Page 32 of Razor
“I’m in the parking lot at Inferno. Are you here?”
Razor ran for the door.
“Hey!” an injured MC member in the waiting room called as Razor flew past him and the other three men sitting in the waiting room. They’d been hurt too, in the same accident as Wraith. Razor had addressed the bleeding wound first. They could wait.
“Emergency!” Razor didn’t stop. He pushed the door open and ran across the empty space toward the gate separating the warehouse area from Inferno. Ignoring the greetings from his MC brothers as he dashed by, Razor focused only on getting to his Little girl.
The bustle of Inferno delayed him as Razor dodged customers and the servers. Finally, he made it back into the sunshine and down the stairs to the parking lot. Scanning the vehicles, he spotted Honey’s car and raced for it. The vehicle sat in the middle of four parking spaces, and his heart rate ramped up.
When he yanked on her door, it resisted him. Honey looked up. Her eyes changed from steely determination to desperation. He needed to get to her.
“Honey. Push the unlock button, Little girl.”
She fumbled on the controls. Finally, he heard the click of the lock releasing. He threw the door open and dropped to a knee to wrap his arms around her. “I’m here, Honey. Are you okay?”
“I got fired. And… and I hurt my ankle on the way out,” she told him in a tragic tone as if those two items repeated in a loop in her mind. Honey stopped to scrub the tears from her eyes and smeared her makeup.
“I would have stopped at urgent care, but I guess I don’t have insurance anymore,” she said, sobbing. “I… I couldn’t figure out what to do, so I came here.”
“Thank you, Little girl. You’re at the right place. Let’s get you out of this seat so I can help you.”
“I… I broke my coffee cup,” she said sadly.
“You fell?”
“I got my stupid feet… tangled in a chair… and hit the ground,” she shared with him between sobs.
His heart broke for her. She was so upset. He needed to get her to stop crying. Razor pulled out a bandana from his pocket and wiped the tears from her face. He held it to her nose and told her to blow. When she followed his directions without protesting she could do it, his concern multiplied. She was definitely not herself.
“What a crappy day, Little girl. These tears are going to make your head hurt, and we don’t want that to happen. Let’s take a few deep breaths together.” When her first inhales were shallow and shattered by sobs, he placed a hand on her upper abdomen. “Inhale from here, Honey.”
She nodded. He watched her face still as she concentrated on his suggestions. Slowly, she calmed down.
“Good girl. You’re doing so well. Am I going to hurt you if I lift you out of the car?”
“No. What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to carry you to my office and patch you up.”
“I don’t have any insurance,” she whispered.
“I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about money. All I care about is making sure you’re okay.”
Her mouth quirked with laughter. “A rat’s ass?”
“Or any other part of the rodent.”
“I can walk,” she suggested.
“Not until I check out that ankle. Which side hurts?” Razor asked.
“My right one.”
“You injured your right ankle, and you drove here?” Razor double-checked. She needed her bottom spanked. He stood to slide his arms around her waist and under her legs. Carefully, he maneuvered her out of the driver’s seat.
“I need my purse,” she said, reaching behind to grab it.
“Anything else?”
