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The complete lack of emotion on Lucien’s face chilled Razor. This wasn’t good.
“There was an agreement?”
“No. That needs to happen.”
“Or we’ll need to eliminate them?” Razor asked.
“Yes.”
“How am I involved in this conversation?” Razor couldn’t help stressing the word. Lucien had a reason for sharing this information with him.
“You’re the best at reading people,” Lucien answered simply.
“You want me to attend with you?” There was no way to refuse. He owed the Devil Daddies. Yet gorgeous brown eyes flashed into his thoughts.
“If I go, that gives them the message that I see them as equals,” Lucien said.
Razor nodded. Lucien was right. If the MC president didn’t attend in person, he must not have considered the other MC as a threat. “So, I go instead of you. Who else are you sending?”
“Wraith and Fury. Dead Eye will cover you. Pirate too.”
Lucien had put together a good team. No one wanted to mess with Wraith. He was an immense physical menace. Fury had a scar to remind him of the risk the other MC posed. It didn’t matter that The Devil Daddies MC had no definitive proof the Ravagers had targeted him. Everyone knew. Including Fury, who would always remember but put his MC first. Dead Eye would perch in a high location. The sniper was viciously accurate. And finally, Pirate. If the Ravagers carried anything electronic, Pirate had the computer hacking skills to turn the item into a weapon. He would lurk from a distance as well, targeting the group in an entirely different way.
“Have you talked to the others?”
“Everyone but Fury. He’s coming in thirty minutes.”
“I guess we need to get started then. Tell me what you want to get out of this. And what you’re willing to give up,” Razor requested.
“Sit down.”
“First, you’ve found your Little girl,” Lucien stated, as if forging that relationship was an accomplished feat.
“I think so,” Razor hedged, preventing himself from revealing the extent of his feelings toward Honey. Not because he doubted she was his Little girl. He wanted Honey to reach the same conclusion without knowing looks or comments from the MC.
“No, you don’t,” Lucien challenged him.
“You’re right. I’ve found her,” Razor admitted. “It’s going to take her a bit of time.”
“Everything special is worth waiting for. Be careful tonight, Razor.”
Razor nodded. “Definitely.”
“Let’s come up with a plan,” Lucien said. “Here’s what I need to happen.”
Pulling out his phone to make a few notes for himself, Razor leaned back against the seat and listened as Lucien shared his strategy. It was brilliant. Razor had interacted with a lot of smart individuals in higher education. Lucien’s shrewd mind put them all to shame. The MC president and Inferno owner could have chosen several career paths. Razor hoped someday he’d find out how Lucien had become who he was today.
Razor rubbed his hand over his face as he descended the stairs from Lucien’s office with Wraith, Fury, Dead Eye, and Pirate. The others had joined the meeting an hour after Lucien had explained his plan. It could work. Or it could totally go to shit. No one knew when dealing with the Ravagers.
Between patching up Vex and plotting the response to the Ravagers, Razor had lost the whole morning. As soon as he hit the bar area, Razor found a seat and composed a message to Honey. Would she think he was making excuses or understand he would much rather be with her?
* * *
Honey,
I had something urgent crop up. I hope you’ll forgive me for missing the movie tonight. What’s your schedule like tomorrow? Can I convince you to see me then?
Razor
