“Mac?Hell, no, I can’t believe I didn’t even see he had been cheating on me since the very beginning.”She started to laugh.“I’m all good, and I’m over it.”
“So, it doesn’t bother you that he’s over there trying to get into other women’s pants?”he asked.
Eden glanced over and watched Mac for a few seconds, then turned back to him.“Not at all.Good riddance.So, how are things with you?”
It was cute, her trying to make small talk, and he knew she wasn’t great at it, but at least she was trying.
He chuckled.“I’m doing good, and you?”
“I’m great,” she said.
“You look amazing.”
She glanced down at herself and gave a little curtsey.He noticed she had lost a little weight, which she didn’t need to do.Eden had looked stunning every time he saw her.Not that it had been often in the past year.He had to take care of club shit in the city.
The Mafia decided to try to take some of their turf back, but it had been pointless.A few lives had been lost, but they had gone back to their little patch with their tails between their legs.He couldn’t fucking stand the Mafia, the way they treated their women, and just the way they were, thinking they could throw their weight around as if they owned everything.He had no respect for the Mafia.
The music was upbeat, and Maeve still hadn’t returned.Razor was not a dancer, but he was not willing to go another minute without having Eden in his arms.
“Do you want to dance?”he asked.
She looked at the dance floor, and he saw her hesitate.He expected her to say no, but then it was like she had a stern talking to herself, squared her shoulders, and she nodded.
“Yeah, I’d love to.”
It was then she grabbed his hand and led him onto the dance floor.They were standing close, and the quick music changed to something slow, seductive, intense.It was the kind where you pulled a woman into your arms and held onto her, softly.
This was intense, where you looked her in the eyes and told her without saying a word that tonight she was going to be sinking on your dick, and you were going to rock her world.
Razor expected her to run for the hills, to try and escape.Instead, she looked right back at him, and Razor forgot about everyone else at the bar.
He watched Eden, completely besotted with her.She was a little devil, all right.She had been in his thoughts for a long damn time.He was a loyal brother, and he had noticed Eden long before Mac ever had.It had been at the diner, where she quickly rushed inside, needing to get two large mugs of coffee.Maeve was freaking outside over something, and Razor had watched as Eden laughed, flicked her bangs out of the way, complaining about how annoying they were, always getting in her face.He couldn’t look away.Didn’t want to.And the next time he saw her, she’d been on Mac’s freaking arm.He’d been the one to ask about her, to find every little detail about her.
She’d lived in Rivermont Ridge all her life and was a website designer.She never went to college.Her parents were killed in a drunk-driving accident when she was fifteen.Maeve, her older sister of five years, took her under her wing, never allowed her to go to foster care.The two sisters moved out of the family home and used the money to find a small home in the cul-de-sac where they now lived.
Maeve was an amazing makeup artist, in high demand, but refused to move out or work for any one company.She freelanced and could take any job she wanted.The same could be said for Eden.She was in high demand, created and handled multiple websites, and had a large portfolio of clients.They were both successful and strong.
He had wanted Eden from the start.But Mac got to her first.Now, Razor wasn’t going to let her get away.
This was his chance to finally take what was meant to be his from the start.