Chapter Two
“Eden, I swear it was a mistake. It was an accident,” Hilary said.
The moment she had gotten home, she took a long hot shower, changed into a pair of sweats, an oversized t-shirt, then went to Hilary’s room to pack up her shit.
She had been staying at her and Maeve’s house for the past year, while she’d been looking for a job.
Rent free. Eden hadn’t wanted to ask her friend for money to help with the cost of running the house.
Maeve had been pissed, because Hilary had also not paid for food either or did any of the chores.
There had been an episode between Maeve and Hilary three weeks ago, where her sister had accused Hilary of stealing from her makeup kit.
Hilary had denied it, but Maeve said the only person who would steal the pricey foundation was her.
Eden didn’t know what to do, however, when Hilary left for the day, she went snooping in her room and found the foundation tossed into the trash, completely used and empty.
She had no choice but to buy her sister a backup, which was nearly a hundred dollars. Makeup was not cheap.
Her sister was amazing, though. She’d been working with makeup since she was a kid.
Eden remembered Maeve was constantly applying their mother’s makeup to anyone who would let her.
Through their teen years, women went to Maeve constantly for her to do their faces.
It was clear Maeve was going to be a makeup artist. Eden always assumed she’d open a beauty shop, but instead, she traveled for work, taking her business far and wide.
Maeve had been flown out to different countries to do her job, that was how good she was. Like now, Maeve was in one of the big cities, doing celebrity makeup, and wouldn’t be back until the weekend.
Eden sent her sister a text about what happened. So far, Maeve hadn’t responded.
“An accident? You just tripped and fell on his dick?” Eden asked.
“Yeah, that is exactly what happened. We were both drunk, and it just happened. It meant nothing. I swear it.”
“Right, so when you told Mac he needed to use your pussy before he came to me, that was all an accident?” Eden asked, arms folded over her chest.
Hilary went bright red. “I didn’t say that.”
“Trust me, you did. I could hear everything in the bathroom.” She was just thankful she hadn’t seen everything.
“Eden, please, I am so sorry. It will never happen again. It was just this one time.”
“Why do you keep lying?” Eden asked.
Hilary didn’t get a chance to say another word, as right then the front door opened, and Eden was shocked to see her sister, Maeve, step through. She had texted Maeve several hours ago.
“Get the fuck out,” Maeve said.
She knew she could count on her sister. Maeve wheeled in her makeup bag and put it out of the way but grabbed Hilary’s case and tossed it out of the house. Hilary was sobbing and begging, and Eden felt bad, but at the same time she didn’t want to help her friend.
When Maeve came back into the house and grabbed Hilary, her friend started to fight, lashing out, calling Maeve a bitch, trying to insist that Maeve set her up.
This ended with Maeve grabbing Hilary’s hair close to her head and tugging hard, making sure Hilary followed her as she tossed her onto the front lawn.
Without another word, she slapped her hands together, as if dusting the dirt off, then stepped inside the house, slammed the door, and locked it.
“Do I need to call Sheriff Hayes?” Maeve asked.
“I don’t think so,” Eden said. “Maeve, what are you doing home?”
“As soon as I got your message, I was on the first flight home,” Maeve said. She walked toward her and cupped her cheeks. “Are you okay? Do I need to kick her ass some more?”
“No, it’s fine. It’s fine.”
Maeve was five years older than her and the best damn sister she could have hoped for.
When their parents died in a car crash, Eden was just fifteen years old.
A drunk driver in a large truck shoved their parents off the road.
According to the doctors, they had died instantly and felt no pain.
Maeve didn’t hesitate to take care of her sister.
At this point, Maeve was already a makeup artist in high demand.
Eden didn’t stop her sister from traveling, but she made sure she didn’t cause any trouble.
She knew if she did, there was a risk she’d end up in the “system,” and that was the last thing she wanted.
She loved her sister, and now, as Maeve pulled her in for a hug, she was so grateful for her.
“Next time, that is how you handle a first-class bitch. You don’t deal with polite. You don’t hear their excuses, they are not worth it,” Maeve said. “Now, tell me we have hot chocolate and chocolate fudge ice cream, because that is what we need, and a rom-com.”
Eden laughed.
Then the laughter kind of died, and she pressed her hands against her face and started to sob.
“I’m so sorry.”
“Hey, hey, stop that,” Maeve said, putting her arms around her. “You have no reason to be sorry. I told you that bitch was a bitch, and I told you that son of a bitch was a son of a bitch. I’m glad you came to your senses.”
“I was going to sleep with him tonight, Maeve. That is why I went to the damn clubhouse.”
“You didn’t, did you?” Maeve asked. “If so, no judgment, because hot guys can make a girl’s mind go to mush. Not that I consider him hot. I mean, the guy is a loser—”
“I didn’t sleep with him.”
“Thank fuck for that. Ice cream, hot chocolate, and a rom-com.” Maeve cupped her cheeks. “And you can cry all you want. I will not judge you. Well, I might judge you a little bit, but that is my prerogative.” Maeve winked at her.
Through her tears, she couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you. For coming back, and for having my back.”
“This is what sisters are for. We will always have each other’s back. I love you, Eden, and we’re going to get through this. You and me. I know you cared about him.”
“I did. I thought I was falling in love with him.”
“And now you can forget all about him.”
Eden didn’t know if she would be that quick to forget him.
****
Razor sat at the bar drinking his beer. It had been a long day of moving shit out of the basement. Doc wanted to clear some of the old files away, and that had fallen to Razor, as he lost the freaking draw.
He hated dealing with filing and shit. He’d rather run errands around town or any other kind of shit. He’d have even taken manning the main bar in town that they owned, rather than deal with paperwork. Doc wanted to check over some figures.
He didn’t know how they had been able to keep so much shit. They had a lot of legal and not-legal business, and Doc was a stickler for all the tax shit. There was no reason for anyone to come breathing down their neck. Everything they declared was on the up-and-up.
“You son of a bitch,” Mac said, storming into the bar.
It had been two weeks since he had sent him to the city on a fool’s errand. Doc had kept his word and had him doing shit jobs to keep the bastard occupied. He probably should feel a little guilty, but he didn’t.
Hilary had attempted to find a place here to crash, and Doc had sent her on her merry way. The last he heard, she had stopped by the old trailer park where she used to live.
He’d not seen or heard from Eden. From what his sources told him, her sister was back in town, and the two had rarely left the house. The sister had been seen at the supermarket, but other than that, Eden hadn’t left the house, which could only mean she had been in love with Mac.
Razor got to his feet as Mac stormed closer to him. “You think you can take my pussy from me?”
This made him frown. “What?”
“Is that what you wanted? You wanted a piece of Hilary?”
Savage, who was once again behind the bar of the clubhouse, snorted. “Wow, he doesn’t fucking know.”
Mac frowned. “I don’t know what?”
Savage laughed and looked toward Razor. “You want to tell him, or do you want us to tell him?”
“What date was it two weeks ago?” Razor asked.
Mac frowned. “How the fuck should I know what date it was?”
He was losing his patience.
“Valentine’s Day. Did you happen to see Eden that day?” Razor asked.
Mac continued to frown. “You’re starting to piss me off, Razor.”
“Eden was in your fucking room, you piece of shit.”
Mac’s eyes went wide.
“That’s right. Let that stew and fester and just compute in your thick fucking skull right now. Your woman was in the bedroom with you and Hilary as you were fucking her. She heard everything.”
“That can’t be. She was doing a surprise for me at her home. Her sister was out of town, and that bitch can’t stand me, so she waited.”
“Eden was right here, waiting for you. She heard everything.”
“You’re wrong.”
“Nope. I’m not wrong.”
“Fuck!” Mac spun on his heel and left the clubhouse.
Razor should have put his ass back on the seat.
It was not his place to see what Mac was going to do.
Only, he took one step in front of another, and Mac was already leaving the clubhouse on his bike as Razor climbed onto the back of his own.
He turned over the ignition and listened to his baby purr to life.
That sound was pure magic. He loved the sound of his bike.
Those precious few moments no one could take away from him.
Then, he took off, heading in the same direction as Mac, but he took a shortcut going around the back, to the same neighborhood. Rather than be seen, he moved his bike to the back of some bushes, turned off the ignition, and took cover as he snuck close to the cul-de-sac where Eden lived.
Mac was already there at the door.
Maeve opened the door, and Razor took quite a bit of pleasure when Maeve slapped him right across the face and then drew her knee up into his junk.
He was shocked to see a bedroom window open, and he watched as Eden threw out every single item that once belonged to Mac.
“Babe, come on, don’t do this. We can talk about this, and I can explain.”
“Explain. You want to explain how you’ve been with Hilary? How about the other women, huh?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“No, well, that’s fine, because I have heard from other women. You’re a cheating piece of shit, Mac, and I don’t want you coming around here anymore. Do you hear me? I don’t want you here at all. Fuck off.”
Razor had never heard Eden curse, but listening to her now was sweet music to his ears. She was a fighter. He had known there was a lot more to Eden, and she was proving it now with the way she fought. Mac didn’t stand a chance. He had lost her.
It sucked because that meant no more cake. No more soup. No more food. The guys were going to miss her.
Mac cursed as he picked up his stuff from the front of the lawn.
The window had been closed for several minutes but was suddenly opened. “And anything you leave behind, I burn tomorrow.”
The window was closed, and Razor was damn proud of her.