Razor And Bennett Novels & Stories

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."

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.

"If the operation failed, Razor becomes a liability. Someone who knows too much and failed to deliver." "The Architect will want him cleaned up," I said. "Which means we have a window. Small one." Colt looked at me. "If we find Razor before his handler does, we have a source with motive to talk. He is not protecting the Architect anymore. He is running from him." That changed everything. Razor had crossed from asset to liability the moment the breach failed. The Architect's people did not leave liabilities breathing. Razor knew that better than anyone. A man running from the person he betrayed us for was a very different conversation from an interrogation.

“So that’s it? You’re making Angela into your little arrangement? Tell me, Carter… are you trying to make her into your mother? A rich man’s toy?” I froze mid-step. Fists clenched. Slowly, I turned back. Bennett was on the ground, heavy breathing, one hand pressing his ribs. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but that smug grin was still there. “How’s your mother?” he asked, grinning wide. “Sleeping with rich men must be the fast track up, huh? No wonder you made it this far.” That got under my skin. I moved before thinking, grabbing his collar. His head slammed into the iron fence post along the ranch driveway, metal clanging through the silence.

Was she urging Bennett before? At the Yancey's residence, it was dark and cold. Even the furniture seemed dull and dark. Ryan sat on a wooden chair and was listening to someone over the phone. "Sir, Lionel and Pete intend to promote Bennett as their leader. The Cortezes have always kept a clean track record, Henry and Bennett both. It was Bennett who brought down Axe. If he is given more power, we might be his next targets." Ryan closed his eyes. After a while, he said, "Don't let him be promoted no matter what. Henry cannot ascend any higher up the ranks as well."

Scar asked, interest lacing every word. "Yes, he was, and a fine rider at that! When I heard about his death, I had to find you." "Tell me about him?" Smiling, Razor looked at Scar, noticing every feature that was so similar to his father, "I first met Raven at an underground club, he looked totally out of it and you could tell by the look of him that he was a gang-banger," Razor began, "Though, the people he associated himself with were... not good people. They killed the innocent and took pride in doing it. Just by one look, however, I knew your dad was different. Talon had a glint in his eye, one that couldn't be dimmed and that's why I asked him to be a rider. The leader of the gang had

“She’s the one who fought for a proper investigation.” “I did thank her. Multiple times. But you backed her up, gave her the authority to push back against club tradition. That matters.” I nodded. “You’re a good member, Nick. We weren’t going to throw that away without being absolutely sure.” After he left, I updated my files. Razor had recovered fully from the injuries he’d gotten in the final Vulture attack. He was back to running security with his usual efficiency. Ghost’s burn scars from a previous fight had healed as much as they would. He’d never look the same, but he wore the scars with pride now. Battle marks, proof of survival.