“Talk to me, Razor.” Vicious’s tone lowered, but he didn’t back off. VP or not, this was his brother. And Razor looked more rattled than he liked.
Glancing from the boutique to Vicious, Razor already knew this wasn’t a conversation he wanted to have. Not with everything going on with Sway—the pregnancy, the fear of losing another baby.
The idea of saying,this woman thinks she’s carrying my kid, felt like a slap in the face. Worse, it felt like it would cheapen everything Vicious and Sway were fighting to hold onto.
“This conversation stays between you and me,” Razor added. “At least until I know exactly what’s going on.”
Vicious saw the hesitation on Razor’s face. “Whatever it is, let me help.”
“Brother, I don’t think this is a conversation we should be having.”
Vicious slapped his hand on the table. “Tell me.”
The couple at the next table glanced nervously in their direction. Across the room, the manager started toward them, only to stopshort when Vicious locked eyes with him and gave him a slow shake of his head.
The man thought better of it and turned back around.
Razor watched the silent exchange between Vicious and the manager. Exhaling, “Fine,” he said.
Vicious sat back and listened as Razor laid it out. The fact that Razor was a Dom atThe Red Door wasn’t new information. What was new—was Shannon. His submissive claiming she was pregnant with his child.
“I’m hearing what you’re saying, Razor, but why are you watching her?” Vicious asked.
“I had Sherlock dig into her,” Razor said. “She’s been committed a few times. There are signs she’s dealing with Obsessed Love Disorder.”
Razor caught the corner of Vicious’s mouth twitching. If the man smiled, even a little, he’d throat punch him.
“Don’t laugh, fucker. This is serious. I don’t want a kid with this crazy bitch. She also knows about Lottie and said if I don’t tell Lottie, she will.”
That got Vicious’s attention like grabbing a bull by the horns. “How does she know about Lottie?”
Razor looked at him flatly. “She saw us atThe Red Door.”
“We need surveillance on this Shannon chick.”
Razor leaned back, eyes narrowed, his mind already spinning through every possible angle. “What do you think I’m doing?”
Vicious leaned in, their usual quiet intensity sharpening as he spoke, “You think she’s got ill intentions toward Lottie? Or is it just a coincidence?”
Razor didn’t answer right away, the question settling heavily between them. He’d been asking himself the same thing since the night this all started.
It wasn’t just about the paternity claim anymore. It was the way Shannon seemed to know way too much about Lottie.
“I don’t know,” Razor finally admitted. “But I need to find out. And until we get answers, I’m keeping tabs on her.” He rubbed his jaw, his fingers digging into the stubble there.
Vicious nodded, expression darkening. “Got it. We’ll shadow her. Keep her under surveillance. Make sure she doesn’t disappear or make a move we can’t predict.”
Razor’s eyes drifted toward the window, watching the shadows stretch across the pavement. A cold edge settled into his thoughts. “If she’s lying about the kid…” His voice trailed off. He didn’t finish, didn’t need to.
Vicious leaned back, tapping his fingers against the table, the wheels in his mind turning. “You’re right to be cautious. We’ll follow her every move. But you need to be prepared for whatever comes back from the test, Razor. You might not like the answer.”
Razor’s jaw tightened. He had to know. Heneededto know if Shannon was carrying his child before he told Lottie. If this was all some twisted game, he would handle it accordingly.
“One way or another…,” Razor said, voice low and dangerous, “...I’m getting my answers.”
“I think you should tell Lottie what’s going on. Hiding this could hurt what the two of you have,” Vicious said.
“I’m sorry, brother. I can’t imagine how hard it is hearing me pissed that I might be having a kid when…”
