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I still don’t even know how the hell I ended up wanting to paint, but it suits me.
Artistic expression is funny, and has been an awesome way to calm me down.
I don’t know why I never tried it before.
It would have saved me a lot of issues in the past I think if I started it up sooner.
Razor’s gravelly voice comes out of nowhere, sending a shiver down my spine. “Need a hand?”
I turn around slowly, soaking in the sight of his tall, muscular frame in the doorway.
His daring dark eyes meet mine, a smirk curling his lips.
I shrug, “No, I don’t think you can help me with this.”
He saunters over toward me, wrapping an arm around my waist, and pulls me close.
I wind my arms around his neck, breathing in his manly musk. “Well, if you want some help I can sure as hell try.”
Pulling back, I glance up at him to see the sweetest smile. It’s filled with all of the adoration and love he has for me.
His lips crash onto mine in a kiss that leaves me breathless and begging for more.
I give into him, the tension leaving my body as his hands roam over my hips.
He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down my jaw, and then down to my collarbone. “I’ve been thinkin’ about you all day, Cola.”
I laugh, tilting my head to show him my amused smile. “What’s new? I’m constantly plaguing your mind.”
He chuckles lightly, “Yeah, you are. It’s nice to be thinkin’ about you and not all this other shit.”
I can’t imagine what everyone is going through right now, especially Amara and Razor.
The club is newer and that means they have to prove themselves to other gangs, smaller cartels, or anyone who wants to create a problem for them.
A couple weeks back they spotted more runners on the road, trying to sell drugs in our territory.
Not going to lie, the fact the club is getting involved with that sort of thing makes me anxious.
I worry about it being so readily available to me, wondering if I’ll fall back into old habits.
Razor places his palm against my cheek, guiding me to look at him. “Hey, where’d you go?”
Immediately shaking my head, I reassure him. “I’m here, just thinking about how I’m going to finish this.”
Razor darts his eyes to the wall.
It’s the largest one in the main area of the club, and all the way down on the end is the makeshift bar they built for us.
On the opposite side is where the door to the garage is, and in the middle, I have the start of the club emblem.
He releases me, takes a step back, and looks over it all. “I can see the outlines you have for some of the other shit. You’re really goin’ with a hell sorta vibe, huh?”
Shrugging my shoulders, I really don’t know what I’m doing. “I keep changing my mind, but that’s the one I keep settling on. Reapers and hellhounds colliding, until they run into the emblem in the middle, unifying them.”
Razor raises his brows and chuckles, “Well, that’s deeper than I thought it would be.”
I take a step closer, cock my head to the side, and can’t shake the feeling something is missing. “Yeah, I know. It doesn’t have to be so complex, but Amara asked me to do this and I want to make sure it’s really good.”
