“This is Razor,” she said. “He’s going to be driving you.”
“Oh. I thought I was driving.”
“Hatch felt better if you had a recruit drive you where you need to go,” Maisie explained.
“He and my dad talked, apparently,” I grumbled.
Maisie gave me a sympathetic smile. “Not just your dad, love.”
I shook the recruit’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
He gave me a chin lift. “You too.”
Maisie handed me a key. “This is for the front door. Just in case you come in late.”
“I’m not sure I’ll be that lucky.”
She chuckled. “I’ll cross my fingers for you.”
“Thanks.”
“You ready?” Razor asked, sliding off the bar stool.
“Yep,” I said, hugging Maisie, then following Razor out to a beat-up truck in the driveway.
He held the door for me, which was a bit of a shock, but I rolled with it. Not all bikers were Neanderthals and I liked gallantry, especially when it was unexpected. Razor wasn’t the most talkative guy, so our short ride to the hospital was quiet. Pulling into the parking lot, I shifted to face him.
“You can just drop me off,” I said.
“Nope,” he replied. “Deliverin’ you to your man.”
I sighed. “Of course you are.”
I saw his mouth twitch in an almost smile, and waited for him to park before unbuckling my belt and opening the door. He made his way to my side of the truck and made sure I didn’t fall as I slid out, then we headed inside.
Arriving to chaos.
Harmon was on the ground, Aero above him, his fist slamming into his face over and over again. With all the commotion, they were bound to draw the attention of security.
“Aero!” I squeaked, just as Razor made a run for my man, dragging him off Harmon.
I went to Harmon and helped him up, grabbing tissues from my purse and handing them to him.
“Thanks,” he said, through his bloody mush mouth.
“Don’t fuckin’ talk to her,” Aero growled, trying to pull away from Razor, but the man seemed to have a good hold on him.
I closed the distance between us and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Look at me.”
It took a few seconds before Aero relaxed enough for Razor to release him, then he finally met my eyes.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Hatch told you not to come,” Razor admonished Harmon.
“Didn’t think he’d still be here,” Harmon grumbled.
“Jesus, you’re a fuckin’ asshole,” Razor hissed. “Hatch said not to come, period. That’s not gonna go over well with the prez.”
