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He chuckles, “Just wondering if you’re ready for this.”
I cock my head to the side, “You know, you keep asking me that.”
He nods, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face. “Yeah, you’re right, I do. So, what are you gonna do about it?”
Razor hangs his helmet on the rack in front of his bike and takes mine, doing the same.
He comes back quickly, wrapping his arms around me and pulls me against his chest.
I look up into his sexy dark eyes, loving the golden hue he has around his irises. “Not a damn thing,”
Sucking in a sharp breath, I can’t deny the pull I feel toward him.
The sexual tension between us is palpable, and I know it’s only going to get more intense as time passes.
Razor shoots me that sexy smile of his and drags his teeth against his bottom lip, “C’mon, let me show you the joint.”
He tugs my hand along and we enter the clubhouse through the door in the garage.
The stench of stale beer and cigarettes hits me like a slap in the face.
Glancing around, there isn’t much in here.
It’s really barren, which is surprising.
But, the worst part about it is the puke green walls. Jesus, who thought they were a good idea?
"Mi casa es su casa," Razor says with a grin, gesturing with his hand around the club. "This place might not be much, but it's home."
I think he’s said his home is my home, but I’m not fluent in Spanish, so who the fuck knows.
I smile lightly, still looking around the place.
The architecture here is typical Mexican style, with odd colors. I almost think this used to be a restaurant back in the day with the set up.
There’s a large main area, a stairwell tucked away near the back, and a wall that I think the kitchen is behind.
There are even signs for a bathroom with the little cartoon man and woman.
“Thank you for welcoming me with such open arms,” I comment with a smile, taking all of this in.
Even though I’m excited to be here, anxiety is gnawing at my gut.
With every step we take further into the clubhouse, reality hits me.
I’m really here.
I really came to fucking Mexico.
My phone’s burning a hole in my pocket, and I’ve kept it off since the morning we left.
I left a note on my bed for my father, telling him I was safe and needed to get away for a bit. Naturally, I know he’s probably freaking out back home.
I could turn my phone on right now and call him . . . but I need some time.
This is a new chapter in my life, one I never imagined for myself.
I’ve never done something this insane, but I’m glad I have.
