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“Daddy!”
Razor wrapped his arms around her and kissed Honey, pouring his love for her into the exchange. Her lips moved under his, and she responded eagerly as she plastered her body to his.
“Hey! My Little girl is going to be pissed if you drag me into a threesome,” Wraith teased, reminding them of his presence.
Reluctantly, Razor ended the kiss and set Honey an arm’s length away to allow himself to dismount. His injuries transformed his normal fluid motion into a tooth-gritting challenge.
“You’re hurt!” Honey cried and stepped forward to help.
“Stay back, Little girl. I don’t want you to sprain that ankle again,” Razor told her sternly. The pain in her eyes made him soften his tone. “I’ll need your tender care as soon as we’re inside.”
“Okay, Daddy. I need to make sure you’re okay,” she told him.
When he finally stood, she hurried forward to wrap her arms around him. “I’m so glad to see you. I was petrified something happened to you.”
“I’m always going to do whatever it takes to get home to you, Honey.”
“Promise?” she asked with fat tears running down her cheeks.
“I promise.”
“Let’s get you inside,” she suggested, moving away to scan his ripped jeans with blood darkening the worn denim. Her concerned expression intensified as she visibly stopped herself from touching the injury. Her gaze lifted to meet his again.
“I’m okay, Honey,” he reassured her and ran his hand down her arm. “We’ll focus on me in a moment. I need to see to the woman with Vex first, Little girl.” Razor turned to one of the men who’d rescued him. “Fury? Could you get my medical bag from the desk inside?”
“You’ve got it.”
Wraith kicked down his stand, switched off the engine, and the massive biker blew a kiss to Caroline, who stood at the edge of their driveway. “I’m good, Precious.”
“Daddy! You’re hurt!” she told him, pointing to his arm. “Can I cross the street?”
After checking both ways, Wraith gave her permission. “Come here, Little girl. Thank you for waiting until it was safe.”
When she stood beside him, Wraith checked out his arm and shook his head. “I’ll be damned. Those guys can hit the broad side of a barn.”
“They shot you!” Caroline shouted.
Wraith rushed to assure her. “I’m just grazed. Razor will fix me up.”
“Anyone else injured?” Razor called, scanning the group of rescuers.
“My bike,” Hellcat complained and pointed to his left handlebar where the long tassels he used for control were missing. “They shot off my get back strips and put a hole in my saddlebag.”
“Oh, no,” Caroline said. “At least they didn’t hit your leg and arm?”
“Good driving, Hellcat. Thanks for protecting my back. I owe you one,” Vex said, holding the woman he’d rescued in his arms. “I’ll owe you too, Razor, if you’ll come check her out.”
“I’m okay.” Her faint voice didn’t convince anyone. “Water?”
“Vex? Is she staying with you?” Razor asked, suspecting he already knew the answer.
“Yes.” Vex’s tone told those who gathered a lot.
Razor nodded. “Carry her inside your cabin, Vex. Put her on the kitchen table. Wraith, grab a bottle of water.” He followed Vex and couldn’t fail to note that the biker’s house was barren. No pictures on the wall. No decorations or pillows. Fury entered quickly with Razor’s bag.
When she was seated on the table, Razor said, “Let’s see if she needs to go to the hospital.”
“No!” The woman begged hoarsely before coughing.
