Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Razor stopped to assess his patient. His color had improved already. A fraction of the tension in Razor’s shoulders eased. That was a good sign. “You’re off work for two weeks to heal, Vex. Maybe more if that doesn’t knit together quickly.”
“No way. I’ll be better by Wednesday,” Vex argued.
“Text Scythe to break into his house and steal his glue,” Razor said, ignoring Vex’s ridiculous statement.
“You’ll be out for at least fourteen days, Vex.” Lucien’s deep voice held steely determination. “I’ll come see you for a report later this afternoon.”
“Gotcha,” Vex said, relenting.
Hellcat and Fury each took a side and lifted Vex to his feet. Vex, of course, had some choice words about their care. Hellcat volunteered to take him home so he could change pants, and the pair headed for one of the vans. Razor made a mental note to hide the injured man’s bike in someone else’s garage.
Lucien turned his attention to Razor. “You about ready to talk?”
“Sure. Give me five minutes to gather my things and wash my hands.”
“I’ll meet you in my office. You know, if our enemies wanted to whittle down our numbers, all they’d need to do is convince you to switch sides.”
“That’s never going to happen.”
Lucien raised his chin, acknowledging the promise before turning. Razor wondered what was going on as Lucien walked away.
“What does he want to discuss with you?” Street asked.
“I don’t have a clue.”
Chapter 4
Razor didn’t like the expression on Lucien’s face when he walked into the vast office on the second floor of Inferno. A glance past the MC’s president standing in front of a bank of windows revealed the usual bustle to ready the place to open for lunch. The regular staff mingled with some MC members seamlessly. Lucien had created an interesting mix of those loyal to him and a workforce who appreciated the bikers that efficiently dealt with any conflicts.
“You look concerned, Lucien. What’s up?” Razor didn’t waste any time.
“There’s a growing problem with the Ravagers MC.”
Razor rubbed his fingers across his thumb, almost feeling his MC brother’s blood that had coated his hands. “That’s who stabbed Vex?”
“Yes. A group of Ravagers turned up as Vex and the others collected the shipment. This isn’t the first time, of course.”
“You’re plotting a response to the stabbing,” Razor guessed. He strove not to reveal his inner turmoil and to remain calm. He’d already patched up one man this morning. Other injuries would be inevitable.
“Less revenge and more protecting our territory. I didn’t mind the group as long as they stayed in their area and didn’t interfere with business. Confiscating that plane’s supplies should have signaled to them that the Devil Daddies MC is in charge.”
The complete lack of emotion on Lucien’s face chilled Razor. This wasn’t good.
“There was an agreement?”
“No. That needs to happen.”
“Or we’ll need to eliminate them?” Razor asked.
“Yes.”
“How am I involved in this conversation?” Razor couldn’t help stressing the word. Lucien had a reason for sharing this information with him.
“You’re the best at reading people,” Lucien answered simply.
“You want me to attend with you?” There was no way to refuse. He owed the Devil Daddies. Yet gorgeous brown eyes flashed into his thoughts.
“If I go, that gives them the message that I see them as equals,” Lucien said.
Razor nodded. Lucien was right. If the MC president didn’t attend in person, he must not have considered the other MC as a threat. “So, I go instead of you. Who else are you sending?”
“Wraith and Fury. Dead Eye will cover you. Pirate too.”
Lucien had put together a good team. No one wanted to mess with Wraith. He was an immense physical menace. Fury had a scar to remind him of the risk the other MC posed. It didn’t matter that The Devil Daddies MC had no definitive proof the Ravagers had targeted him. Everyone knew. Including Fury, who would always remember but put his MC first. Dead Eye would perch in a high location. The sniper was viciously accurate. And finally, Pirate. If the Ravagers carried anything electronic, Pirate had the computer hacking skills to turn the item into a weapon. He would lurk from a distance as well, targeting the group in an entirely different way.
“Have you talked to the others?”
“Everyone but Fury. He’s coming in thirty minutes.”
“I guess we need to get started then. Tell me what you want to get out of this. And what you’re willing to give up,” Razor requested.
“Sit down.”
“First, you’ve found your Little girl,” Lucien stated, as if forging that relationship was an accomplished feat.
“I think so,” Razor hedged, preventing himself from revealing the extent of his feelings toward Honey. Not because he doubted she was his Little girl. He wanted Honey to reach the same conclusion without knowing looks or comments from the MC.
“No, you don’t,” Lucien challenged him.
“You’re right. I’ve found her,” Razor admitted. “It’s going to take her a bit of time.”