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Relief poured over him as a familiar voice called his name again, Razor jumped to his feet. Running to the barrier, Razor pounded on it, yelling, “Wraith! I’m here!” Immediately, a heavy hand thumped the door in response. “Shut up in there, or I’ll shoot through the wood.” They’d left a guard outside.
Razor stepped to the side to shield his torso and continued to kick the door, making noise for his MC to locate him. “Wraith, be careful. There’s a guard.”
A few seconds later, two gunshots rang out, followed by a deep groan and the sound of something massive striking the door. The impact reverberated through the barrier.
“Stand back, Razor. I’m kicking in the door.”
Quickly, Razor stepped farther to the side. Several heavy blows later, the wood around the lock shattered, and the bulk of his MC brother filled the doorway. He’d never been so glad to see anyone in his life. The Devil Daddies had come for him. Shaking his head in disbelief as he stumbled toward Wraith, Razor celebrated the bonds he’d forged with his MC. They hadn’t stopped searching for him.
“You ready to get out of here?” Wraith asked, keeping his eye on someone nearby.
“Past ready. Let’s go.” Razor limped through the opening and paused at the sight of Cyclone holding his chest. Blood welled through the man’s fingers at an alarming rate. Razor quickly assessed the situation. Cyclone was already gone. He just didn’t know it yet.
Razor hesitated. This Ravager hadn’t shown the cruelty and lack of humanity he’d observed in the others. He didn’t deserve to die alone. If only Cyclone had found the Devil Daddies first.
“Razor! You’ve got to help me.” Cyclone’s voice sounded weak and shaky. He sighed out a deep breath and closed his eyes.
“Come on, Razor. You can’t do anything for him now. I returned fire to hit him dead center,” Wraith told him.
Razor glanced back at Cyclone. His chest didn’t move anymore. Additional gunshots sounded inside the building. They had to leave before anyone else got injured.
“Wraith! They have another hostage,” Razor told Wraith.
“We need to get you out of here,” Wraith said.
The big biker’s gaze ran over Razor. Wraith wrapped his left arm around Razor’s waist, supporting him. “You’re not moving well. Lean on me.”
“It’s a woman. We have to find her,” Razor said.
“I’ll go.”
Wraith whirled quickly, lifting his gun once again. Shock jolted through the big man’s frame as he stopped himself from shooting. “What are you doing here, Vex?”
“I promised Honey I would come to make sure Razor was safe,” Vex said, holding up his hands.
“And almost got yourself killed for your good deed,” Wraith growled.
“Ah, you wouldn’t shoot me, Wraith.” Vex grinned.
“Vex. There’s a woman here, somewhere in a locked room. She’s being held against her will too. Go find her,” Razor ordered.
“I can count on you to get him out?” Vex asked Wraith.
“I’ve got this,” Wraith shouted at him. “It’s about to become even crazier here. We need to move.”
Vex nodded and ran in the opposite direction down the hallway.
“Let’s go,” Wraith said and hurried Razor toward the entrance.
Razor expected danger around every corner. Shots sounded all around them. He gripped his scissors, ready to take someone out if they blocked the path. By the time they reached the exit, Razor’s leg was on fire. They stopped at Wraith’s bike. The ride leader sent an alert to everyone’s phones to withdraw.
“You’re going to have to ride, Razor. Can you do it?” Wraith asked, helping him onto the back of the motorcycle.
“I’ll be fine,” Razor answered, wishing he felt as confident as he sounded. He wrapped his arms around Wraith’s waist as the other Devil Daddies emerged from the building. Fury, Menace, and Scythe ran out, trailed by Street and Hellcat together. Smoke billowed out of the building behind them
“We need to go,” Fury yelled. “Reinforcements just arrived.”
“Vex came after us,” Wraith shouted, starting his bike. “Now, Vex.”
