Razor's Edge: A Bad Boy Romance (Bad Boys of Football Book 2) by Clementine Roux, Penelope Silva
Authors: Clementine Roux, Penelope Silva
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time, I would have laughed at her remark, but right now, all I wanted to do was go home and start the day over again. As I got closer to the office, I could hear Principal Cantor’s voice. Surprisingly, he didn’t sound angry. Maybe I wasn’t in trouble after all. Then, I heard the other voice.
The officers turned to face me as I entered the office.
“Mrs. Jackson?” One of them asked me.
Like the coward he was, Principal Cantor gave me up. “Yes, that’s her. She’s the one I told you about.”
“The one what? What are you talking about? Am I in some kind of trouble?” I asked, my heart racing out of my chest.
One of the officers smiled at me. “No, you’re not in trouble. We need to talk to you. Do you have a minute?” he asked like he hadn’t interrupted me in the middle of the school day.
“Not really, but what is this about?” I asked. Something about having police speaking to me, made me weak, and not in a good way. I’d never been in trouble with the law and wasn’t trying to get into any trouble with them now.
The officers introduced themselves, assuring me everything was fine, but it didn’t matter what they said, things were clearly not okay, if they made a trip to the school to see me. They were here for a reason. I hoped the reason wouldn’t land me in a jail cell. I wouldn’t do well in prison. As Felicia would say, I was too cute for jail. I mean, not to toot my own horn, but in some circles I was a looker. At least, that’s what my husband always told me. He always made a big deal about me being anywhere near other men. He was a worrier. I’m sure, if he could see me now, he’d be beside himself about what was going on in my life.
I took a seat in Principal Cantor’s office and waited for them to give me the devastating news. The last time I was approached by police officers was when Sam was found. It was a nightmare. This wasn’t helping me. This brought it all back to me.
“There’s been a complaint made against someone you know,” the officer said.
I focused on his name tag as he continued.
“What is your relationship with Edgecott Razor?” Officer Taylor asked.
That was easy to answer. “We’re not in a relationship. His son is in my class.”
Officer Taylor shifted in his seat, moving his chair closer to me. “Okay, then, tell me about your friend.”
I shrugged, still not understanding what he wanted me to say. “He’s a football player. He plays for--” I started.
“We know who he plays for. Everyone knows that. He’s The Arm. He’s famous,” Officer Taylor said as his partner, Officer Green nodded in agreement. “What I’m asking you is for you to tell us about the night you went out with Mr. Razor.” He sneered.
I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat. How did they know we’d had dinner together? That dinner happened weeks ago.
“I don’t understand. Has something happened to him? Is E.J. in trouble?” I asked.
He looked at me like I was dense. “I thought I mentioned this already, but I’ll say it again; there’s been a complaint made against your… ahem… friend.”
Friend? Is that what E.J. was to me? I didn’t know what to call him other than the man I was currently avoiding.
“What sort of complaint? Do you mean charges? Someone filed charges against him? Was it the reporter?” I probably shouldn’t have been asking so many questions. They were here to interview me. I guess my nerves were getting the best of me because I sounded like I was in a panic. I was, but I didn’t want them to know that.
“Mrs. Jackson, why don’t you tell us what happened after Mr. Razor picked you up?” Officer Taylor asked.
I thought back to that night. “Nothing really until we got to the restaurant. Reporters were everywhere,” I said, thinking back.
“Before you got to the restaurant, Mrs. Jackson?” the other officer
The officers turned to face me as I entered the office.
“Mrs. Jackson?” One of them asked me.
Like the coward he was, Principal Cantor gave me up. “Yes, that’s her. She’s the one I told you about.”
“The one what? What are you talking about? Am I in some kind of trouble?” I asked, my heart racing out of my chest.
One of the officers smiled at me. “No, you’re not in trouble. We need to talk to you. Do you have a minute?” he asked like he hadn’t interrupted me in the middle of the school day.
“Not really, but what is this about?” I asked. Something about having police speaking to me, made me weak, and not in a good way. I’d never been in trouble with the law and wasn’t trying to get into any trouble with them now.
The officers introduced themselves, assuring me everything was fine, but it didn’t matter what they said, things were clearly not okay, if they made a trip to the school to see me. They were here for a reason. I hoped the reason wouldn’t land me in a jail cell. I wouldn’t do well in prison. As Felicia would say, I was too cute for jail. I mean, not to toot my own horn, but in some circles I was a looker. At least, that’s what my husband always told me. He always made a big deal about me being anywhere near other men. He was a worrier. I’m sure, if he could see me now, he’d be beside himself about what was going on in my life.
I took a seat in Principal Cantor’s office and waited for them to give me the devastating news. The last time I was approached by police officers was when Sam was found. It was a nightmare. This wasn’t helping me. This brought it all back to me.
“There’s been a complaint made against someone you know,” the officer said.
I focused on his name tag as he continued.
“What is your relationship with Edgecott Razor?” Officer Taylor asked.
That was easy to answer. “We’re not in a relationship. His son is in my class.”
Officer Taylor shifted in his seat, moving his chair closer to me. “Okay, then, tell me about your friend.”
I shrugged, still not understanding what he wanted me to say. “He’s a football player. He plays for--” I started.
“We know who he plays for. Everyone knows that. He’s The Arm. He’s famous,” Officer Taylor said as his partner, Officer Green nodded in agreement. “What I’m asking you is for you to tell us about the night you went out with Mr. Razor.” He sneered.
I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat. How did they know we’d had dinner together? That dinner happened weeks ago.
“I don’t understand. Has something happened to him? Is E.J. in trouble?” I asked.
He looked at me like I was dense. “I thought I mentioned this already, but I’ll say it again; there’s been a complaint made against your… ahem… friend.”
Friend? Is that what E.J. was to me? I didn’t know what to call him other than the man I was currently avoiding.
“What sort of complaint? Do you mean charges? Someone filed charges against him? Was it the reporter?” I probably shouldn’t have been asking so many questions. They were here to interview me. I guess my nerves were getting the best of me because I sounded like I was in a panic. I was, but I didn’t want them to know that.
“Mrs. Jackson, why don’t you tell us what happened after Mr. Razor picked you up?” Officer Taylor asked.
I thought back to that night. “Nothing really until we got to the restaurant. Reporters were everywhere,” I said, thinking back.
“Before you got to the restaurant, Mrs. Jackson?” the other officer
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