“It’s true.” He bobbed his head. “I won’t.”
“I’m going to make you hurt.”
“If it’s you doin’ it, I’m good.”
“Yeah, I’m not sure you’re going to feel that way come Friday.”
He laughed and I just raised an eyebrow.
Because, seriously. He didn’t know the world of hurt I was about to unleash.
* * *
Razor
By the third week of Waverly’s amped up physical therapy regime, I realized she’d gone easy on me during week one and week two. We’d been working out at either her clinic or Hatch’s, and today she was pushing me to the limit at Hatch’s in-home gym and I felt like I was dying.
“Goddammit!” I bellowed as I felt like my shoulder was going to give out on me.
“Calm down, big man. You’ll give yourself a man-urism.”
Hatch stalked into the room, a frown on his face, and asked, “Everything okay in here?”
“Yes.” Waverly grinned. “He’s just having a little tantrum.”
“I’m good,” I said from my place, on my back, on the weight bench. “And I’m being nice, I fucking swear.”
“Thank you for checking.” She waved at Hatch. “He’s fine. I’m pushing him harder today and he’s feeling it.”
“If you needmeto motivate him, I’ll be back in a couple hours,” he said.
“You off to your meeting with Warlock?” I asked.
Hatch nodded.
“Watch your six, Prez.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got someone watching it for me,” he said, before turning on his heels and exiting.
I sat up and Waverly straddled the bench facing me. “Why are you called Razor?”
I smirked. “Because I was always on the razor’s edge of pissing Hatch off.”
She gasped. “That can’t really be true.”
“Oh, but it is. I tend to push limits.”
“Which limits?”
I grinned, sliding my hands to her ass. “Whatta ya got? I test the limits of every bike I get on. I test the patience of the people who love me the most. I push the boundaries of humor in every social situation I’m in, for nothing more than my own amusement. I would be pushing the limits of how many times a day we could have sex, but that will have to wait until later. And yes, I push the limits of Hatch’s sanity as often as possible.”
“He’s your president.” She narrowed her eyes. “Is that smart?”
I smiled. “He loves it.”
“Oh, really? He loves that you’re a pain in his ass?”
“You’d better believe it,” I replied. “Hatch may growl a lot, but if you haven’t yet noticed he’s kind of our papa bear. He does everything he can to make sure the people he cares about are safe. He puts his family and his club before himself in every single thing he does, no matter what it costs him personally. He lives with the weight of a tremendous amount of responsibility on his shoulders, and he handles it likeno one I’ve ever known. He’s the king and sometimes the king needs his fool. Not a clown to entertain him, but as an agent of chaos.”
