Razor And Bennett Novels & Stories

Carter sends it long. Bennett takes possession like the puck belongs to him like it was handed down, inherited, untouchable. Like no one else has the right to breathe near it. I sprint to keep pace, but at the speed he’s moving, I’m not sure he even knows I exist. His focus is singular. Predatory. The net. The defense smells blood. Eyes flare wide, then sharpen. The first man lunges. Bennett slips past him. The arena falls into a stunned silence.

“Blaze genuinely did want guns and his club did manage to lose an entire shipment of cocaine, and he is enough of an idiot to think he could double cross the Valkyrie… Razor’s plan really relied on Blaze being in the right place at the right time. When you locked him up, rightly so, by the way, he took that as the opportunity he was looking for.” Tank looked nervous. Tank was massive, but he was looking at the Duchess like she was the most dangerous person in the world. I mean, she was definitely the most dangerous person in the room, by a long shot. “So where does Razor come into this?” “He… he had people watching you. Zodiac and Bull. They updated Razor… and he sent Pyro straight out when

The Clan of the First had been forgotten. “Luck?” Razor turned back slightly with a proud smile on his face. He didn’t resemble his bright self at all. With a loud guffaw he closed the door while stating, “I don’t need luck. This would be our second victory.”

Because of course, fate had a sick sense of humor. Halfway through the game, I caught movement at the edge of the field. Bennett and Ryder. The air seemed to shift. Bennett had his hands stuffed in his hoodie pocket, his blond hair falling into his eyes as he watched us. Ryder stood next to him like a storm cloud, his arms crossed and his glare fixed right on me. “Great,” I muttered under my breath. Trevor followed my gaze and whistled low. “Uh-oh. Drama alert.”

Bennet says as he walks in and plops down into the chair across from me. “Hey, thanks for coming. I..uh…wanted to talk to you about…” I stammer, trying to think of something. I stab my hand through my still-damp hair. “...Talk about the rogue.” Bennet’s forehead wrinkles as he eyes me curiously. “The rogue? What about him? I thought the guards were going to let him go when his hands healed up… which, by the way, man, that was beautifully evil. I haven’t seen it first hand, but the guards said his hands are permanently fucked.”

I could understand his reasoning, and it helped that he didn't do it for Elliot or the pack, but for the now deceased Luna. Bennett seemed weary of the idea, but after he was certain he was not Draven he came around. The face he made when I told him who Raya really was made me laugh. He definitely wasn't expecting that, none of us were. What surprised me most was what he said over it. "That means my boy is strong as hell if he's in charge of protecting Selene's child."

The contrast in their stature was quite glaring as Razor almost towered him in height. “Look.” Razor said, swatting Chris’ hand away from his chest. “I am not here to impress anyone. My goal is to do my best and become stronger. If your father likes it, that’s good. If he doesn’t, then I’ll work on my area of weakness. As for you, you better watch your mouth. Not everyone is as they seem and there is more to some people than their looks alone. If you think I have it in mind to impress you, then you must be delusional. If you don’t like me or you are not impressed, guess what? I don’t give a fuck."

Bennett jumps up in a frightening burst, and his gaze, once cloudy, turns into a cold irritation. “Don’t touch me!” Bennett roars. However, he doesn’t look anything like the uncompromising and arrogant CEO I know. David Bennett resembles a wounded beast, ready for its defensive attack. So, I withdraw my hand and don’t know how to act or how to get him out of there. The horrid cold along with the icy raindrops sends a strong shiver through me, and in a useless attempt to warm myself, I hug my own body. At that moment, I notice his irritated eyes become worried.

Razor was a ferocious beast unlike any the wolves had ever seen, surely they knew they were coming to their deaths when they came here. Her link opened up & it was so weak I barely heard her. She said what I already knew, that they had wolfsbaned her. She said they were taking her to Clay, before I felt the connection to her disappear. It just evaporated, leaving a void in my mind & heart. Ofcourse this was the Donahue boy's doing. He staged this attack just so he could take her back, but I wouldn't allow that. The rogues kept coming at me, even more than before, & Razor kept killing them & pressing forward. He wouldn't let them take our mate, not after we had waited so long for her. We got

The disruptors barge into the room and I'm saved answering any questions about Bennett or Ridge because, like two overbearing grizzly bears, they waltz in looking as if they belong. Bennett, with Ridge right behind him, continues toward our group. Bennett's eyes never leave mine, and the stern look on his face doesn't dissipate even as I toss him my best smile.