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Razor didn’t allow him time to stew about what was coming. He ripped off his gloves and pulled out the supplies he’d need. “Grab a spotlight for me,” he ordered, and like magic, a bright circle illuminated the wound. With fresh gloves on, he sterilized the area again and started suturing. Quickly, he found a couple of bleeders to tie off and then repaired the underlying muscle. As a last step, Razor stripped away the glue Vex had used before closing the gash.
“You done yet?” Vex mumbled as Razor drew a high-powered antibiotic to administer.
“Almost. Let’s get him rolled over so I can give Vex a shot.”
“More? I’m sure I’m fine, Razor,” Vex protested quickly and then groaned as Hellcat moved him. He opened his eyes to glare at his MC brother. “You’re way too helpful.”
“Next time, dodge better. You got blood all over my new jeans,” Hellcat said.
Razor glanced at Hellcat’s torn-up work pants. New? He raised an eyebrow at Hellcat before yanking down Vex’s loosened waistband and administering the potent dose of antibiotic. “You’re headed back to the compound. Who’s off today to take care of him?”
“Scythe’s got the day free,” Street informed him.
“I don’t need a babysitter,” Vex told them.
Razor ignored him. “Great. Street, text him and let him know to check in on Vex every hour. I’ll need him to pick up a prescription as well.”
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.”
