Razor
Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club, Book 11
Candace Blevins
eXcessica publishing
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Razor © March 2018 by Candace Blevins
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Contents
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Dear Reader,
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
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Razor moved from the Memphis RTMC chapter to Chattanooga to set up and manage a series of laundromats, because the local chapter needs more ways to legitimize their illegal income. He’s gay, but the Chattanooga chapter has accepted gay couples into their social circle, so he hopes they can accept him.
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Matty is about to graduate college, and he’s in the market for a Daddy. He walks into the RTMC bar with three of his girlfriends, and a huge hulk of a man rescues him from some rednecks. He recognizes the bouncer for the leather daddy he is, and sparks fly between them.
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Most of the MC is prepared to accept Razor as a gay brother, but they know they’ll have to figure things out as they happen once Razor is serious about someone. Will his ‘boy’ be an ol’lady? And can all the ol’lady rules really apply to a man?
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Razor is a raven, Matty is human. The RTMC fits into the local supernatural hierarchy in a myriad of ways, and Razor is already friends with Abbott and Spence.
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But a supernatural storm is about to blindside the club, and their personal ties to The Dragon King and Master Vampire won’t be enough to help.
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Warning: Male-male sexual practices are front and center in this book, not to mention it’s kinky as your grandmother’s old phone cord. Razor and Matty are heavy on the D/s, the S&M, and the B&D.
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Since some reviewers have been surprised by this, it seems necessary to also warn that sometimes bikers solve problems with their fists, and there’s lots of sexy fun in the clubhouse with women who hang around because they want to be there, and who can leave anytime they want.
Dear Reader,
Razor’s story is the eleventh book in the RTMC series, and the twenty-sixth book in the Kirsten O’Shea universe. It can be read as a stand-alone, but there are a lot of characters we’ve met in other books, so I’d like to take this opportunity to go over where we’ve met them.
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It’s safe to skip this and head straight to Chapter One if you’re new to this universe, but you might want to come back afterwards, especially if a character or couple intrigues you.
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If you’ve read the series, I hope this is a quick refresher before you dive in.
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We met Duke (the MC President) and Gen in Duke’s story, as well as Gen’s best friend, Bethany.
Bethany gets her story in Acceptable Risk, where we meet her three guys — Ranger, Jonathan, and Mac. Incidentally, we first met Mac in Safeword: Rainbow, as well as Tyler and Viv, but that gets us into another series. We saw Cassie, Isaac, Cam, and Frisco get their HEA in the same series, during Safeword: Arabesque. You’ll also see mention of Sam, Ethan, and Tara, who come from the Matte quadrilogy. Matty’s boss, Dana was in the two Davenport books.
Back to the RTMC series, Brain’s story let us meet Harmony, his true love. It also had all readers thoroughly pissed at Bash and Gonzo. Brain is the MC’s VP.
Which brings us to Bash’s story, where we spend some time with Bud (the Atlanta chapter’s president) and his daughter, Angelica. We also get to meet Dawg up-front-and-personal. Bash is the MC’s Sergeant-at-Arms.
Next comes Horse and Gabby, where we dip into Faerie a little for the first time in the RTMC series, but it isn’t the first we’ve been there in this universe.
Gonzo finally gets his story, and boy is this one emotional. I adore Connie. We add kids to the clubhouse with this one. Nix and Tippy are up next, and then Ghost and Hailey, where we get to see a good bit of Viper.
And last but not least, we meet Nickie when Bud finally gets his own book.
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Other characters you’ll see in this book:
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Aaron Drake, his wife Sophia, and their triplets. You can read Aaron and Sophia’s story in The Dragon King.
Abbott, Master Vampire of most of the southeastern U.S., is an important character throughout the series. He has a short story (Leashed), where we meet Spence, but we see the ancient vampire a whole helluva lot in Only Human, too. We also see more of how the coterie is run, and get another view of Abbott, in Riding the Storm, which features Kendra and Eric.
No one knows what ki
nd of supernatural Marcus is. We see him in Of Humans and Monsters as well as An Elegant Weapon. He can fly scary fast.
Nathan, King of the Lions, the Amakhosi, is an important character in the four Only Human books, as well as the Hallowed Destiny novella. He also has his own short story – Pride.
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I hope you enjoy Razor and Matty’s story.
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Chapter 1
Razor
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I walked the length of the Rolling Thunder bar and restaurant, listening to conversations so I could stop any problems before they started. I’d transferred to the Chattanooga RTMC to set up some laundromats for the club, but all non-wolf shifters have to help at their other businesses during the three nights of the full moon.
The door opened and three girls came in with a guy. My heart slowed and my dick pulsed — it was girl’s night out, and one of them had brought her GBF. Her gay best friend.
Unlike wolves, ravens don’t have a strong sense of smell. Our gifts lie in our eyesight and hearing. We can see for miles, but our true talent is in spotting tiny movements and patterns. Those micro-expressions profilers use a slow-motion camera to see? I pick up on without even thinking about. I know when someone’s lying. When they’re happy, sad, conflicted.
And these four were happy. They talked about outfits, makeup, accessories, and the fact a local department store was having a big sale on shoes and purses the next day, and they had to get there early before the best stuff was gone.
The twink wore black, skintight jeans, a charcoal mesh shirt that showed his nipples as well as every beautiful muscle all the way down to the dangerously low jeans, and his black jacket reminded me of something Prince might’ve worn in the eighties. The boy also wore heavy motorcycle boots — the real thing, and they showed the wear and tear of a rider. Probably an homage to where they were going, but these weren’t the kind meant to just look good. Either he rode, or he’d picked them up at a secondhand store.
He was dressed straight out of the ‘looking for my new daddy’ fashion book, but fuck if it wasn’t exactly what this papa bear wanted.
I moved to the other side of the room and tried to ignore them, but it was only a matter of time before I had to rescue the boy from some drunk rednecks.
I saw things escalating and was on my way, but one of the girls stood and took a swing at the most threatening of the two rednecks and made solid contact. The twink stood to back his friend up, but the other redneck shoved the little guy backwards into the table and slammed his lower back across the top of the chair, and I wasn’t sure if it had hit the bottom of his rib cage or his kidneys. The twink rolled to the side, came to his feet, and managed to land a few punches of his own, but he also took yet another kidney punch because both rednecks focused on him and ignored his friend. I got to them as fast as I could, and since they weren’t far from the entrance, I tossed the rednecks out the door.
As the second one landed on the pavement in the parking lot, I wondered if maybe I should’ve escorted them rather than actually throwing them, but it was too late to back down. Viper gave me an odd look, but I needed to handle my job and all eyes were on me. I told the patrons, “We serve everyone here, s’long as they have manners. Those two seemed to have misplaced theirs.”
It’s RTMC policy to check in on people when we have to intercede, so I went to the twink’s table and asked if everyone was okay.
“Thanks to you, we’re just fine, big daddy. Can I buy you a drink?”
I wanted to pick him up and adjust him in my lap once I’d taken his seat, but I couldn’t. I touched one of the girls on the back of her arm. “Let me see your hand, sweetheart.”
“It’s okay.” She lifted it, and I saw red knuckles with a touch of swelling, but if her hand hurt, she wasn’t showing it. She’d popped the guy a good one to keep him away from her friend. I turned to Gonzo at the bar — he’d wait until the third night of the full moon so he could run with his wife. “Drinks on the house for the girlie, since she did part of my job for me before I could get to them.”
I looked at the twink, our gazes locked, and he knew. He’d already guessed, but now he was certain. I saw the smug look and the extra sparkle in his eyes, and my heart sank. I didn’t need this right now.
First things first though. I ignored his flirting and said, “I saw the kidney punch. This isn’t the time to play it cool. You okay?” He’d deflected most of the hits to his face — the rednecks had been sloppy with their punches. His kidney had taken two solid hits, though. His hand was a little scuffed from landing his own punches, but I didn’t comment on it.
Viper moved behind us and said what I’d known from the kid’s expression.
“No, he’s hurting.” Viper could smell his pain.
“Right.” I stepped back so I was beside Viper. “I’m not a doctor, but I’ve seen my share of fighting injuries. I can take you to the office and look it over for you. Figure out if it’s ribs or kidneys. Get you some ice.”
Viper snorted. “Razor used to be a paramedic. Go with him, kid. Let him look you over.”
As soon as the door closed and the sounds of the bar faded, the kid touched the center of my chest, cocked his hip out, and said, “You’re in the closet, Papa Bear.”
I sighed, pushed the hidden button in the doorframe to make sure we weren’t being watched or recorded by the control room, put my hands on the boy’s shoulders, and turned him towards the center of the room. “Just for a few more weeks. I’m new to town. Wanted to let them get to know me before I told them. Take the jacket and shirt off. What’s your name?”
“Matty.” He winced when he pulled the jacket off, and I helped him with his shirt so he didn’t have to lift his arms.
“Short for Matthew?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“None of that outside this room, boy. Not even once I’m outta the closet. How old are you?”
I poked around on his back, watched the muscles, saw the way the blood flow changed. I cataloged things a human would never be able to spot. It’d made me a good paramedic, before I’d joined the RTMC. The straight line of the chair’s back probably had his bottom ribs a little tender, and the punch had hit his kidney. Neither was too bad, but both of them together more than explained the wince when he’d twisted to take his jacket off.
“Twenty-three. About to graduate college.”
“What’re you majoring in?”
“Interior design, with a minor in graphic design.”
Kid was hitting all the stereotypes.
“You got a job?”
“Two of ‘em. I work at an advertising company and help out with their graphics after school during the week, and I work at a furniture store on the weekend.”
“Kidney took a hit, but it isn’t likely bad enough you need a doc.” I met his gaze and let him see I meant business. “Any back or abdominal pain, blood in your piss, nausea, difficulty pissing, fever, or anything not right — you get to a doctor. Understood?”
He nodded, and I pulled my wallet out, retrieved a business card, and stuck it in his front pocket. “My personal email is the first part of the one on this card, but at gmail. Email me there, not at the one on the card. No phone calls, no texts to this number. It’s just for club business. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I helped him with his shirt and jacket. “You’ll be tender tomorrow, but it shouldn’t hurt worse than now. If it does, see a doctor.”
“I can give you my cell phone number, if you want to check up on me.”
I shook my head. “Email it to me before you go to bed. You live with someone, or alone?”
“With Micca, the girl who took a swing at the guy. She’s kind of my best friend.” He gave me a sideways, flirty look again. “I saw you when I walked in. You were looking at me.”
“What kind of bike you ride?”
“How do you know I ride a bike?”
“Those boots aren’t just for looks.”
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sp; He shrugged. “Ninja 1000 ABS. The racing team edition. I sold my old one last year and bought myself the newest model for Christmas. Figured if I was dating someone, I’d buy something for him and he’d buy something for me, so I cut out the middleman and bought myself something.”
I winced. “Lime green?”
He nodded and met my gaze. “And I’ll dust your ass on any Harley you want to pit me against. Any road. You pick it.”
“That’s a lot of bike for a little guy.” And I had no doubt he could handle it. He’d meant every word about winning a race. No bluster.
“My pop…” He shrugged. “I don’t do sports. He didn’t get my art — still doesn’t. We found mutual ground with bikes. I raced Motorcross for years. Had a sponsor. Did the circuit. Could still be doing it if I wanted. I have a dirt bike and I play around when I’m off on a weekend, but I don’t want to do it for a living anymore because it takes too much of my life. I know my kidney’ll be okay, and my ribs. I’ve taken enough hits to know the danger signs. Just came back here so I could talk to you.”
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