Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52650 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
“I got fired. And… and I hurt my ankle on the way out,” she told him in a tragic tone as if those two items repeated in a loop in her mind. Honey stopped to scrub the tears from her eyes and smeared her makeup.
“I would have stopped at urgent care, but I guess I don’t have insurance anymore,” she said, sobbing. “I… I couldn’t figure out what to do, so I came here.”
“Thank you, Little girl. You’re at the right place. Let’s get you out of this seat so I can help you.”
“I… I broke my coffee cup,” she said sadly.
“You fell?”
“I got my stupid feet… tangled in a chair… and hit the ground,” she shared with him between sobs.
His heart broke for her. She was so upset. He needed to get her to stop crying. Razor pulled out a bandana from his pocket and wiped the tears from her face. He held it to her nose and told her to blow. When she followed his directions without protesting she could do it, his concern multiplied. She was definitely not herself.
“What a crappy day, Little girl. These tears are going to make your head hurt, and we don’t want that to happen. Let’s take a few deep breaths together.” When her first inhales were shallow and shattered by sobs, he placed a hand on her upper abdomen. “Inhale from here, Honey.”
She nodded. He watched her face still as she concentrated on his suggestions. Slowly, she calmed down.
“Good girl. You’re doing so well. Am I going to hurt you if I lift you out of the car?”
“No. What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to carry you to my office and patch you up.”
“I don’t have any insurance,” she whispered.
“I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about money. All I care about is making sure you’re okay.”
Her mouth quirked with laughter. “A rat’s ass?”
“Or any other part of the rodent.”
“I can walk,” she suggested.
“Not until I check out that ankle. Which side hurts?” Razor asked.
“My right one.”
“You injured your right ankle, and you drove here?” Razor double-checked. She needed her bottom spanked. He stood to slide his arms around her waist and under her legs. Carefully, he maneuvered her out of the driver’s seat.
“I need my purse,” she said, reaching behind to grab it.
“Anything else?”
When she shook her head, he told her, “Find your keys, Honey.”
As she rummaged through her purse for her key fob, she shared, “I drove with my left foot. It was hard.”
Razor shook his head, biting his tongue to keep from lecturing her. Honey didn’t need him to detail the hazards of dangerous driving. She’d probably experienced more than he could imagine. His stomach twisted inside with guilt and concern. He should have been there to help.
“Why didn’t you call me immediately?” he asked, crossing the parking lot with big strides.
When he climbed the steps into Inferno, Honey hid her face against his chest. “I look awful.”
“You are absolutely beautiful, sweetheart.”
Scythe stood at the entrance. “Everything okay, Razor?”
Razor met Scythe’s gaze. “No. Would you move a car for me?”
“Of course. Got the keys, or do I….”
Interrupting the rest of that question, Razor asked Honey. “Do you have them, sweetheart?”
She held them out without peeking.
Scythe took them from her, his brow wrinkling with concern. He glanced back at Razor silently asking how he could help. Razor knew his MC brother was all in for whatever revenge Razor deemed necessary.
“Honey’s car is beige. It’s in section E. You’ll see it. Park it in the back lot near the fence if you can.”
“On it. Your baby’s safe with me, Honey,” Scythe assured her.
Razor didn’t know if the other biker heard her whisper, “Thank you.” He nodded his appreciation to Scythe before continuing through Inferno to his health clinic. Someone held the door for him at each entrance and exit.
Finally, he reached the X-ray chamber Lucien had finally approved a couple of months ago. Razor stretched her gently out on the table. “Do you need some pain medication, Honey, before I check on your ankle?”
“Will you have to move it?” she asked nervously, shifting her foot slightly. Her immediate, pained gasp answered Razor’s question.
“Don’t wiggle your ankle,” he warned her.
“Now you tell me,” she muttered, making him hide the smile that curved his lips upward.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Can I trust you not to move?” he asked.
“Yes,” she promised, nodding.
“Two minutes,” he promised.
“I’ll stay right here.”
“Good girl.”
Razor dashed for the supply of pain meds he kept locked in his office. He grabbed a syringe and filled it with a fast-acting painkiller, vowing her boss would pay for every second of Honey’s discomfort. Returning to the screening room, he found Honey sitting up.
“What part of don’t budge was unclear to you?” Razor growled.
“The table is cold,” she whispered.
“Sorry, sweetheart. It has to be like that. We’ll do this as fast as possible so you can get some relief.” Razor set the capped syringe and an alcohol swab on the upper end of the table.