Razor's Mark: (Marked Book 1) (10 page)

She’d always hated bikes, well before Razor that is. But they’d gone to a steak
joint,
and she’d wanted to try something sweet, so the waiter suggested a Long Island Iced Tea. Needless to say after the dinner and drinks, she was three sheets to the wind. He’d carried her into a room he rented because he couldn’t stay in her dorm. He took care of
her
and it was sweet.

But that was before she joined Hamilton and Rodgers and found out he was part of the MC,
and it was a one percenter club. He ran with his
club, and wasn’t president at the time. She’d never asked what illegal activities they did; she
just knew that he did them. He said he understood why she cut ties, but
family
was family. And now, here she was several years
later,
and he welcomed her back with open arms.

“I always remember everything. I’ve missed you. But since the last time we spoke, you wanted to keep a positive impression at work and cut ties with me. So why now, Faith? Why come to me? Something must be seriously wrong. Tell me, and let me make it better.” She was going to start the long story when a knock sounded. Another man, who was darker skinned but covered in various tattoos, came in with a tray.

“Here you go, Merlin. Thought maybe I could be of some use.”

“You might. First, Faith, this is the VP, Skull; Skull, this is my baby sister,

Faith.”

“So she does exist. Here we thought she was a ghost story made up to show you have a heart.”

“Shut up, you fucker,” Michael joked, before turning to her.

“Can he stay, Faith? I trust him with my life and yours. He has saved me a time or two.”

“I don’t see why not. But it might put you all in danger.”

“Okay, now you got my interest, tell us what’s going on.” Faith went into detail about everything that had happened and even about Razor and how he was helping her out.

“Fuck me. That’s…wow. Look, we do some pretty shady shit, but these are our troops. Men and women who put their lives on the line enabling us do our shady shit.
Plus
there are several members who are ex-military. We’ll help
any way we can.”

“Thank God.”

“So tell us what you need us to do.” They started eating at this
point,
and Faith didn’t realize how hungry she was. She told them she just needed some place to lay low and clean up until the email was sent. They said they could
help,
and suddenly she was being whisked away to a secret safe house.

Razor finished his second beer ignoring his phone altogether. He sent a text to
Tex
that he would be a little late. Hell, he would even pay the dipshit babysitting money. What
was
the going rate for women with attitude and no desire to take care of themselves? It’s
not like
he could ask. Fuck
it; he
would buy him a case of beer and call it even.

“Damn, do you see those ladies over there? They’ve been eyeing you up all night. I say we get a little lucky before you head back to your couch,” Casper said as he got off his seat. He did see them, and both were hot as hell. Tight
mini skirts
with short tops showing their toned stomachs. Fuck yeah, he would fuck one in the bathroom, or his truck, before heading home. Maybe it was just what he needed to get Faith off his brain. She was starting to make him concerned and want to know her more. And he needed to end that shit, quick.

Walking over, he made small talk with them, well, Casper did, as he nodded and looked. Both seemed pretty out of it. The chick in red grabbed his hand and pulled him outside the bar. She knew what she was
doing,
and he was hard as a rock. If she was willing, so was he. He pulled her to his truck and pushed her against it. Her yelp made him
smile,
and he took her lips and slipped his hand into her top. Her breasts were fake, not like Faith’s, but that didn’t stop him from feeling her up.

Her hand reached down and grabbed his cock through his jeans. He rocked into her hand while he sucked on a tit, but he wasn’t feeling it like he normally would with a random chick. Something was off. Shaking his head, he slipped his other hand down and squeezed her ass, hoping to get his mind back in the game. Just as he started to head to the front of her, someone yelled his name.

“Fuck, Razor, she’s gone.” Turning his head, he looked to see Casper standing with
Tex
next to him. Releasing the chick, he spun.

“What the hell do you mean she's gone?”

“I’ve been calling you, but it keeps going to voicemail. Faith is gone. I got to your place and some guys in suits, like the ones at the shop, were yelling at someone. I thought I saw her and yelled her name. Just like that, they turned and spotted her. One pulled a gun and took off after her. I tried to catch her or them, but she’s gone, man.

“Fuck.” He spun and punched the side of his truck. One fucking job- keep her safe- and he didn’t do that. The chick he had a second ago scurried away without a word. He had to find her. He had to find Faith before they did.

“Where could she go?”

“I don’t know, man. But we’ll find her. I have Sparkle looking into it. She’s digging deep into her background and trying all her
channels. We
’ll find her, man. We’re meeting at your place to figure shit out.” Razor nodded and before anyone could say anything else, he jumped into his truck and peeled down the road toward his apartment. Maybe she left him a note or something. Johnny knew Faith better than anyone, and it was at times like this when he really wished Johnny was still here.

Even though they were only half-brothers, it didn’t matter to them. Johnny’s mother died during
childbirth,
and a few years later, his father married Razor's mother. It seemed like one giant happy family, but it was anything but. Once they found out about Johnny’s genius
status, they were all over him to finish college early. However, when he didn’t show the same type of brainpower, he was left alone or pushed aside.

But it wasn’t without the comments of, “You could do so much if you just applied yourself.” Or, “I don’t know why you don’t want to do something meaningful with your life like John.” And so on. It was never-ending. Sure, he loved them, they were his parents after all, but they couldn't just love him for him. Hell, even Johnny yelled at him the last time they’d talked for wasting his life. Now, he had no one. He ended his pity party when he pulled up and found Sparkle and Mary Jane waiting for him.

“Took you long enough.”

“Sorry, got caught in something. Find anything?”

“Let’s head inside and talk.” He took the steps two at a time and opened the door while the others followed. He tore into the bedroom and found the clothes he lent her sitting in a small pile on the floor.
Shit.
He didn’t see her computer or her other clothes.

His room was still clean and orderly the way she left it, but none of the stuff she had remained. However, he did spot a small piece of paper off to the side. Some type of number pattern he didn’t recognize. In the kitchen, her bowl was sitting in the dishrack. His note was still sitting there. Instantly he grabbed it, ripped it quickly and threw it in the trash. There was nothing here. It was as if she’d disappeared without a word.

Didn’t she know he would be worried? Sure, he was a bit of an ass to her, but still, how could he protect her if she wasn’t where he put her.
Stupid girl
. If he found her unharmed, he would do what he threatened and beat her ass. He hated fucking games, and she was playing one with him. There was no pass go or collect two hundred dollars this time. If she got caught, the only place she would find herself is six feet under, just like Johnny, and it would be his fault.
Fuck this
.

“Anything?” he snapped at Sparkle who had her computer open on his coffee table typing away furiously.

“Nothing. She hasn’t used any credit cards, and she didn’t have a phone, so no way to locate her with that. She seems to know what she’s doing. I admit the girl got skills keeping everything hidden. But I’ll stay on it.” Razor nodded, that was all he could do. Needing noise other than the sound of clicking keys, he turned on the news, hoping to find something, anything he could use to find her.

*****

Faith looked around the small cabin. It had a kitchen, one bedroom, living room, and bathroom. Wasn’t much, but then again it reminded her of her own, or
Razor's
. Had she done the right thing leaving like she had? Would he even care that she was gone? He’d said he was tired of watching her, and then they showed up. Michael had made her ride up with him to the cabin.
At first, he was hunting down a car to drive her
because he knew she didn’t like bikes, but once she said she didn’t mind them now, he smiled, kissed her head, and handed her a helmet. His brothers were working on trying to figure out who was behind sending the items and stopping them. He said he wouldn’t give her the details because he was using channels she wouldn’t approve of.

The whole thing sucked. She was standing alone in the cabin with a small bag that someone had given her. The safe house had food, and now some clothes, but her computer was gone. Michael wanted to find out how to get the information to other people without
getting her involved more. He said she wasn’t strong enough to deal with what could happen. However, he never asked how she’d gotten this
far to begin with.

Razor had done what he could, helping watch her. And now she was alone, and to be
honest; she
was scared. Her brother said someone would check on her and monitor traffic in and out of the area, but no one knew about the cabin but his MC brothers.

She needed a shower, then food, and perhaps a drink. She would have to bide her time by keeping herself busy. If she stuck to a simple checklist, she would be able to actually keep her mind focused on things other than what was going on with her brother and with Razor.

Jumping in the shower, she instantly started to feel cleaner and more refreshed. There were different types of soaps and shampoos made for a woman and not Razor's stuff. The water was nice and hot, and for once she didn’t think about anything but the feeling of it all. It reminded her of the one time she had kissed Razor. To
her,
it was a dream, and within her dream, she let go of all inhibitions and just gave into her deepest desires. And at that moment, her deepest desire was to feel wanted and not just someone to reproduce with.

She knew Razor would be able to give her something that she had only been able to find with herself. An orgasm. Though he was an ass, it would probably be a black mark to his ego to leave a woman hanging, or at least that’s what she was telling herself. That’s when she got an idea. Sticking her head out of the shower, she made sure the door was locked before she ducked under the water and
decided to play out her fantasy, sliding her fingers lower to her sex.

His kiss was demanding and controlling. He was branding her with his mark, body, and soul. Not letting her get away, his tongue dove into her mouth, giving her a taste of the man; a man who was possessed with her. He controlled her head by holding her head steady at the nape of her neck. His other hand was sliding down to her breast, fondling her before twirling her nipple between his two fingers.

“Kitten, I’m going to devour you and make you scream my name by the time we’re done. You’re mine.” Razor left her lips and bit the skin of her neck, and instantly she felt her clit throb with need.

Never in her life had she ever been so turned on and wanton. He did this to her. A true man, a dominant man she’d only dreamt about. Unable to make any sort of articulate answer, she moaned with lust. It made him chuckle before bending and sucking her abused nipple into his mouth, sucking greedily. A gasp left her as sensation upon sweet sensation rode her, ready to make her come just from this alone.

He switched breasts all the while letting one hand glide
down to her pussy. Rubbing a finger in small circles, he found her clit and played with the small nerve to the point she was about to blow. Finally letting go, she was about to come all over him when he stopped.

“Oh no, kitten. When you come it will be all over my cock as I fuck the shit out of you,” he growled, making her whimper.

Suddenly she was lifted up in his arms. Her arms went instantly around his neck as her legs wrapped around his waist. He wasted no time and just as she felt the cold tile against her back, he
thrust
inside her. He didn’t check if she was ready, but she knew she was soaking wet.

With him buried deep inside her, it was just enough to throw her over
and she screamed out inaudible words, as he held steady.

“No, kitten, that wasn’t my name. Let’s try this again. Say my name.” She shook her head, unable to even move and didn’t think she could ever come again. Her body was already tired, but it didn’t matter to him. He pulled out leaving just the head right on the inside of her entrance before he slammed into her again, pushing her against the wall. Over and over he started to lose himself in her. She clung to him, digging her nails into his back, holding on for dear life as Razor pounded in over and over again. And just like an earthquake, she felt herself quaking again to the point of blowing over.