Chapter Eleven #2
Maeve was the first one down. She had a robe on, and her hair was pinned back. It was the first time he had seen her without any makeup on. She didn’t look much different, just a little tired.
“Morning,” he said.
“Morning. The coffee fresh?”
“Yep.” He moved to the cupboard and grabbed her cup, which he assumed was hers seeing as it had a giant M on the front. There was also a cup with an E, and with deduction he figured that was Eden. “Cream? Sugar?”
“Nah, just neat for me. I like my coffee undiluted.”
He handed her the mug and watched as she took a sip. She closed her eyes and let out a moan. “It is good.”
“Do you know if Eden is up?”
“She’s up. She is probably just putting herself together,” Maeve said. “Which is perfect, seeing as I think it is only fair you and I have the talk.”
“The talk?”
“You know, the more intense talk. The kind of talk that tells you if you hurt my sister, I am going to make your life a living hell,” Maeve said.
“We’ve already had this talk.”
“But you see, that was with the nice Maeve, who would let you get away with it, if you turned on your tail and left. This Maeve would be pissed and even more deadly, because you’ve gotten to that next level. Eden never goes to that next level. Not ever.”
Razor looked at her. “I have no intention of hurting your sister.”
“You don’t?”
“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.
“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.”
“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. ”