“I kid you not.He could not take his eyes from you, and he has not left your side.”She let out a little whistle.“He’s well and truly smitten.He wants a piece of you.”
“Stop it, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Maeve snorted.“Please, I know guys, and I have seen them in action, and Razor is looking for a piece of you.”
“I don’t think that is a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“Mac!”
Maeve blew a raspberry.“Forget about him.That guy is an asshole, and you have not exactly used him as a kind of judgment pole for the way you deal with guys at the club.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“You don’t think I know about the birthday cakes, or the chicken soups, or you sending wellness baskets?”Maeve said.
“I’m being polite.”
“And you don’t think about Mac and all that shit when you do it?You don’t need to think about it now.Enough time has passed.You’re free to make your own choices, and if you want a thing with Razor, go for it!”
“You know, I never slept with Mac,” she said.
“See, that means you and Mac were not that serious.Sex makes things serious, and trust me, you were not there.”
Eden had a feeling her sister was just trying to make it better.However, there was no way she was going to just fall for Razor because he had shown her a little attention.
****
Razor parked his bikeand marveled at the sun beaming down.It was unseasonably warm for February.In the months leading up to Christmas, it had been unseasonably cold.It was like the weather didn’t know what the fuck it was doing.A bunch of kids laughing caught his attention and for a second, he watched as they played on their bikes.It was refreshing to see kids playing outside instead of on their cell phones.
Fresh air was the real joy of being a kid and exploring adventure.The kids had made a small ramp, nothing too dangerous, and Razor spotted several parents standing at their windows, drinking from large mugs but keeping an eye on their kids.
It was a good neighborhood where Eden lived, nothing like the shithole he experienced, living in the poorest part of the city in a large building filled with many different apartments.By the time he was ten years old, he’d seen a lot of people get killed, and some kill themselves as they shot up with shit in their veins.It was not a good place to live.His mother had been a whore, with a swinging door of men to be used by, just so she could get her next high.
Eden was like a breath of fresh air from the past he knew.
Unlike his brother, he didn’t go down the path of drugs and alcohol.He went the other way, fighting for survival, wanting out of the shithole that was home.Joining the Chaos Monsters MC had been a lifeline to him.
Even though they distributed in the city, Doc had a strict policy of not taking that shit.He didn’t want any addicts in the club.They were weak when it came to that shit.Their loyalty was always tested, and they always fucking failed.Anyone caught using was cut from the club.It was a harsh rule, and they lost some brothers, but unfortunately, he got it.There was no room to risk it in the club life.
Pulling his attention from the kids, he made his way toward the front door and knocked.He saw Eden’s car still in the driveway, but it was the only one there.Seconds passed, then minutes, before Eden opened the front door.
“Razor, hi, good morning,” she said.
She looked beautiful.There was no makeup, but she wore a vest over a pair of sweatpants and a cardigan that had slipped down her arms, exposing her shoulders.Her hair was pinned back at her neck, but messily done so, as her hair fell around her in whisps.
“Morning.I decided you needed a good breakfast, so I stopped by the bakery.I’ve got sticky buns, cinnamon rolls, and just about everything your heart could want, as well as a mocha latte.”
Her mouth dropped open.
“Sound good?”he asked.
“It sounds great.Come in.Come in.”She stepped back and left a lot of room for him to brush past her.“I didn’t know if we had arranged something, and I was trying not to freak out, and you know, panic.I never forget stuff like that.”
“We didn’t arrange anything.I was in line at the coffee shop and couldn’t help myself.”
They were standing in the small hallway.Their home was lovely, fresh, clean magnolia walls and white boarders.It looked like it hadn’t been long since they painted.There were a lot of pictures on the wall, he figured they were of her family.
