Chapter 5
Wraith led the way to the meeting spot with the Ravagers.
The tension bunched in the large man’s already massive shoulders.
Razor’s own hovered around his ears, and he shrugged to disperse the negative energy building in his body.
He understood why Lucien had chosen each of the Devil Daddies on this mission.
That didn’t make the situation any less dangerous.
The team Lucien had created gave each of them a better chance of surviving.
A turf war between two MCs seemed so corny.
Like the conflict in so many adventure and dark romance novels.
The stakes were high now since the Ravagers had proven themselves unable to live and let be.
They weren’t vying for the same members.
The Devil Daddies only allowed men that fit a particular profile. Dominant, driven, and Daddy.
The Ravagers collected a ragtag group of bikers more on the vicious, random violence side. That didn’t mean the Devils couldn’t compete at the same level. They used violence as a tool for a different purpose.
Wraith slowed and turned off the highway onto a road shrouded in darkness.
Their headlights pierced through the shadows.
Everyone’s heads pivoted on a swivel as they kept an eye out in all directions to avoid an ambush.
When they reached the clearing about a mile deep into the woods, they were alone.
They parked their bikes to illuminate the entrance. Razor swung his leg over his bike to meet Wraith and Fury in the middle. Dead Eye and Pirate would be close. They’d hiked in from a different angle a few hours ago to take their places.
Wraith checked his phone. “They’re late,” he pointed out.
Minutes ticked by as they waited.
“Think they’re coming?” Wraith asked.
“Chickenshits, probably not,” Fury said.
“Lucien isn’t going to be happy,” Razor said before focusing on a flapping piece of paper pinned to a tree. “Is that a note?” He reached into his pocket to grab a pair of surgical gloves.
As he pulled them on, Wraith shook his head. “Of course, you have medical supplies in your cut.”
“Of course,” Razor said. “I don’t trust them. It would be too easy to coat that with some of the garbage they’re importing to take out the delegates Lucien sent.” He grabbed a plastic bag from an inside pocket and handed that to Wraith. “Open that for me.”
Striding across the clearing closely followed by Wraith and Fury, Razor rolled his eyes at the massive knife buried into the wood.
He took a position upwind before observing, “Someone’s making up for having a micro penis.
” As the two men behind him shook with laughter, he read the pinned message aloud.
Sorry I missed you.
Viper
“What the fuck?” Fury asked.
Razor tugged out his phone and snapped a picture before collecting the note.
Razor didn’t pull the weapon out. That would only shake the paper, scattering any substance that might cling to the sheet.
He pinched the bottom with both hands and gently drew it down.
The knife sliced the top of the page, freeing it.
Quickly, Razor stowed it into the plastic bag along with his gloves.
Wraith sealed it carefully and held it up to a beam of light. “Am I imagining it, or is there white powder in there?”
Fury pointed a finger to the faint white dust collecting at the bottom seam. “Fuck! I can see it. How did you know, Razor?”
“I didn’t. Anticipating the worst is always a good idea. I don’t think it’s smart to stick around here now. Whatever they doctored the note with wasn’t designed to welcome us,” Razor said. “They may be somewhere watching.”
In a few minutes, the men retraced their steps, heading back to the warehouse. Razor would secure the letter in his office. Lucien would want test results determining exactly what the substance was.
By the time he had the bag locked away in an isolated spot, Dead Eye and Pirate drove up in separate vehicles. As they approached, Razor noted their body language. They had seen nothing.
“No visitors?” he asked.
“I was in place before sunset, and Pirate got settled about an hour later,” Dead Eye stated. “No one stepped foot into that clearing.”
“I guess I need to go talk to Lucien,” Razor told the group. A scuff of a heel on the concrete made everyone spin to address a potential threat. Lucien emerged into the light.
“I’m here, Razor. What happened?”
“The Ravagers left a note for us instead of showing up,” Fury growled. “And that message…. Poisoned.”
“It could be baby powder for all we know,” Razor said quickly.
“Yeah, they have a chafing problem,” Dead Eye said, drawing the word out.
“What did the note say?” Lucien demanded.
“I took a picture. Let me send it,” Razor suggested. Quickly, he forwarded it to everyone in the small group.
“He’s really going to be sorry Razor is on our side,” Fury said.
“I’m not shocked Viper can’t be trusted,” Lucien commented dryly. “Why do you think I sent Razor in the first place? He’s already thought through the situation.”
The gathering considered that. After a brief hesitation, they nodded.
“All that brainpower,” Wraith suggested.
Razor shrugged. He’d always had the ability to anticipate what people would choose to do. Sometimes they surprised him.
“I won’t respond tonight. If that substance is anything dangerous, I’m sure they’re watching to see if they got someone. I’ll send out an alert to everyone in Inferno to be alert. Wraith, check in with the guys at the door. They know our customers best.”
“On it,” Wraith said and moved away.
Lucien brushed Razor’s arm as the others faded away, silently signaling him to stay behind. “You just put a target on yourself.”
“You think they had eyes on us?” Razor asked.
“I have no doubt cameras were set up in that area.”
“And you suspect they’ll come after me?”
“Possibly. Keep your guard up.”
Razor nodded, his thoughts jumping to Honey. He definitely didn’t want to drag her into anything dangerous.
“Your Little girl is already under our protection,” Lucien said, reading his mind.
“She’s got special challenges,” Razor shared.
“You’ve got unique talents. I’m glad you found her.”
“Me too.”
Lucien turned and walked back into Inferno without another word.
The MC president was one of the few people who kept Razor off-balance.
Just when Razor was sure he had him figured out, Lucien confused him.
That was one reason Razor had joined the Devil Daddies.
Someday he’d understand the mystery Lucien presented.
Razor’s stomach growled, and he pressed a hand to it. He had a choice: go to work and grab a couple of protein bars, or head home, eat, and straighten his house to prepare for having a guest. Smiling at the thought of having his Little girl at home, Razor headed for the loaner bike.
After scrambling some eggs for dinner, Razor stood at the stove, eating them from the pan like a dedicated bachelor. His mother would whack him with her favorite spatula if she caught him doing that. She would also love Honey. He didn’t have any doubts about that.
Spunky and courageous, Honey had set off Razor’s take-a-second-look radar immediately. That didn’t happen often and usually for the wrong reason instead of a positive one.
Razor scooped up the last bite. What was Honey doing? Definitely not eating out of the pan. That was a bachelor thing.
Did she have a stuffie? He was confident she did. An image of the adorable woman curled up in bed with a stuffed animal pinned to her chest popped into his brain. He glanced at the empty couch in his family room, hopeful for the first time in a long while.
Checking the clock on the microwave, he quickly washed the skillet and tossed his other dishes into the dishwasher.
Razor wanted to get a good night’s sleep before seeing Honey.
He headed down the hall, turning off the lights behind him before he walked through his bedroom and into the large bathroom.
Razor loved the huge walk-in shower he’d had installed.
He flipped on the water to warm and stripped off his clothing.
Stepping onto the slate tile floor, he positioned himself directly under the spray.
The cascade of liquid felt good as it pelted his skin.
He stood there for a couple of minutes enjoying the heat before backing out to dispense bodywash into his hand.
Operating on autopilot, Razor rubbed the slick mixture over his chest and arms, working it into a lather before rinsing it off.
He washed his hair and beard next, scrubbing at the bristly whiskers, letting the water flow over his face.
His beard oil added a whiskey and spice scent to the warm air as he spread that over his facial hair to soften it.
Razor definitely didn’t wish to redden Honey’s skin when he kissed her.
His cock thickened and lengthened as he imagined pressing his lips to hers.
Her parents had chosen the perfect name for the sweet woman.
Razor grabbed some soap and stroked a slick handful over his shaft.
He groaned at the sensation and repeated the action as he imagined peeling off Honey’s clothing to caress her curves.
Razor moved his hand faster, his balls tightening closer to his body.
His pleasure built fast and strong as he pictured her in his mind.
His shout rang out against the hard tiles of the shower. The pleasure was fleeting as he anticipated how incredible making love to Honey would be. Stepping back under the water, he finished his shower. Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.