Page 31 of Raze

“What the fuck ya doin’?” I ask, not sure if I’m more angry or disappointed in her.

“What do you mean, what am I doing? I’m doing what everyone else here is. I’m having a good time.” She laughs.

“You don’t need this shit to have a good time.” I snatch the blunt outta her fingers and drop it into a red cup that's on the palette being used as a coffee table beside me. “I thought I told you to behave.” I point my finger at her.

“Raze, I haven’t done anything wrong, it’s just a little wee–”

“Go home,” I order, looking away from her. I can feel my heart thumping in my chest and my rage starting to push to the surface. This guy, whoever he is, is about to feel the brute force of it, and I don’t want her to be a witness.

“Raze.” She laughs nervously, her eyes darting around us as her cheeks turn pink.

“I said go home.” The guy who was trying to get her to smoke starts to sneak off but I grab him by his collar and drag him back.

“What are you going to do?” She looks scared as she stands up on her feet. “Raze, we were just having a little fun.”

“Where ya get your weed from?” I ask the kid who’s suddenly turned very pale. I can tell just from the smell of it that it’s different to what gets passed around here. “I asked you a simple fuckin’ question.” I slam his head onto the pallet and press my boot into the side of his skull to keep him there.

He breathes deep and looks pissed. “You better start talkin’ or I’ll take your fuckin’ tongue out your mouth,” I warn.

“You should do as he says. I heard he actually did that once.” Dev’s brother speaks up from the crowd that’s rapidly gathered around us.

“D…D’Marco,” he spits out, making me grip at his hair and raise him back up to my eye level.

“Do you know what the D’Marcos lace their weed with?” I stare him right in his petrified eyes as the clueless little prick shakes his head at me.

“Meth. Fuckin’ meth” I repeat so it really sinks in. “ They rely on kids like you gettin’ addicted to their shit, so you keep goin’ back. You were just gonna give my…” I stop myself and take a fuckin’ breath. “You were givin’ her fuckin’ meth,” I manage through my teeth.

“Raze, please. I’m fine. I couldn’t smoke it, it was too strong. I cho–”

“Go fuckin’ home!” I yell at her so loud it hurts my throat and she stands staring at me with her eyes filling with tears and her bottom lip starting to wobble. It takes her some time but eventually, she shakes her head and kicks up the sand as she runs away in the direction of my hut.

I close my eyes so I can get back to focusing on the piece of shit still in front of me.

“You're gonna really regret what you just did.” I grab the asshole by his collar and drag him toward the clubhouse so I can serve him his punishment.

I’m humiliated and hurt, but above anything, I’m angry. What Raze just did out there on the beach in front of all those people was unnecessary. As I pace the floor of his hut and try to calm myself down, it only seems to have the opposite effect.

I can still hear the music and the laughter coming from the fire pit, where I should still be, enjoying myself with everyone else. I was getting on great with Alicia, another member’s sister, and Corey, who was a fun guy to be around. The guy who was smoking the joint made me laugh too. I don’t believe that he knew what he was sharing with me was dangerous and Raze had no right to storm over and treat him the way he did. Or to demand that I leave in front of everyone like that.

I don’t know how long I spend winding myself up and thinking about how angry Raze looked. I go over his words again, wondering what he was going to claim I was to him before he stopped himself. Raze treats me as if I belong to him and as furious as I am with him right now, I can’t help liking the idea.

Eventually, I take off my clothes, automatically throwing on one of his tee’s to sleep in, and when I get under the covers all I can do is stare at the ceiling and reel in confusion.

The noise outside dies down after a few more hours, but I still don’t manage to get any sleep and I’ve lost all track of time when I hear the door open. I sit up and see Raze standing between its frame staring at me as if I’m the one in the wrong.

I won’t stand for that.

“What you did tonight was cruel,” I tell him, getting out of bed and moving toward him. “It was an overreaction and humiliating.” I’m surprised that he doesn’t argue back at me. Instead, he stands still and unresponsive, his eyes staring into mine and threatening to strike at any moment. “Why do you have to be so confusing?” I continue to get closer, shaking my head and trying hard not to cry. The way this man behaves messes with my head. “You want to treat me like I’m yours?” I slam my palm hard into his solid chest but it has no effect, he still holds the same stern look on his face and refuses to react. “But you're too scar—” His hand clasps at my jaw, silencing me as he drags me onto his mouth and kisses me. It’s hard and possessive and the tension in his fingers almost crush my bones but I like how it feels.

His body overpowers mine forcing me to step backward with our lips staying connected until the back of my legs hit the table. Strong, calloused hands slide behind my thighs, lifting me up and slamming my ass firmly on its surface before he takes off his cut and launches it at the couch. His hands quickly return to me, one of them sliding behind my ear while the other wraps around the trunk of my body and drags it tight against him. So tight that I feel his cock pressing hard and taut between my legs.

I should be scared, especially considering all I’ve been through with Billy, but I can’t think of a time when I’ve ever been so desperate for something in my life.

Having his hands on me and feeling his breath on my skin feels like the cure for everything I’ve suffered in my past and I want to drown in it.

His kisses almost hurt, his fingers feel like they’re bruising, but I want it all, I want his skin against mine and his cock buried inside me.

I lift up the tee he’s wearing and instead of stopping me, he reaches over his back and aids me in dragging it off. Then sliding his palms up my thighs and onto my hips he grips at the one I’m wearing and slides it up over my body. Our lips reconnect as soon as he lifts it over my head and when his rough palm grips tightly around one of my tits I throw my head back and take pleasure from the kisses he places on my neck.

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