“You don’t have to do that.”
“Like hell I don’t,” he countered. “Charge me.”
I sighed, standing again. “Fine.”
“And you use that phone if you need me. Anytime.”
I nodded, pulling open the door. Connor stepped inside, looking like he might murder Gio, before wheeling him out of the building.
Razor
“IF YOUR LEG wasn’t already broken, I’d break it,” Hatch growled as he helped me into Maisie’s Mercedes. “What the hell were you thinkin’?”
“I was thinkin’ I needed to find out what freaked my woman.”
“Hold that thought,” he said, and closed me in before returning the wheelchair, then climbing into the driver’s seat. “She’s your woman now?”
“Yeah.”
“Is she aware of this new development?”
“I’ve made my intentions clear,” I said.
“She doesn’t even fuckin’ know you!”
“She’s gonnagetto know me.”
“Is she aware that she’s gonna get to know you or is this all in your head?” Hatch demanded.
“Have you ever known me to take no for an answer?”
“Have I ever known you to be a stubborn, pig-headed mule’s ass, then, yeah.”
“Which is it, Hatch?” I cocked my head. “Am I part mule or part pig? Am I like one of those mythical Greek creatures?”
“You’re gonna be an extinct creature if you don’t pull whatever animal’s head you have out of whatever animal’s ass you have,” he snapped. “You have way more important things to focus on right now than your dick. Which is about the only thing on your body that wasn’t broken.”
“You been takin’ glances while helping me shower, brother?”
“If I was lookin’, it was only to figure out what that tiny growth between your legs was. I’d recommend you get a doctor to do some research on the micro peen, but I’m afraid you’d just fall in love with that medical professional as well.”
I gave him a demented laugh as we headed toward his home.
“You cannot leave the fuckin’ house, Razor. Don’t make me put a recruit on you. Jesus, it’s bad enough I have to be in this tiny, fuckin’ car, and then dressed like a suburban dad... fuck!”
“Youarea suburban dad,” I pointed out.
He reached over and flicked my ear.
“Ow!”
“Serves you right, dickhead.”
“I had to make sure she was okay,” I grumbled.
“Is she?”
“At the risk of sharin’ her story out of school, that animal did somethin’ to her, and I want him dealt with.”
