Razor's Mark: (Marked Book 1) by Gracie Meadows

Author:Gracie Meadows [Meadows, Gracie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Vinvatar Publishing
Published: 2016-07-13T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Razor watched as Faith finished cleaning up lunch, which had been amazing. Maybe he should have let her cook when she’d stayed with him. He was so full of emotions he hadn’t ever really felt. He’d been devastated when he thought she was dead, and now she was alive and had just skipped out on him; he was pissed and elated at the same time.

Her brother had left with the rest of the Hellhounds. Oddly enough, he knew most of them. He or the others at the shop did a lot of their work. But just knowing that her brother, Faith’s older brother, was the president, set his alpha instincts into overdrive. His ego had taken a hit when Merlin claimed he could take better care of her than he could. Sure, he’d fucked up before, but that was done. She was his responsibility, and he was going to watch over her from now on.

Speaking of watching her, he noticed she was quieter than normal. Was she not feeling well? Is she still recovering from her small slip? But no matter what he thought, his cock seemed to have a different idea altogether.

The damn clothes she had on showed off her figure for the first time, and he didn’t like it. He was able to make out the swell of her tits, and they were a handful. A perfect fit for his large hands. It also accentuated her small waist that peeked out from her too small shirt.

He needed to concentrate on how he was going to keep her safe, he had yet to figure that part out? Merlin had told him about a stash of guns, plus he had his, but what bothered him was this whole staying in a small cabin in the middle of nowhere. It was smart for her, but it would drive him crazy, only because he was stuck with her.

She was at the sink washing the rest of the dishes. He came and stood behind her.

“You okay, kitten?” After all, it wasn’t every day that people think you’re dead, and that was the reason he was giving himself for asking her that question.

“Fine.”

Okay, he might be a man, but Sparkle and Mary Jane had taught him that a simple “fine” meant they really weren’t. Damn, he seriously hated fucking mind games with this woman. He didn’t want to play twenty questions to find out what was wrong. Why couldn't she just come out and tell him what was bothering her? Instead, he looked like a putz standing in the kitchen while she washed plates and didn’t talk.

“Damn it, kitten, what the fuck is wrong? I don’t want to play games.” There, he said it, if she didn’t like it, well tough shit. He was having a bad week too.

“I don’t know why Michael brought you back into this. I was giving you an out. I just wanted you to know it wasn’t me, but damn it, Razor, I don’t want you to feel beholden to me because of him, or anyone.

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