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RAZOR:

“Brother, that’s Kylie Mills. The mayor of Millersville’s daughter,” Bronx said before he downed his beer.

“Then he needs to be taking care of her shit,” I growled. “What father wouldn’t take care of his daughter’s shit?”

“He may not know.” Apollo was trying to be the voice of reason. “They aren’t close after his old lady divorced his ass.”

“Facts,” Bronx added. “She musta just got back into town. Her mom lives here and she’s probably staying with her or one of those friends.”

I narrowed my eyes on my VP. He knew damn well who ‘those’ friends were. There was no secret how he looked at Shay Russell. Why he never said anything to her was still a mystery. They’d probably fucked already and decided to take that shit to the grave. Fuck if I knew. Everybody knew Lori too. She damn neared stalked Apollo, who gave not one shit about the brunette. I did not see good things coming from that fallout.

My stay in Manor was approaching ten years, which apparently is how I missed the beautiful Kylie Mills. She was young and that was one of her flaws, besides letting some pussy hit on her.

Fuck.

“You seem, shall I say, invested,” Dash observed.

Refusing to acknowledge his comment, I turned towards the door and saw Shay approaching our reserved table.

“The fuck is wrong with you, Razor?” Her hands were in the air, in standard Shay form. “That’s not her boyfriend.”

“I asked.”

“I’m telling you, she doesn't have a boyfriend. Some guy hit her the other night at Wiley’s after she finished singing.” Her hands were on her hips.

My anger surged at the thought of her being hit and apparently all my brothers at the table felt the same.

“Who the fuck hit her?” Bronx growled.

I stood up.

“Where is he?” I snapped.

Her head jerked back and then she said, “Some outsiders. Don’t worry, the boys took care of them, hospital and all. They won’t be returning.”

“Good.” The tension still did not leave my shoulders and my chest remained tight with frustration.

Why I was frustrated is what gave me pause.

What kind of man would hit a woman like that? Fucking morons.

“Yeah. Well, just so you know, Kylie ain’t that type to lay down and let nobody hit her. That ain’t her.” She raised an eyebrow. “Just so we’re clear.”

“We’re clear, Shay.” I nodded. “Obliged.”

“Whatever that means,” she said and then walked away.

What she did not do was pay one ounce of attention to Bronx, but kept her conversation focused on me. We knew each other from a mutual community event, Operation Santa, that I contributed to every year. We had an understanding of mutual respect so she would be the only woman to come over at me flailing her hands. Anybody else would have had their asses handed to them. Her friend Lori came along most of the time as she was infatuated with my Sergeant of Arms.

Bronx, on the other hand, sat staring at her as she walked away. Shay was a pretty  woman with bronze skin, large eyes, long hair, and more than a handful of boobs and ass to grab. Her nights did not have to be lonely, but nobody in the brotherhood fucked with her. It was well-known that one of the brothers had laid claim to her, but it wasn’t known which brother that might be, except for Apollo and me. 

I steered clear of my brothers’ love lives, but he’d better do something soon. She was young, vibrant and wouldn’t be available long. This was a guarantee.

The next morning, I woke up with a hard, wet dick. Raising up, I saw a head full of bleached blond hair. Fuck, Bonnie was here. This was her normal way of trying to wake me up.

Closing my eyes, I lay back down and enjoyed the wake-up call. Eventually, I wrapped her long hair around my hand and thrust back and forth in her mouth, thinking about the blond-haired vixen with hazel eyes. On my release, I swear I said Kylie’s name.

Bonnie didn’t give a fuck, but that shit was messing with me.

“See you next weekend?” Bonnie asked as she left after swallowing my load.

I nodded and rolled over to get ready to pick up Mace. I had him for the week since Rachel was going out of town with her new fiancé. Mace was eleven years old, my pride and joy and looked just like me; the same walk and everything. A badass in the making.

Lately, he’d been getting into trouble at school, so Rachel wanted me to take him more often than our original agreement. That was fine by me. I felt a boy of his age would really need his father more anyway. Rachel could be a total bitch, but ever since she’d hooked up with Cecil, she was almost nice and definitely accommodating.

Her biggest beef then and even now was that I chose the club over her. We’d been together for a couple of years. We weren’t married and I was the VP for the Guardians’ chapter in Columbia, about twenty miles from Millersville. The president, Pete, was a true brother and thought I had the capability of running the local chapter and maybe more. So, he sent me to the headquarters in Manor and I served under one of the old district presidents. Pete kept saying he was ready to retire and knew that if I made president, I’d be stuck and he wanted me to expand. That was fifteen years ago. Our chapter in Columbia was smaller, but he told me to check out Manor, start networking and making myself known. I did what he said, so when the larger chapter needed a president, I threw my bid in. Most of the guys were on board, but some of them had their issues. They wanted a native Manor member to be the president. The problem with the native they wanted, Shark, was that although he was a great leader, he would have taken the club in another direction.

The Legion of Guardians was a social and service-oriented club. Our hands were in everything and we wanted to keep it that way. We had members everywhere, including honorary ones. Sometimes they’d party with us and that was fine. Each Guardian had a skill or job that they all performed and more importantly, we all had a creed.

We were protectors, fighters, avengers and it would not always be in accordance with the law. Some called us vigilantes, but we were Guardians and one of the services we provided was protection. We had the members, they were highly trained and we knew folks most people didn’t.

I was a proud member, brother and now the Manor chapter president and regional director. That’s what Pete groomed me for so I could grow in the ranks. He was like a father to me and he definitely had my respect.

As I was about to pull out of my driveway to leave, the sheriff pulled in, blocking me.

Fuck.

Hopping out of my truck, I shouted, “Sheriff.”

“Hey, Razor.” He sauntered up my driveway. “Heard there was some commotion over at Peppers last night.”

“Wouldn’t know.”

“Oh yeah? I must’ve heard wrong.” He took off that stupid hat. “You weren’t trying to be a guardian for Mayor Mill’s daughter, right?”

“Right.”

He walked closer to me and said in a whisper, “I look the other way, most of the time, Razor. I know and get what you guys do. Respect it, even. But you can’t go messing around with the Mayor’s daughter. Then it gets political and I’ll be forced to do something about that shit.”

“Acknowledged.”

“I sure hope so. Phillip Mills has been in office a long time and knows a lot of people.”

It was my turn to whisper. “I quite frankly don’t give a fuck. He knows his daughter is walking around with a shiner on her eye? He also needs to tend to that shit. He’d also know, just like you, that we aren’t called Guardians for nothing.”

I walked back to my truck and said, “Have a good one, sheriff.”

“Best heed my warning.” He nodded and then walked to his cruiser and left.

Great.

******

BY WEDNESDAY, I WAS at my baseball store, The Diamond Base, with Mace. He was dusting the cabinets while I was tending to a customer.

The door chimed, signaling that someone had entered. If it wasn’t my fucking luck that Kylie Mills had entered the store being led by a rambunctious boy around Mace’s age.

“Come on, I really want this,” he begged.

The boy looked just like her. Sandy blond hair, light eyes and with the same skin tone. He had to be her son.

Quickly finishing with the other customer, I walked up behind her and said close to her ear, “Fancy meeting you here.”

Her stubborn ass did not even turn around, she simply whispered, “Fuck.”

“I’d like to. Thanks for asking.” I was still whispering as the boy was several feet away from her, looking at the signed baseball cards.

“Will you leave me alone? For one, I don’t know you. I don’t care to know you. Second, I don’t like you and my friend has a black eye because of you. So fuck off,” she hissed.

“Sweetheart.” I looked at her exposed neck that was perfect for my mouth. “It’s you that needs to leave me alone. You keep coming to me.”

This made her turn around. “How do I keep coming to you?” she said through gritted teeth, attempting to whisper.

“You came to my bar and now you are in my store.”

Those hazel, seductive eyes went wide while her pouty lips turned up in disgust.

“Listen, Razor.” Oh, she knew my name. “Just because you’ve been here in town for a while and you started a club, doesn’t make everything in this town yours. I was born and raised here. If anything, it was mine way before you can claim it as yours.”

My hand, naturally, went to her waist so I could pull her to my body that so desperately wanted her touching it. My head bent towards her and it was a complete invasion of her space. I also did not give a fuck.

“Sweetheart, I own both buildings outright. My name is on the deed and the business licenses. That makes ‘em mine.” Her head went back and then she lowered her eyes to the floor. Grabbing her chin with my forefinger and thumb, I lifted it up as my lips hovered near hers.

“Oh.” She tried to push away, but my grip tightened. “Then I guess the city has really come to ruins.”

I laughed.

“On the contrary. The city is doing the best it has in the last seven years.”

“Auntie.” The boy walked up to us. “Who’s this?”

Auntie?

“Oh, nobody.” She pushed and I let go. “You ready to go?”

When I looked at the boy, recognition set in, as his eyes widened and his mouth formed an ‘O’.

“Oh my God. You are Xander Willis. Only the best pitcher Pennsylvania has ever produced. You played with the Phillies and made records people are still trying to break. Struck out Bennie Abreu and nobody strikes him out. I was just watching a documentary that you were featured in.” He turned to his aunt without taking a breath, “Auntie, do you know who he is? This is Xander Willis. Can I take a picture with him and get an autograph, please? Auntie, please?”

It bothered me when people still associated the current me with my previous lifestyle. I wasn’t the same person, but in this moment, it kept me in the company of Kylie Mills. I’d take it. Shit, I’d take anything she’d give me. I saw myself crossing the line with her and fuck if I didn’t know how to stop. She was too young, and I wasn’t really the settling down type, but once I crossed it, there would be no turning back.

“Uh.” Those mesmerizing eyes looked at me. “Sure.”

“Sounds great to me.” I clapped my hands together. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Will,” he said proudly.

“Nice to meet ya, Will.” I saluted him. “Mace, get over here.”

“Okay, Dad.” He dropped the duster before heading over to us.  I noticed her eyes widen at my title.

“Can you set up the phone to take a picture using the timer?” I asked him.

“Yeah.”

“With mine too,” Kylie added.

“Yes, ma’am,” Mace answered.

Kylie looked at me again in shock. Then she said under her breath, “At least someone in the family has manners.”

I laughed again, but this time, she kept staring at me. There were no funny comebacks or smart remarks, her eyes were simply trained on me.

“They are both set,” Mace said and broke the trance between us.

“Get in here.” I held out my left arm so he could fit in and pulled her next to me on my right, who put the boys close together.

“It’s going to blink three times,” Mace instructed.

After the picture was taken, I tagged her hand and pulled her with me to the back.

“We’ll be right back,” I said to the boys. “Mace, show Will my card, so I can sign it for him.”

“Really! Oh my God!” the boy exclaimed.

When we reached the back, I pulled her to me and asked, “Why don’t you fuck with bikers?”

“Why does it matter?” she snapped back at me.

Her body was against mine and my hands were on her ass. She was taller than most with her heels on.  Her eye was healed for the most part and just slightly red. My hand moved the hair out of her face so I could see it all.

She was fucking beautiful!

“How old are you?” I asked as my lips hovered over hers.

“Too young for you.” She held her chin up, bringing her lips closer to mine.

She was not fighting me. Shit, as a matter of fact, she was challenging me.

“You think because these are business hours, I won’t spank,” I swatted her bottom, “that ass?”

“Oww,” she yelped, turning that gaze into a glare. “I am too young.”

“Too young for what?” I caged her in with my legs. “For you, I’d make an exception.”

“No, that makes you a sellout. There’s a reason you don’t mess with young girls, stick to it.”

The side of my lip turned up. “Is that so?”

Her head slightly nodded. “We’re too immature, right? Have some growing up to do. More life to see. Don’t want an old man bossing us around, ‘cause we’re young and independent and shit. Right?”

She was sassing me.

To my fucking face.

I slapped her ass hard and then wrapped my fingers around the back of her neck and took her lips. She yelped, but that was cut off by my tongue invading her mouth. Fuck if I knew she would suck on it.

Goddamn.

My hand was still on her ass, so I gripped it and rubbed it against my raging dick. I was hard as a goddamn rock but I could not take her back here.

Fuck.

The doorbell chimed, pulling me out of my searing kiss that left her wobbling and me slightly dazed. Her forehead rested against my shoulder as she whispered, “Somebody is here.”

Damn. If I could have her all to myself, like this; against me, trusting me, leaning on me because she was mine. Shit, I’d fight for that.

“Yeah.” I cleared my throat. “And for the record, among the reasons why I don’t fuck with younger women.” She backed away so she could see me and I let her go. “I don’t have the patience to train one to take my cock the way I like it. Usually, they’re too tight.”

She smirked and then said, “Most women my age have had sex before, Razor.”

“No doubt.” I nodded and headed towards the door. “In the pussy, sure.”

Her eyes grew wide. “Oh, my...” Kylie started to say.

“The ass, well...” I shrugged. “But you. I’d find the patience to train you to take me every way I like. That, I guarantee. And you’ll love it.”

Her face went pale, but I left before I decided to turn back around and showed her the other way I’d take her.

Now that I had a taste, I wanted more.