Page 40 of Hell Bent

“Make sure you have your phone ready, Player. Shit’s gonna get fun while the Provo boys are here.”

Oh, they were gonna be more than fun. Now, if he could talk Croon into popping out of a cake, that shit would beepic. Tapping his fingers on the bar top, Player started plotting and planning. He just needed a cake big enough to fit the brother inside.

Things had been quiet the past month. Unusually quiet. Some of the guys said to enjoy it, but Teller knew from experience that when things went quiet, trouble was coming. The thought hadn’t popped into his head when a familiar face entered the bar. The dark-haired beauty who walked in was one they had all met before. Watching as she took a seat, Teller noticed another dark-haired female walk in after her. This one, he had met at the clinic where Razor worked.Lottie.

Everyone at the table settled down as, one by one, they looked in the direction of whatever had caught Teller’s attention. “Isn’t that Sway?” Joker asked as he watched the two females.

“Yeah, that’s her.”

“Do we know who the other woman is?” Joker asked.

Before anyone could comment, Razor scooted his chair back. “She works with me. I’ll find out why they’re down here.” He moved through the small crowd until he got to the bar. “Lottie.”

“Hey. What are you doing here?”

“I was about to ask you the same thing.”

“Oh.” Lottie laughed as she ran a hand down Razor’s tattooed arm. “This is my best friend, Sway.” Lottie glanced at Sway, who knew exactly who Razor was. “Sway, I think you’ve met Razor.”

“We’ve met. How are you, Razor?”

“I’m good, hanging out with some of the brothers.” Not being one to drag shit out, he cut to the chase. “Where’s Vicious, Sway?”

Sway squared her shoulders as she stared at Razor. “Remember, we got into an argument, and he walked out. I haven’t heard from him in a week.”

That explained a lot of shit, Razor thought. “I’m sorry you two are arguing. Can I ask what it was over?”

“If you must know, he thought I was looking into Tesh’s death.”

“Were you?”

“I’ll never stop wanting to know what happened that night, or who had a hand in it.”

“I see. I’m sure he’ll come back around. Sometimes, it takes him a minute to find his way.”

“Well, it’s up to him. You can remind him that he walked out, not me.”

Razor kept his mouth shut about how long it might take for Vicious to say he was sorry. “Why are you two hanging out at Boggs? It’s not normally a place where ladies like you come.”

“We’re living on the edge tonight, Razor.” Lottie smirked. They needed Razor to go away. Dawson was meeting them with a friend, and he didn’t like when Lottie was talking to other men. Tonight was about cheering Sway up since Vicious had left her crying a week ago.

“Listen, Razor, any other time, I’d invite you to have a drink with us, but we’re waiting on my boyfriend. So, couldyou,” she paused as the door opened and Dawson stepped inside, “go away?”

Razor knew the bounds when it came to another brother’s ol’ lady, but Lottie wasn’t one. Leaning in, he reached for her long black hair and tugged her to him, pulling her off her seat slightly. “I’m watching you, little girl.”

Lottie didn’t give an inch, glaring at Razor she smiled. “You don’t know me, asshole, so let go before I fucking make you,” she said through gritted teeth and a hostile smile.

Razor let go and stepped back. He had no idea what had come over him. One thing he knew for a fact was he didn’t like the feeling. Not taking his eyes off Lottie, he spoke to Sway. “Vicious won’t like this shit, Sway.”

“Probably not, but he left me, so what I do is my business.”

Razor walked off, pissed and somewhat turned-on by Lottie’s defiant attitude. No woman had ever dared stand up to him. Either he was slipping, or she was what he’d been looking for in every woman he’d ever come across. Leaving the two women to visit with ‘Lottie’s boyfriend’, Razor went back to his table and sat down. As he did, he locked eyes with the guy, and he didn’t like what he saw.

“What’s going on with those two?” Teller asked, knowing trouble when he saw it. And those two were up to nothing but trouble.

“Trouble, and it’s gonna come back around to us,” Razor mumbled, picking up his beer.

Teller leaned in so he could talk to Razor quietly. “How so?”

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