Collateral

Living life along the razor’s edge, you’re bound to get cut eventually. I never should have fallen in love with him, but I just couldn't help myself. His name was Raze, short for Razor he told me, though he never told me why they called him that. I could only assume it was because he was razor sharp. Fierce. Unafraid. A force to be reckoned with. The VP of the Black Ice Motorcycle Club, no one ever crossed him. Everyone knew better. Everyone, that was, except the rival Marquis Devils MC. When Raze least expected it, they came to collect their dues. And in a simple twist of fate, I became the collateral.