“Fuck off, you’re just worried about the competition.”
“Competition?”
“Yeah,” Mac said.“You think she’s going to take one look at me and realize it’s me she wants, and you won’t have a chance.”
Razor slammed his fist into Mac’s face.The brother went down, but was back up again, shoving Razor across a table, which collapsed under his weight.
Savage and Rogue were there, and both brothers just watched.There were also a couple of locals around, but no one came to stop them from fighting.Not until Doc walked into the strip club, and his loud, angry shout for them to stop filled the room.
The lights were well and truly up now, and Razor was sporting a bloody lip, and he felt the swelling of a black eye.Mac didn’t look good either as his nose was bleeding, and he held onto his ribs.
Razor didn’t regret a thing.He was pissed off.
“I don’t give a fuck what is going on here, but you’re busting up the bar.Cleaning this shit up is coming out of your paychecks,” Doc said.
“What?”Razor asked.“We’re always messing shit up.”
“At the clubhouse, but this is the fucking strip club.This is a place of business, and I don’t have time for your bullshit.Get your shit together.If you’re going to fight, it will be at the clubhouse, where the guys can at least get some pleasure out of seeing you fuckers lose your shit with each other.”
Chapter Twelve
Eden was busy puttingtogether the last pieces of the website for a brand-new author.She had gotten the contract and the woman’s first book had skyrocketed to the bestseller list.The problem was, she had no website, and she needed one fast.She had moved her to the top of the list, and she wanted to get it live before the end of the day.
At the sound of the doorbell ringing, she wrinkled her nose.Maeve had gone out shopping for the day.She knew her sister was picking up some new makeup.All last night, they had been watching a movie, while her sister scrolled through her phone, finding all the latest makeup releases.She had asked her to come with, but she wanted to get this website done.
Rubbing her temple, she didn’t bother to look through the peephole, and opened the door only to find Mac on her doorstep.
Razor had told her what happened.He’d gotten into a fight with Mac at the strip club.If he hadn’t told her, Maeve had been seconds behind him, as the town gossip had traveled fast.That had been nearly a week and a half ago.She had not seen Razor in all that time, and she was not interested in seeing Mac.He stood on her doorstep, complete with one side of his face bruised, and she didn’t care at all.
“What do you want?”she asked, gripping the door and standing in the way of letting him come in.
It was because of the fight that Razor was out of town.He told her Doc had sent him and Mac out to deal with some business.Not the same kind, but it was punishment for not handling their shit in private.
“I wanted to talk to you.”
“I don’t want to talk to you.”
