Razor's Mark: (Marked Book 1) (9 page)

Not wanting to see what he might do, she shut the door behind her. All she knew was that she would need to change the sheets again tonight. Her
body, however, was pulsing with desire for him, and the thought that he might be thinking of her too made her turned on more
. Damn it all to hell.

But right now she needed food. Dizziness was sweeping over her, but Razor wasn’t waking, so she needed to find something.

A can of Spaghetti O’s grabbed her attention. She didn’t know if he’d eaten, but right now, she didn’t care. After opening the can, she found a bowl, dumped them into it, then put the bowl into the microwave. While it cooked, she grabbed some water to drink. Her mouth felt like sandpaper.

After one whole glass was downed, she spotted the time. It was two in the afternoon. Damn, she had been out for a while. When did he pull her out of her trance? The microwave beeped letting her know the food was ready. Grabbing a spoon, she stirred it before taking a bite. She didn’t want to take it to the table, especially since her legs felt really wobbly, so eating over the counter was a good option. With half the bowl empty, the sound of a door opening let her know Razor was up.

“You're awake.”

“Yup,” she said between bites.

“How do you feel?”

“Like shit.” She was honest.

“You look like it too.” She turned to snap at him, but he was standing without a damn shirt on in only new sweatpants.

“Thanks.”

“You really eating that?” He pointed to her bowl.

“Duh.”

“That’s kid’s food.”

“That explains why you have it.”

“So is bitchy a symptom of becoming normal from your little trip to wonderland?” “What?”

“You snapped yesterday, Faith. You hadn’t eaten, or even left the same spot.”

“How long?” she whispered, scared to know the answer.

“Little over twenty-four hours,” he stated frankly. Damn. Not what she expected at all, but at least it wasn’t longer. Had she been at home, who knows what would have
happened.

“I’m sorry.” Faith felt like shit. She’d never wanted him to see her like that.

“Okay, don’t do that shit again. I don’t like it. People need to eat, sleep, and so on. Set a damn timer if you have to. Every three hours move or something. You’re lucky as fuck that I knew what the hell was going on and was here. What do you think would have happened if I wasn’t here?”

“I get it, okay. It won’t happen again.”

“Damn right.”

“You know what, fuck you, Razor. You’re not my father, brother, or lover. So shut up. I have had it.
Okay,
I get it; you’re a caveman. You banged your chest and got your point across. Shit happens, but if you hadn’t noticed, I’m doing my best to get out of this situation we’re in right now. So back off.” Faith was fuming mad. She knew she fucked up, but she didn’t need people pointing out every damn flaw she had.

“You know what, kitten, forget it. Eat your
food; I
need a shower.” He turned and left her, but not before she saw a small loo
k
of hurt cross his face a little. For once in her life, she was lost as to what the hell just happened.

Eating the last of her soup, or meal, or whatever Spaghetti Os
were considered, she went to the bedroom. She was tired again. Not even caring if the sheets
needed changed
, or if he needed something, she collapsed onto the bed. She never heard the bathroom door or really anything as she let sleep take her. Her last thought was once she
woke, she
would finish her work and move on. It seemed Razor didn’t want her here
any more
than she wanted to stay. Sometimes life just sucked big, fat monkey balls.

Razor stood in the shower longer than he normally would. Between the fucked up dreams he’d had about Faith, then fighting with her, it seemed to set his cock into overdrive. What the hell was wrong with him? He needed her out of his damn life. Needing to get away from her, he finally turned off the shower after the water ran cold. He couldn’t stay here.

Getting out of the shower, he dried and went in search of clothes. When he opened the door, he saw Faith sleeping on the bed. Her body was curled into a fetal
position,
and she looked cold. Though he was pissed at this woman, he didn’t want her getting any sicker. That would just make everything worse. Grabbing some jeans and a shirt, he walked over and pulled the covers over her small body. He also noticed she had some spaghetti sauce on her face. It was cute, even for a grown woman. Hating how his mind would bounce back and forth about her, he covered her quickly then left the room before he did anything else to her.

Pulling out his phone to call the diner down the street to deliver some burgers, it started to ring instead; it was the shop.

“Yeah,” he quipped.

“Hey, Razor, we have guys here with badges asking to talk to you. I think it’s about your girl. Think you should come down here. We can send someone to watch her while you get rid of them. I would send them away, but then they would come to your house.” It was Sparkle. He knew she would delay them, but it was bound to happen, but did it have to happen right now.

“On my way.” Snapping his phone shut, he slipped on his shoes, found a piece of paper, and wrote a small note.

Stay out of trouble! Someone from the shop is coming to watch you.

There; that should do. Locking the door behind him, he jumped into his truck. He was at the shop in no time. Walking through the
back door, he found Tex drinking some coffee.

“Hey, where’s Casper or Mary Jane?”

“Working on someone, Sparkle is entertaining some suits, I’m heading home, what ya need?”

“Shit, look, I need someone at my house.”

“The girl?”

“Yup.”

“Done. I’ll be there
in
two shakes of a rattlesnake.” His smile drove him nuts, but it was the best he could do. She would be safe enough with
Tex
, or at least he could hope. His best bet would be she would sleep right through the whole thing. He walked to the front to see Sparkle glaring at someone. He cleared his throat letting everyone know he was there.

“Oh shit, Razor, good, you came in. These men need to talk to you.”

“'Kay, what?” He wasn’t going to give them shit.

“Sir, have you seen this woman before?” He looked at the picture of Faith, and it wasn’t a very good one, but he acted like he was studying it some.

“She looks similar to a chick I did a piece on.”

“A piece?”

“Yeah, she got some work done, had a thing with angels. She couldn’t sit through one
session,
so we had to do two. A set of angel wings. Big ass piece, but it looked great. Why, did she complain about my work?”

“No, she’s missing.”

“No shit, wow that sucks. Sorry, I can’t help you.”

“You remember anything else about her? If you saw her more than
once, she might have said something.”

“Look, do you know how many people I leave my mark on? She was just another body to me. Her name was like Fate, or Fay, something like that. She talked a lot about plants and shit. I ignore them half the time. Can’t help you.”

“Well, if she turns up, or you remember something, could you give us a call?”

“Sure.” He took the card, tucked it in his back pocket, and watched as they left the building.

“Oi’,
mate, that was a close one.” He turned to see Casper wiping down his client before wrapping it up. Sparkle came back over, did her speech about aftercare, and cashed him out. Walking to the back, he wanted some coffee and a damn break. Seemed that Casper had the same idea. “So what’s going on?”

“Nothing, she’s just driving me crazy. I constantly have to watch
her; she
’s worse than having a dog. I swear women are nothing but trouble man.”

“Don’t say that, I
like the girl. She has
spunk,
and a nice rack. But seriously, mate, you need to ease off her. It can’t be all that hard living with a beautiful woman warming your bed.”

“She is warming my bed alright, while I sleep on the couch. I hate that fucking thing.”

“Sounds like you could use a drink.”

“Sounds about right.”

“Come on then; we’ll go get a pint or three and let Tex
watch her for a bit.” That sounded like a good plan to him.

*****

Faith woke to the sound of someone banging on the door. She jumped out of bed and looked around the
apartment
, but no one was there. Shit, where the hell was Razor? Walking slowly to the door, she looked
through
the peephole. Two men in suits stood outside. Shit.

Taking a small step back the doorknob started to rattle. Damn, looking around she didn’t know what to do. But suddenly there was a commotion and a blast of car alarms started going off. The knob stood
still,
and she held her breath again and took a small look. No one was there. What could she do? She needed to leave. She needed to go somewhere where no one would know her. She needed to find her brother.

She grabbed her dirty clothes and slipped them back on. She felt dirty, but knew she needed to move and not cause Razor any more trouble or put him in anymore danger than she had. She packed a bag and slipped on shoes. Looking out the window, she spotted the men yelling at someone who’d hit their car. Good, this was her chance to leave.

Unlocking the door quietly, she opened it a crack and looked out. No one was in the hallway. Reaching inside she locked the door before shutting it again. She would go down
the other steps in the back to try to avoid the guys. It almost worked, because as she started to walk someone yelled her name. Turning, she spotted someone looking at her.
Shitballs
. Taking off, she hauled ass down and around the corner. She did this for several minutes before ducking into a store. She still had some cash on her, so she could take a cab to where she needed to go. It would be a distance, but it was worth it.

Looking out of the window, she didn’t see anyone,
but asked the lady at the front if she could call her a cab. Sure enough, it was only five minutes before one showed up.

Climbing in, she gave the address to the club.

“Miss, you know what type of place that is? Don’t think it’s fit for someone like you.”

“I’m sure, thank you.” The driver didn’t say anything else and took off to the outskirts of DC.

This wasn’t the best neighborhood, but all she had to do was drop a name,
and she would be protected. The cabbie pulled up in front of an old brick building lined with various bikes. Spotting the one she was looking for, she paid her
tab,
and he took off, maybe a little faster than normal. Holding her bag, she walked in the building with her head held high. She didn’t spot him right away, so she walked to the bar.

“Hey, lady, think you’re in the wrong place.” The man behind the bar eyed her up and down.

“No, I’m not. I’m here to see Michael.”

“Michael?” He raised his eye in shock.

“Look, lady, don’t know what game you’re playing here, but he don't
see people like you. Merlin has a type and, lady, you
ain't it.”

“Yes,
I am. Tell him Faith is here.”

“You’re asking for trouble. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He picked up a phone from behind the bar.

“Yo, Merlin, got yourself
a guest.
Yeah,
I know you have company, but she says you know her. No, never seen her before. She's a preppy type of chick.
Yeah,
I can get rid of her, sure.” He was about to hang up when she yelled at him to tell him her name. “Shit, sorry, boss, says the name is Faith. Fuck, why
you
yelling at me, I didn’t do anything. Shit, man, chill, okay? She’s fine. At least she looks okay. Sure, I can watch her.”

Faith couldn’t help but smile as the man got his ass chewed out. Not more than ten minutes went by with men dressed in leather glaring at her either with disgust or lust before he walked around the corner. She couldn’t help but feel better seeing him. He looked suspicious but like all little sisters, she ran to
him, and he instantly wrapped her in his arms.

“Oh, my sweet Faith, I gotcha
.” He held her tight and kissed the top of her head. He smelled like cigarettes, cheap beer and leather. Michael was her older brother by five years, and he was the president of the Hellhound MC. No one messed with him. He didn’t say anything
more, just
held her tight.

“Come with me to the office and we can talk. Need a drink?” She
nodded, and Michael walked over to the bar.

“Hey, Sully, send up two burgers, a beer for me and a Long Island Iced Tea for my girl.” He still called her his girl. Even after all these years, he said she would always be his.

“Your girl? Damn, Merlin, do the guys know.”

“No, you jackass
, she’s my baby sister. Now bring me my stuff upstairs while I get her settled and don’t question me again, understood?” The guy named Sully nodded in agreement before turning and yelling something to the kitchen staff.

“You remembered.” When she first turned twenty-one, Michael showed up and took her out of school. It was her last year and even though she had a final that week, he wanted her to celebrate. He’d even rented a car just for her.