She was at the stove that faced him, and as she looked up, she smiled.
“Chicken or steak?”she asked.
“Whichever you’re having.”
“We’ll go with the chicken.”
He had no idea what she was cooking, but he saw several bags of meat on the counter that looked prepped and ready for cooking.
“Are we feeding an army?”he asked, pointing at the food.
“No, no, Maeve and I like to have our meals prepped this way.When meat and chicken is on offer, we buy it in bulk, bring it home, prepare it, and stuff it in the freezer.We have good food for a cheaper price, and half the job is already done.Marinated chicken, pork, and steak.Then diced cuts for pies and stuff like that.”She shrugged.“We plan ahead.Also, Maeve doesn’t like to spend hours cooking and preparing.She likes to just open jars and bags, and shove everything in a slow cooker.She is the slow-cooker queen.It is how she got to all the jobs she did, then came home and put a hot, cooked meal on the table.”
“You love your sister, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I do.She could have left me, you know.She didn’t have to take care of her baby sister, but she did.I’m grateful to her for that.”
“She loves you,” he said.It was clear to anyone who looked.Maeve took care of Eden and still did.
He knew if he hurt Eden, Maeve wouldn’t hesitate to hurt him.There was something in her eyes that said she meant business, and he had no reason to doubt her.
There was a small ping, and Eden went to the oven and pulled out a baking tray of brownies.
“You asked,” she said.“You can’t have one right now, it would burn, but they should be good enough after lunch.”
He watched as she turned the chicken, then added some cheese, and he watched her prepare some rolls.
“Do you want butter or mayo?”
“Mayo,” he said.
She slathered the mayo on, added lettuce, tomato, and some thin rings of onion.Next the chicken went on, and she topped it with a little hot sauce, closed it up, sliced it into three, and put it on a plate, handing it to him.She did the same with her own sandwich, and rather than eat indoors, they made their way outside onto the small porch.
“Crap, I forgot to mow the lawn,” she said, and wrinkled her nose.“I’ll do it after lunch.”
“I’ll mow the lawn.”
“Razor, you don’t have to do that.”
“I want to.”
“So, is, uh, Razor your name?”she asked.
“Yeah, it is.”
“Oh,” she said.
“I don’t ...that’s all in the past.Razor is my name.”
“Do I get to know what it stands for?”she asked.
He looked toward her.“Not yet,” he said.She was still a civilian.He got the name Razor because that is what he killed a man with once.It was in a bar, a long time ago, when he was first prospecting for the Chaos Monsters MC.There were a lot of guys who wanted to earn that patch and gain the respect of the rest of the club.Respect was earned.
The shit he had to do would give a lot of people nightmares, but he knew he was showing his loyalty to the club.Some guy had lost at the tables.He didn’t like that all his money was gone, and rather than handle it and not continue with his gambling habit, he decided to blame everyone else around him.He went at Doc, who had been close by, with a razor in his hand, and Razor sliced it across the guy’s neck before he could even fire his gun.The guy went down.That night, he earned his patch.He became part of the Chaos Monsters MC.
This was his life.
Eden couldn’t know, because her loyalty was not with him, not yet.There were rules that needed to be followed.Mac certainly didn’t tell her about them.He would, eventually, when she was ready.
