Page 225 of Bitter’s Sweet

My stomach turns.

Sweet goes rigid against him.

Razor's smile gets ugly. “Coffin was good, but this morning was better.”

“Razor.”

“Whole club standing there while he tells you you're just some woman he fucked.”

Sweet's face loses color.

I would give anything to take those words back.

Anything except the impossible thing.

Time.

“What was it?” Razor asks her. “Not enough?”

“Stop.”

That comes from me.

Sweet doesn't look away from my face.

Razor laughs harder. “That's what he told you, right, Doll? Asked if any of it was real and your biker says not enough.”

“That was a lie.”

The words leave me before I decide to say them.

Sweet's expression barely changes.

Razor whistles. “Now he tells the truth.”

I ignore him. “That was a lie, Sweet.”

Her eyes shine.

Not with forgiveness.

Anger.

Good.

I deserve that better than tears.

“You don't get to decide which version I believe now.”

The sentence lands like a bullet.

I nod once. “No.”

Razor looks between us. “This is getting depressing.”

“Let her go.”

“Why?”