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“Okay. What do you need? Grab your stuffie and that bag?” Scythe suggested, pointing at the still stuffed pillowcase sitting on the couch next to the bee.
Knowing she’d slow him down, Honey rushed to tell him, “I can’t ride on your motorcycle, Scythe. I’ll be fine. I’ll lock the door when you leave.”
“Not happening, Little girl. Can you drive, and I’ll follow you?”
One look at the biker’s expression, Honey knew she was wasting time. Scythe needed to take her to the compound so he could return to the search. Turning toward her stuffie on the couch, Honey stepped forward to pick up Beatrice, and a hiss of pain gushed from her mouth. She’d reinjured her ankle. She shook her head, cursing herself. “I don’t think I can press the gas pedal or the brake.”
Scythe walked forward for her and gently picked up the precious plushie. “Cute. With a name like Honey, you had to have a bee.”
“I did.” Honey swallowed hard and added, “Thank you for not making fun of me for having a stuffie.”
“That’s never going to happen from anyone in the Devil Daddies. If it does, tell me, and I’ll handle any negative reaction permanently.”
That didn’t sound ominous at all. Honey nodded quickly and whispered, “Thank you,” as Scythe passed Beatrice to her.
“I’m going to pick you up, Honey, and carry you to your car. What do you need? For your protection, you may be there for a while.”
“I could hop.”
“You’re not hopping to the car,” Scythe said, vetoing her offer. “Do you need that bag?”
She followed his gaze to the improvised sack holding her things. “Yes, please.”
Scythe handed her the bag and then whisked her off her feet with ease. His heavily muscled arms handled her weight as if she were as light as a feather. In a few minutes, he had her tucked into the passenger seat and her door relocked. He grabbed his helmet from the bike seat and tossed it into the rear seat before sliding behind the steering wheel.
As he backed out, she asked, “What about your bike?”
“I’ll have someone bring me back to pick it up.”
Silence filled the car as Scythe steered the vehicle back toward the compound. She wished she knew the biker beside her better. Her hands fidgeted in her lap as she worried. Honey replayed what he’d told her. Razor had crashed. He was missing. Someone had stripped off his vest and left it as a message.
Honey battled the nausea that grew inside her. Her vision dimmed around the edges as she worried. Cursing her illness, Honey rubbed her eyes, feeling completely worthless. She’d never forgive herself if something bad had happened to Razor.
“Should I call the hospital and see if Razor is there?” she blurted when the tension inside her reached a breaking point. She needed to do something.
“Lucien has them watching for Razor. They’ll notify him if someone comes in matching his description.”
Reading between the lines, Honey figured out the leader of the MC didn’t believe Razor would be capable of alerting them himself or even stating his name. Her heart ached. Razor would have been safe if she hadn’t left. Honey’s blurry eyes filled with tears. She blinked furiously, trying not to cry in front of Scythe.
He reached over and patted her hand. “We’ll find him, Honey. Think good thoughts.”
“Why would someone take Razor? It doesn’t make sense,” she said.
“Razor patches all of us up. He keeps us from having to go to the ER where they’d start asking questions. The Ravagers are trying to strike a blow. It’s not going to work. Razor isn’t just a doctor. He’s as much of a Devil Daddy as the rest of the MC. That man is tough.”
“He’s going to be okay?”
“He’ll be fine, Honey. Razor has the best reason of all to escape.”
“What’s that?”
“He has a Little girl to come home to,” Scythe said.
She could hear Scythe’s confidence in his statement. Warmth kindled in her chest as hope that Razor would be okay lodged in her heart. Please, Daddy. Come home. Honey sent her love and positive vibrations into the world, praying they would find Razor somewhere and give him strength.
The rest of the trip passed in silence. Scythe seemed as absorbed in his thoughts as Honey. The gate rising drew her focus. “We’re home.”
“We are.” Scythe stopped by the gatehouse and ordered, “I need a ride to get my bike. Have someone come to Razor’s cabin ASAP.”
