Free Razor's Mark: (Marked Book 1) by Gracie Meadows

clothes and figure out what to do next. Once in his bedroom, he didn’t want to put her on the bed and get that wet, so he put her on the floor and started removing her shirt and pants. She didn’t have anything underneath them. Sadly, this wasn’t the time to look at her as he too was dripping wet.
    Leaving her on the ground, he stripped and dressed quickly before finding another shirt for her. Lifting her into his arm, he put Faith onto the bed, pulling the shirt over her naked form. He quickly covered her body before he left to grab his phone. He didn’t know if he should call for an ambulance, so instead he called Mary Jane. “Hey, stud,” she said after the second ring.
    “I need help; something’s wrong with Faith.”
    “The chick you’re babysitting?”
    “Yeah her, can you come over?”
    “Sure, be there in ten.” With a click, he hung up.
    Mary Jane used to run part-time as an emergency medical technician at a volunteer fire department. She didn’t anymore, as she complained the drive killed her, but maybe she would be able to help some.
    He paced back and forth waiting for her to show. He shouldn’t care about Faith. Hell, the woman did this to herself, and she had told him this wasn’t something new for her. But a part of him knew that Johnny would be pissed at how callous he was being about it all, which was the reason he’d called Mary Jane. At least that was what he was telling himself. Bending, he ran his hand across her cheek, hoping for something from her.
    “Come on, kitten, wake up.” A knock stole the moment, and he opened the door to see Mary Jane standing there with a small bag.
    “Where is she?” She was all business right now, which is what he needed.
    Pointing to the room, he watched as Mary Jane went to his room.
    “Shit, what happened? Why is she all wet?”
    “She started to slip, I threw her in the shower to wake her up, and then when she realized she wasn’t asleep; she blacked out.”
    “When was the last time she ate or drank anything?”
    “I don’t know. Did she eat with you yesterday?”
    “No, so there’s my answer. She’s probably dehydrated, but with her being out like this, she must be exhausted. I take it she didn’t sleep either?” He shook his head, and she pursed her lips together in disappointment.
    “I’m supposed to keep her safe; there wasn’t anything about babying her. Damn it; it ’s not my fault. Will she be okay?” it wasn’t his fault, but it was. Damn for once Razor was on the fence about what he should have done.
    “She’ll be fine. Let her sleep for a few hours, then when she wakes up feed her. If she doesn’t wake, in say three hours, then take her to the ER. Got it?”
    “Can’t you stay with her? I have to work.”
    “Me too. Look, Razor, I love you like a brother, but she is your responsibility. I can get Tex or Casper to cover the smaller appointments. You don’t have anything scheduled today. I would ask Guy, but he told Sparkle he’s leaving in two weeks to go back to Hawaii, so we don’t expect much from him. But seriously, dude, get your shit together, or I will kick your ass, and you know I can. Just because I’m a pretty face doesn’t mean I don’t know how to rearrange yours.” She smiled sweetly before she patted him on the back and left his apartment.
    “Damn it, not again,” growling to himself; he sat down on the bed next to Faith. He wanted to be pissed at this woman; the woman who was constantly screwing with his life and work. Granted, it wasn’t her fault as much as he wished it was. She was playing havoc on his normal life, and it wasn’t something he wasn’t sure he wanted to happen.
    Whatever the hell was going on had gotten his brother killed. A small lump formed in his throat just thinking about what Johnny went through to keep the information safe and how he still protected Faith, even through death. Not wanting to wake her up, Razor laid down on the bed next to her. When she woke, he would