“No, I don’t.”
“Because if you do, we’re going to have a lot of trouble.My sister doesn’t like confrontation or making waves, but I don’t mind doing what needs to be done.It’s why I got rid of Hilary.”
“Did you kill her?”
“I got her out of this fucking house.That piece of shit was nothing but a drain on my sister, using her, but I couldn’t get her to see it.”Maeve stopped and took a sip.“Did you see my sister that night?”
Razor looked at Maeve.“What night?”he asked, playing dumb.
“You know what night.The night she realized Mac was a cheating scumbag and her best friend a whore?”
“I saw her going to Mac’s room,” he said.
“And you didn’t think to stop her, or to at least stop him?”Maeve asked.
He had watched Eden go to Mac’s room.Yes, he had been jealous, because as far as he was concerned, he had seen her first.When it came to Mac, he waged war with his decision in letting his club brother know Eden was there.
“I did tell him,” he said.
“What?”Maeve asked.
He poured more coffee into his mug.The bacon was sizzling but not quite ready.The hash browns were finishing off in the oven.
“He came into the clubhouse, arm around Hilary, and at first, I debated telling him about Eden being in his room.I was not going to be the bastard to not warn him, so I went over there, and the moment I said her name, he told me to shut the fuck up and that he would deal with Eden soon.”
“That son of a bitch,” Maeve said.
“What more would you want me to do?”Razor asked.
“You know, I think I like you just a little bit more.”
“Why?”he asked.He really didn’t give a fuck if she liked him or not.He wanted Eden, and nothing she said or did was going to change his feelings.
“Because you at least were a good club brother, but also you didn’t fight him, and it helped Eden see the truth.My sister deserved more than that asshole.”
“She’s a good woman.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
“Do you want some eggs, bacon, and hash browns?”
“Damn, yes, I am starving.”She took another long sip of her breakfast.“Eden, you can come out now.You weren’t able to sneak downstairs on Christmas morning when you were a kid, and you’re certainly not capable of it now.”
Razor had been so distracted by Maeve and her questioning, he hadn’t even realized she was heading downstairs.Eden rounded the corner, dressed in a skirt and a wrap-style top.
“You heard all of that?”Razor asked.
“I heard quite a bit.”
“Are you pissed at me?”He didn’t feel guilty for trying harder to stop Mac.The brother had been sneaking around behind her back for too long.
“No, I’m not.I’m actually glad, to be honest.My sister kept telling me he was a piece of work.She kept saying the same about Hilary and I wasn’t listening.At least now I listened.”
Razor looked at her and he couldn’t help but wonder if she had any kind of feelings for Mac.
He looked at Maeve, who was staring right at him.He turned away and got Eden a plate.As he put her breakfast in front of her, the doorbell rang, and Eden climbed off her stool and made her way toward the front door.
“Stop it,” Maeve said.
