Page 56 of Hell On Heels
“I’ll take care of the abortion,” he repeated.
The look on her face went from hurt to menacing in a split second. The slap across his face pushed him over the edge since his mood had been teetering. Razor’s hand went around her neck. He squeezed ever so gently and walked her backwards until her back was pressed against the wall. That’s when he heard the moan.
Dropping his hand, Razor stepped back. “You are no longer welcome atThe Red Door. Gather your things and leave the property.” By the look on her face, he knew that his point was heard.
Shannon glared at him. Did he think he would just tell her they were finished? Did he think that removing her from the club would change anything?
“You might want to get rid of your girlfriend. Because you’re about to have a family.”
“Shannon, you misunderstand the relationship between us. This has been a contract, and it’s now terminated.”
“I don’t care what you think this was between us. I’m having your child!” she shouted at him.
Keeping his composure, he shrugged. “That’s not my problem. It states in your contract that if you become pregnant, none of the Dom’s are responsible for the child unless a different agreement is achieved. Razor walked to the door and opened it. Ralph will meet you at the changing room and escort you off the property once you’ve gathered your things.”
When she walked into the hall, Shannon turned facing him, pointing a finger. “I’m leaving so you can calm down. But I won’t give you too much time. We have to sit down and discuss the baby.”
Before Razor could respond, she continued. “If you think I’m going away, you’re sadly mistaken. I’ll give you until Friday to tell your girlfriend. Then I’ll tell her all about you, me, and our baby.”
“Shannon, I’m telling you to go home. And if I see you near Lottie or find out you’re calling her, we…you and me…will be having a conversation you won’t like.”
“It’s your choice,” Shannon said, stepping further away from him. “If you don’t tell her…I’ll be forced to.”
Razor glared at Shannon. He didn’t give a shit about what she said. He wouldn’t be forced into anything. He needed to deal with her and fast. “Shannon, I’ll call you tonight and discuss our next step.” He saw her smile like she’d won an award. Little did she know that they would be discussing her seeing Dr. Straton for a pregnancy test.
“I’ll be waiting for your call.” He heard Shannon say as she flounced down the hall.
Shutting the door, Razor was pissed. “Fucking bitch,” he growled, then punched the wall, hitting it so hard he damaged it. That bitch had just tangled him up. How in the hell would he tell Lottie about this? It wasn’t like she didn’t know he’d been having sexual relations with Shannon. Hell, Lottie had requested to watch them play out a scene for her privately. This had to be a sick, twisted game Shannon was playing.
“Merritt, are you okay?”
“Not even a little bit. I need to talk with Dr. Straton before I talk to Shannon tonight. I swear if she’s pregnant by me, I’ll kill that bitch.”
He watched as Jessie picked up the phone and made the call. This was his worst nightmare.
It wasn’t that he’d never thought about having kids. He just always thought it would be after he one day found a woman he loved. Get married, then have a kid or two. This was not his plan.
Chapter Thirty-Three
After Razor had gotten his head wrapped around the news, he once again went to Sherlock asking for his help. Standing in the doorway of the chapter’s hacker, he waited while Sherlock finished what he was doing.
Sherlock turned in his chair, staring at Razor standing in his doorway. “Who am I digging into now, Razor?” he asked frustrated by the amount of NIW (not important work) he was doing for his brothers.
Razor raised an eyebrow. “Don’t catch an attitude, Sherlock.”
“Brother, I have real shit I’m working on. Me digging into the women in your life, does not pay my bills. Ya, feel me.”
“I feel ya. Now, get me everything you can on Shannon Taylor.”
“I’ll let you know when I have something for you,” Sherlock told Razor, then turned back to his bank of computers. “Close the fucking door!” he shouted, seeing his door wide open.
Razor stepped back into the room. “You need to get laid.”
“The way you fuckers are all falling, I don’t need shit,” Sherlock told him. “Now, if you would kindly leave and close my door.”
Shaking his head at the brother, Razor closed the door and walked away.
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