Razor: I can’t get Natalie out of my head. One look at the gorgeous redhead and I know I need to make her mine. Too bad she belongs to someone else. The VP of a rival MC. Taking her means igniting a war with the enemy. Walking away is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. When I find her abandoned and left for dead, I know this is my one chance to redeem myself. I’ll wreak vengeance on her behalf, kill those who’ve taken pleasure in hurting her. I’ll show her I’m different from the men she’s been with in the past.
Natalie: I’ve made plenty of bad choices. To pay off my mother’s hospital bills, I trusted the wrong man. A savage biker who disposed of me once he lost interest. Too bad he did a poor job of killing me. There’s a new man in my life, one who’s intent on fixing the wrongs done to me. Razor’s fierce, possessive, and dangerous. I thought I was done with bikers but it turns out I’m wrong. I can’t imagine being with anyone else but him.
“You forgot your jacket,” she said, holding it out. She remembered his gentle touch on her wrist and decided this man was dangerous. Just a few moments with him in the same room had her thinking there were a few good men left in the room.
Why would anyone pick a nickname like Razor? Earlier, before the meeting, Rat warned Vulture not to let his guard down around their guests, Razor especially. In the end, Nat was that same, hopeless little girl who grew up in a trailer, hoping for a prince to sweep her away to his fairytale castle.
“Thank you, Red,” he said, taking it and putting it on.
“Red?” she asked. “I don’t think we know each other well enough for you to start giving me nicknames.”
As soon as Nat said those words, she started to hyperventilate. What in heaven’s name had gotten into her? Razor’s sharp gray eyes gleamed with undisguised interest. She’d been bold and outspoken once, before Vulture had reduced to a spineless coward terrified of her own shadow.
Nat missed those days, missed being her old self. Getting involved with Vulture and his MC was like making a deal with the devil. Falling for Razor would put her in the same position. She was sure of it.
“So she has claws,” Razor murmured. “Does she know how to use them?”
“You’ll have to find out,” she whispered, her heart beating fiercely.
“I’ll be seeing you around, Red,” Razor said. To her surprise, he held out a hand toward her. He wanted to shake on it?
Too stunned to do anything else, she grasped his offered hand. Without warning, Razor jerked her close to him. She gasped, surprised to suddenly find herself in his arms. Razor kissed her then, quick and fleeting, but it had been enough to ignite a fire in her that she thought had fizzled out long ago.
When she met Vulture, she didn’t think she could look at another man with interest or desire anymore. Razor changed all that. He moved his lips from her mouth to the shell of her ear.
“Think of me tonight, Red,” Razor whispered in her ear, his breath warm. He abruptly released her.