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His smile is heart stopping, and the pulse starts beating heavily between my legs.

“Yeah, babe. But yours will say ‘Razor’s Property.’ That way everyone knows exactly who you belong to.”

“I like that.” I smile up at him. I like knowing I’m his. “And how will everyone know you’re mine?” My brow cocks. Call me suffering from PTSD, but I still need a little more time to be able to trust the situation. I don’t like the idea of the sweetbutts coming up to him and offering him sex. I don’t want them giving him the temptation.

“They’ll know by the ring on my finger, baby.” He leans down and places a kiss right beside my mouth. A gentle touch that radiates warmth all the way down to my toes. “They’ll know by the way I can’t keep my eyes off you.” He places one to the other side. “They’ll know from the glare I give anyone who tries to cross my girl and think they can tread on her private property. I won’t handle the disrespect. Not to you and not to me. I’ve made my claim and what we have is to be honored… by everyone. If they don’t, they’re out. But all you need to know, babe…” He places a kiss on my lips, the most loving touch. Soft. Sweet. “Is that my heart is yours. And no one can take that away from you.”

A sweeping wave of security settles over me. Where there once lived doubt, once a shadow of worry clouding my every thought, there’s now a knowing rooting itself inside my heart, telling me things are going to be okay. That I will never have anything to worry about again. He chose me. Above all else, he chose me. Which is why from this day forward, I’m going to choose him and this life together. I’m no longer afraid.

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Razor

“You ready to ride out, babe?”

She comes walking out of the bathroom, black leather jacket, jean shorts, and red cowgirl boots, and my keys drop to the ground along with my mouth. She’s sexy as fuck. Pretty as an angel but dressed like a hellcat needing to be tamed. Before we head to the clubhouse, I think she needs to be reminded of who she belongs to. I stalk forward, lifting her up and press her against the wall.

“Thought we were running late.” She smirks, knowing exactly what she’s doing to me. I swear my woman lives to keep my dick in a permanent state of need.

“Not going anywhere until I get a taste.”

I slide down to my knees, working to get her little shorts off. My dick strains in my jeans when I see the little panties she’s got on. Light pink lace giving me a view of every inch. I drop my nose forward and breathe her scent in deep, taking my fill to get me through the evening. I swipe my tongue over the top of her mound and she’s already moaning for me.

My fingers hook into the sides, sliding those panties down. She has the prettiest pussy. And it’s already glistening with honey, which I eagerly start to lick up. Sliding my tongue up one swollen fold and then the other. Licking down her center, making sure I get every drop. I part her folds with my thumbs and expose the sweet treat I’m after.

Her hands grip into my hair the moment I close around her clit. I don’t even have to do the work because she’s grinding against me. Rubbing back and forth as she pants out my name. I double down, hooking my finger up inside her hot little body and overload her with pleasure. She falls forward, bending over my shoulder as her body spasms. Her little moans panting in my ear. And I lick her clean, eating my fill to tide me over.

“Now, we can go,” I tell her, slipping her panties back up and placing a kiss over her mound.

“You don’t play fair, mister. I can’t even walk now.”

“Then I’ll carry you.”

“It’s damngood to have you back, Razor.”

Ripper steps up to my side and I pull my attention from my girl. She’s been having a blast tonight. Drinking and laughing. Getting to know all my brothers. They fucking love her, but what’s not to love? The girl’s smile lights up the room. She’s a damn angel.

“Good to be back.” I clank my bottle to his. “How’s it been around here since I’ve been gone?” He’ll shoot me straight. Rip’s as dry as they come and doesn’t mince words.

“Been quiet. Which is a good thing. All of us needed some time to recover.”

“Still wish I’d played that night different.” I shake my head as the memory serves me up a heaping serving of guilt. “I’ll never forgive myself for that shit.”

“There ain’t nothing you or any of us could’ve done different. Those fuckers got tipped off by one of the pigs. They were waiting for us to walk into their trap. You can’t blame yourself for any of that shit. Rubble sure wouldn’t.”

My head snaps around. “You’re tellin’ me one of the cops ratted us out?” They were the ones crying to us for help. “Which motherfucker was it?” I will hunt him down and kill him nice and slow.

“His name was Willis. Turned out to be running his own drug trade. That’s why the cops always had a hard time nabbing Otiffe.”

“I’m gonna kill the motherfucker.” I see red. Blood red. The cops are going to hand him over and I will make the fucker beg for mercy.

“Sorry, brother. Already beat you to it. Served him the justice he deserved. Blew out each knee and made sure he felt the pain of our loss. Wanted him to feel every stab of our grieving souls. After a few weeks, I realized we needed to let that shit go, so we nursed him back to health,” he smirks, and I can see the evil gleam in his eyes. I bet they made the fucker believe he was going to be going home safe. Damn, I wish I’d been here. “We even had one of the girls work her magic. She got him nice and hard. Stupid shit believed he was going to get off. Then Skully came in and blew his dick clear off. Then he shot one right between the fucker’s eyes.”

It doesn’t bring back my friend, but it does bring me some peace knowing he got what he deserved. “How’s Skully?” I look across the room and see him sitting in the corner, watching the crowd as he drinks his scotch. He looks pissed, cold, and bitter, but it’s understood. He got handed a shit set of cards. Not sure Icould handle it if I’d lost my legs. Though, with my angel by my side, I’d manage to keep going. But Skully doesn’t have a woman. Not anymore. I still haven’t gotten the full story yet on what happened between him and Madison, but apparently, things have ended between them. Which I’m sure is another fucking cut to his pride.

“He spends most of his time in his room,” Rip says, taking a swig of his beer and letting out a sigh. “He’s still working through his shit. Drinking less, though, so that’s good. This is the first time he’s joined us for a party, which I’m guessing is on account of you being here.”

Yeah, well, I’m gonna make sure I’m around more often. See if I can’t get that spark of life back in his eyes again. He may be in a wheelchair, but he’s not crippled to a life of misery. Just got to show him that there’s still fun to be had. Still a life worth living for.

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