Razor: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance(30)

“I think I lived under his roof for long enough that I know that he wouldn’t do something like that.”

Mason set his jaw, stubborn to the bone. “You might be right, but I don’t doubt that he’d love to see me rot in a jail cell.”

Mason drove my Ford up the driveway and rolled to a stop in front of the cabin, shutting the engine off.

I was glad to get out and stretch and go inside. After the harrowing events of the day, I was ready to relax and watch the fruits of our labor unfold.

Mason opened his door, jumped out, and slammed it, walking off to the cabin and leaving me to wonder what the hell he was angry about. Everything didn’t go as planned, but we accomplished what we set out to do.





Chapter 12





Mason




“Why isn’t it on the news yet?” Carly demanded, pacing back in forth in front of me in her small living room. “Shouldn’t it be on by now?”

I hardly heard her, my eyes fixed her body. She was even hotter than normal when she got antsy. When she started pacing, my eyes were glued to her hips, watching her every move.

She moved with a fluid, sensual grace that took my breath away. The bad thing was that I don’t even think she noticed what a turn on her strut was.

“Mason,” Carly hissed, stopping to plant her hands on her hips.

I tore my eyes from her body and guiltily looked away. “What?”

She scowled. “Are you listening to me?”

I brought my gaze on her face, studying her beauty. Her petulant scowl, her sensual, yet pouty lips. She was almost too beautiful for words.

It was hard to imagine that I came so close to losing her today. When I thought about that f*cker’s hands on her body, my blood boiled with rage. He deserved every damn punch I gave him.

When I joined Anonymous, I’d joined it because the principles that they purported to believe in; to expose the rampant and growing corruption in Government and Corporate America. Not everything was on the up-and-up in how they got information, but blackmailing Politicians wasn’t on the list of by-laws.

Lately, they’d become blinded by their power, hacking into government and corporate systems gathering dirt. But instead of exposing it, they’d gotten greedy. I’d ignored it for as long as I could, but now I was caught in the middle.

I’d been thinking about getting out, but I had nowhere and no one to turn to. My old life was a distant memory, and I’d burned bridges disappearing the way that I did. After this whole shit storm was over, I’d have no choice, and I would need something, or someone, to dedicate my life to. And I knew just the girl.

The one I always loved.

The sudden realization unsettled me deeply.

“Helloooo?” Carly demanded, snapping me out of my reverie, waving her hands in front of my eyes. “Earth to Mason?”

I shook my head to clear away my muddled thoughts and emotions and grinned at her, not letting her on to my inner turmoil. I loved it so much when she was irritated. She was at her sexiest then.

“Relax, Carly,” I said, rubbing at my shoulder. It felt sore from where the bastard had gotten in a lucky punch. “Give it some time. I sent it to every major news outlet. They’re probably still gawking at the footage, trying to verify it.”

She glanced over at her laptop. “What if we just log in to make sure —”

“Absolutely not,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s too risky now — just sit tight and be patient.”

Carly bit her lower lip and looked worried. “All right,” she said resignedly. “Fine. I’m just a little anxious.”

You think?

She walked over to the couch and sat down right next to me, crossing her legs. I tried not to, but my eyes drifted down. Her legs looked so smooth, so creamy. I wanted to reach down and touch them, caress them, and run my hands up her skirt . . .

Blood rushed between my legs, and suddenly the room felt stifling hot. I adjusted the collar of my hoodie, feeling like I was going to burn up and sweat began beading at my temples.

Carly seemed to notice my agitation, placing a concerned hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay?” Her soft voice was like honey in my ear.

That did it, even her slightest touch. I jumped up from the couch. “I’ve got to take a shower,” I said hoarsely. I didn’t bother hiding my wood, there was no point. Besides, I wasn’t ashamed. I was proud that I was gifted and wasn’t afraid to flaunt it. Might as well make her feel uneasy right along with me.

“Why now?” she asked, seemingly unaware of the problem she’d just caused. “We’re supposed to be waiting for the news to break the story.”

I stabbed a finger against my hoodie. “I’ve got blood all over me, and it’s probably soaked through to my shirt. I don’t want to sit around with that f*cker’s blood on me or wind up getting something smeared on your furniture.”

Carly waved away my concern. “Please, this shit? I could go get nicer stuff off the side of the road somewhere.” Her eyes drifted down to my blood-splattered sweater and they widened as if noticing the droplets for the first time, down to my crotch and then quickly back up to my face, her cheeks turning a rosy red. “Jesus. I can’t believe we drove all that way and I didn’t even notice your clothes are a mess.” Her words came out really fast, as if she was trying to hide the fact that she’d just looked at my crotch.