seeing her or something? She said she wasn’t dating anyone. Look, I hate to tell you this, but it seems they found a body in the Potomac and it might be-'
“It’s not. That’s the only reason I’m here. Not that it’s any business of yours, but Faith is my sister. She doesn’t like to advertise that, though. But we got her somewhere safe. She was worried about you.”
“She’s alive. Thank God.” Suddenly it felt like he could breathe again, and his once pounding head didn’t hurt as much. She was alive.
“Yeah, she came to me and asked for help. She’s worried about you. Said people are after her, and now they know about you. She came up with a plan, and I agree it would be best too. You need to come to the safe house and watch her there while we hunt the bastards after her.”
“And why would I do that? She ran without telling me anything.”
“Did you ever stop and think about why she did it? Don’t question her. She’s smarter than every one of us in this damn room—put together. If she left, it was for a pretty damn good reason. Now are you coming or not?”
“Fine, I’ll come.” He went to talk to Sparkle, but she had her eyes glued to Faith's brother.
“You’re Michael Hillman? Damn, you look nothing like your picture. They said you have been off the grid that’s why I couldn’t find you.”
“Sugar, it's Merlin,” he corrected her while Razor looked around for a duffle bag to throw some shit in.
“Merlin?”
“Yeah, I’ve been known to do a little magic and disappear along with some things and people, if you catch my drift.” Razor needed coffee to help with his slightly hungover state, but now he would see Faith again, and she wasn’t dead. That woke him up more than he expected. After he packed, he just needed to look at Sparkle, and she knew what he was asking without him even saying anything.
“We got everything covered. If anyone shows up at the shop, I’ll say you took off. That way I’m not lying. But do I call you if they do?” Before he could say anything Merlin spoke.
“Nah, you give me a call. We’ll take care of this shit. See y’all later. And don’t be strangers around the club.” Razor watched Sparkle, for the first time ever, blush, before he walked outside and waited. He threw his shit on the back of his bike and waited while the others came out.
“Follow us.” That was the only warning he got before they took off down the road. Shit, what did he get himself into this time?
*****
Faith couldn’t just sit still and do nothing. Since the kitchen was stocked full of food, she should try to cook something. Michael said he would let Razor know what’s going on and then he would stop by. She didn’t know how to cook much, but she found all the ingredients to make some fried chicken and macaroni and cheese. It was something she would cook them all when she was home. She knew other things too, but this sounded really good. Instantly she started breading the chicken to get them into the fridge to rest while she worked on the other.
Before she realized it, she was singing to herself when she heard the sound of bikes pulling in. Her heart started to race. What if it wasn’t them? What if it was someone else? Lost in her own thoughts, she dropped the chicken into the pan a little too fast and it splashed up on her, making her cry out.
Suddenly the door flew open, and several things happened all at once. Razor was in the cabin running to her, as was Michael. But both started to yell at each other as both wanted to help. She finally had to put her fingers in her mouth and give a loud whistle. Something she had only ever done at ball games. Both men instantly went silent while Skull chuckled.
Michael smiled at her, while Razor looked on in disbelief. “I’m fine. It’s just a small burn. If one of you can get me some cream and a wrap, I’m good. Lunch is almost done.” Michael kissed her head before turning and leaving. Skull and another guy she
“It’s not. That’s the only reason I’m here. Not that it’s any business of yours, but Faith is my sister. She doesn’t like to advertise that, though. But we got her somewhere safe. She was worried about you.”
“She’s alive. Thank God.” Suddenly it felt like he could breathe again, and his once pounding head didn’t hurt as much. She was alive.
“Yeah, she came to me and asked for help. She’s worried about you. Said people are after her, and now they know about you. She came up with a plan, and I agree it would be best too. You need to come to the safe house and watch her there while we hunt the bastards after her.”
“And why would I do that? She ran without telling me anything.”
“Did you ever stop and think about why she did it? Don’t question her. She’s smarter than every one of us in this damn room—put together. If she left, it was for a pretty damn good reason. Now are you coming or not?”
“Fine, I’ll come.” He went to talk to Sparkle, but she had her eyes glued to Faith's brother.
“You’re Michael Hillman? Damn, you look nothing like your picture. They said you have been off the grid that’s why I couldn’t find you.”
“Sugar, it's Merlin,” he corrected her while Razor looked around for a duffle bag to throw some shit in.
“Merlin?”
“Yeah, I’ve been known to do a little magic and disappear along with some things and people, if you catch my drift.” Razor needed coffee to help with his slightly hungover state, but now he would see Faith again, and she wasn’t dead. That woke him up more than he expected. After he packed, he just needed to look at Sparkle, and she knew what he was asking without him even saying anything.
“We got everything covered. If anyone shows up at the shop, I’ll say you took off. That way I’m not lying. But do I call you if they do?” Before he could say anything Merlin spoke.
“Nah, you give me a call. We’ll take care of this shit. See y’all later. And don’t be strangers around the club.” Razor watched Sparkle, for the first time ever, blush, before he walked outside and waited. He threw his shit on the back of his bike and waited while the others came out.
“Follow us.” That was the only warning he got before they took off down the road. Shit, what did he get himself into this time?
*****
Faith couldn’t just sit still and do nothing. Since the kitchen was stocked full of food, she should try to cook something. Michael said he would let Razor know what’s going on and then he would stop by. She didn’t know how to cook much, but she found all the ingredients to make some fried chicken and macaroni and cheese. It was something she would cook them all when she was home. She knew other things too, but this sounded really good. Instantly she started breading the chicken to get them into the fridge to rest while she worked on the other.
Before she realized it, she was singing to herself when she heard the sound of bikes pulling in. Her heart started to race. What if it wasn’t them? What if it was someone else? Lost in her own thoughts, she dropped the chicken into the pan a little too fast and it splashed up on her, making her cry out.
Suddenly the door flew open, and several things happened all at once. Razor was in the cabin running to her, as was Michael. But both started to yell at each other as both wanted to help. She finally had to put her fingers in her mouth and give a loud whistle. Something she had only ever done at ball games. Both men instantly went silent while Skull chuckled.
Michael smiled at her, while Razor looked on in disbelief. “I’m fine. It’s just a small burn. If one of you can get me some cream and a wrap, I’m good. Lunch is almost done.” Michael kissed her head before turning and leaving. Skull and another guy she
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