Chapter 5
Chapter Five
After hurting both their feelings, Razor decided it was best to leave things alone when it came to Lottie.
It was his own fault for pushing her for answers.
The idea of another man having his hands on her had his gut twisting.
Now, she was pissed and he was wishing he hadn’t asked.
It left him struggling with a discomfort he wasn’t used to.
The only thing he could do was shut those feelings down.
He still wondered about what she’d said about Sway and Vicious hating her. Could they hold some ill will against Lottie for what had happened to Sway?
The idea was crazy. She was no more at fault than the rest of them. Still, he’d seen the hurt in her eyes and heard it in her words. Instead of choosing to be a shoulder for her, he’d gone the other route, wanting to make her feel shitty about hooking up in a hotel with some random guy.
Hypocritical much. If he was judging her, he needed to judge Hemlock’s woman Charlie Rose. They had met in that same hotel bar and headed for a one-night stand.
Leaning back on the sofa, he closed his eyes and thought about the night he’d seen her and Sway at Boggs bar with Dawson Franks and one of his fighters. He’d made a mistake that night by showing his hand. The brothers knew all too well he had a thing for his goth girl.
Sadly, things had gone south with Sway being kidnapped and Vicious doing everything but burning down Montreal to find her.
Lottie had come to the clinic, informing him that Sway had missed a lunch date and how out of character that was.
Sway’s employees had been calling her saying Sway hadn’t come down to open up the shop and that wasn’t like her either.
It had been all hands on deck, he still saw Blackjack struggling to get Lottie out of the way at the clubhouse and him having to step in.
“Hey, Sway is my girl, and I’m not being put anywhere while she’s missing,” Lottie argued as Blackjack gripped her elbow and started to tug her forward.
“Let go of me, pretty boy. No Hollywood model is going to drag me anywhere.”
Digging her platform Converse into the floor, the rubber soles kept the guy from being able to drag her any farther.
“Blackjack, I’ll handle this one.” Lottie closed her eyes hearing Razor’s deep voice. Glancing over her shoulder, she shot daggers at the man.
“Lottie, take a walk with me. Please.”
Tears filled her eyes. She was scared for her friend and pissed that Vicious, Razor, and every other guy in the damn room looked at her like she couldn’t help. “Razor, I want to help.”
Anger and worry danced in her beautiful eyes.
If he were a smart man, he’d let Blackjack deal with her, but the idea of another brother handling Lottie brought his hackles up.
It wasn’t a reaction he liked, and he’d take a closer look at his feelings once they found Sway.
For now, he’d tuck Lottie away where she wouldn’t be a distraction.
“You’ll just be in the way and slow us down. ”
On a huff, she stormed off. Razor could follow her or not, Lottie didn’t give a rat’s ass. Suddenly, her arm was grabbed, spinning her around.
“Listen to me, little girl. You might be able to pout and get your way with Dawson Franks, but not with me. When I tell you to do something, you’ll do it.
You’re in my house, and there are rules that you will follow.
Do you understand me?” When she remained tight-lipped, Razor got in her face. “Lottie!”
“I fucking hear you.”
“Good. Now, let’s go.” Razor took her toward the back hall, where his room was.
He didn’t miss the snickering that some of the brothers were letting loose.
When he managed to get a less than agreeable Lottie down the hall, he unlocked the door and led her inside.
“All I’m asking is for you to stay in here. ”
Lottie looked around at the dark walls lined with book-filled shelves and the leather cigar chairs flanked by a single iron bed. The dark grey comforter covering the bed. “Whose room is this?”
“Mine. No one will bother you in here.”
“Please, don’t forget I’m in here, Razor.”
“There’s no way I could forget you, Lottie.” One more look at the raven-haired beauty and Razor stepped out, closing the door behind him. Trouble.
The next time he saw her, she was crumpled and sobbing into his pillow. When he’d pulled her close she’d kissed him. And that was the moment he gave into temptation and nothing—not a single fucking thing had been the same since.
He’d tried fucking different subs to stop thinking about her and not one of them occupied his mind the way Lottie did.
“Hey.”
Razor’s eyes snapped open and he looked up and saw Vicious standing in front of him. “Yeah?”
“What was that bullshit the other night?”
“Which night?” Razor stood up not liking the disadvantage of the situation.
“You fucking hanging up on me.”
“What are we, Vicious, two teenage girls? I didn’t know I needed to say anything but thanks.”
“You need to get your head out of your ass and off of Lottie McDaniels, brother.”
“What’s your problem with Lottie, Viscious? Worried you might have picked the wrong woman.” The words were out of his mouth faster than they’d registered in his head.
The punch Vicious threw at him was expected and missed its mark by a hair. “You wanna go, fucker, lets go,” Razor shouted at him.
Vicious pointed a finger at Razor. “See that shit right there. That's what I'm talking about. She’s got you twisted up.”
‘I’m starting to think Lottie’s fucking right about you and Sway hating her.”
Vicious heard what Razor said but still it caught him off guard. “What?”
“You heard me, asshole. Stay out of my fucking business when it comes to Lottie,” Razor told him then walked out of the clubhouse.
* * *
“What the hell was that about?” Teller asked. He’d come in on the backend of the argument and was lost.
“I have no fucking clue,” Vicious told Teller as he stared at the closed door.
“Sounded to me like you were sticking your nose where it didn’t belong.” Hemlock said, walking towards the door. When Vicious and Teller glared at him he added, “Just clarifying is all.” Then Hemlock left before one of them started throwing punches at him.
“Vicious, fix it. Whatever it is. Fix it before it gets out of hand,” Teller told the chapter's veep before heading back to the office. Women, you can’t live with ‘em and you can’t live without ‘em.
A glance back had Teller shaking his head, Vicious was still standing in the middle of the room staring at the door. From what he’d heard, he’d made a fool of himself with their brother. It was times like these that Teller was glad he didn’t have a woman.