“What?”he asked.
“Thinking whatever bullshit stuff you’re thinking about.It makes no sense to even be thinking that kind of shit.Stop it.”
He glared at her.
“She does not have a thing for Mac.Trust me on this.I know my sister, and it is not something you need to worry about.”
“I’m not worried.”
She rolled her eyes.“Go ahead, let your pride get in the way.”
The door closed, and Eden came into the kitchen carrying a large bouquet of flowers.They were bright and colorful.
“Wow,” Maeve said.“Who are they for?”
“They’re for me.”Eden pulled out the card and read it.“I’m sorry for everything, Mac.”
Eden sighed but Razor was pissed off.This was Mac attempting to win Eden back.
He put his hands on the counter and looked at the flowers.They were beautiful.“I’ve got to go,” he said.
He grabbed his jacket off the back of the chair and made his way to the door, only he stopped.He turned around and went to Eden, put his hand at her waist, and kissed her.
“Have a good day.”
“Razor?Wait.”
He wasn’t waiting.Mac wanted to cause him trouble, then he was more than happy to deal with this.Mac had his chance, and he fucked that up.It wasn’t his fault that Mac didn’t listen to him.
Razor didn’t listen as Eden tried to call to him, and he stormed out of her home.The kids were out playing on the lawn, but he ignored them, climbing onto his bike.He didn’t go to the clubhouse.It was Sunday morning, and there was only one place he was going to find Mac.
Taking off in the direction of the strip club, he had hoped the journey on his bike would calm him down, but all it did was piss him off even more.His anger flooded him.
Arriving at the strip club, he spotted Mac’s bike, along with a few of the other club brothers, and he parked, making his way inside.
Mac was sitting, staring up at two women making out on stage.Razor was not interested in the show.He had no doubt Mac was paying the girls double to give him a show.
He walked right up, grabbed Mac by the scruff of his jacket, and threw him across the room.
“What the ever-loving fuck?”Mac asked, falling to his back.
Razor was not in the mood.
The lights came on, and the girls had stopped making out.
“A bouquet of flowers.That is your fucking game now?”he asked, pointing a finger toward his club brother.
“You got a problem with me sending a woman some flowers?”Mac asked, getting to his feet.
“Eden is mine,” Razor said.
Mac laughed.“Eden is her own woman, and she can decide who she wants.”
Razor forced out a laugh.“Are you for fucking real right now?You send her flowers and then you’ve got a couple of women making out.Why the fuck are you doing this?”
“I like Eden.”
“No, you like stringing a woman along and pretending some shit, but you don’t like her.If you like a woman, you don’t treat her the way you do.Not once did you consider Eden for anything.”
