couldn't remember sat down on the couch.
“Why are you here?” she whispered to Razor.
“I should be asking you that, kitten. I’m so fucking pissed at you but thank God; you’re alive. You should have told me.”
“You didn’t really want me around, and then they came to your apartment and then —” She was cut off when Michael came in handing her the cream. She could tell he wanted to do it, but he left it alone. Before she could even get the cap off, Razor was there. He took the cream from her and gently applied it to her burnt skin. He looked at her for a long moment before leaving her side. He went to the stove and flipped the chicken, which made her smile, then came back over to her.
“It’s not too bad, but I bet it stings. This should help.” He wrapped it lightly before planting one of the sweetest kisses on it. Lost in their own little moment, she forgot others were there when Skull spoke up.
“Got anything to drink?” Shit, she shook her head and went back to finishing lunch. The mac and cheese had already been pulled out of the oven, and the last of the chicken was on a paper towel cooling. Pulling out some plates, she set them down.
“Okay, lunch is ready.” And like birds at a park, they pounced at the food. Stepping back, she watched as the men piled food on their plates. Even the small salad she made disappeared. Taking a seat on the couch, she waited until it was her turn. She jumped a little when Razor practically threw a plate at her.
“Eat.” That’s all he said before he started in on his own plate.
She remembered the last time she saw him. He was pissed she was eating his canned food and not taking care of herself. The comment still hurt, more than he would have ever guessed. Everyone always commented on how she needed a man to watch over her, and she always felt like she had to prove them wrong. She worked hard to show she could take care of herself, but at every turn she had taken lately; someone was there to bail her out. It sucked that Razor was right.
She ate her food in silence, not sure what really to say at this point. She didn’t even know why he was here.
“So you understand what we want, right?” “Yeah, I got it.”
“Got what?” Okay, did she blank and miss a whole conversation?
“Razor is staying here with you,” Michael stated.
“Um, I don’t think so. He has work to do, and plus he doesn’t want to watch me. I don’t need a babysitter,” she argued.
“Too bad, baby girl. You got yourself one. I need to know you're safe, and the brothers and I need to find out more about who is running the shipments. I can’t worry about them and you at the same time. Family is family to me, Faith. So he’ll watch you, or I'll lock your ass up at the club and make sure you can’t do anything or see anyone,” her brother threatened. Shit, he would do it too.
“Fine. But I get the bedroom,” she stated firmly.
“That’s exactly how I want it.” Michael glared at Razor before she excused herself to the kitchen. She didn’t need to be witness to their pissing contest.
Chapter Thirteen
Razor watched as Faith finished cleaning up lunch, which had been amazing. Maybe he should have let her cook when she’d stayed with him. He was so full of emotions he hadn’t ever really felt. He’d been devastated when he thought she was dead, and now she was alive and had just skipped out on him; he was pissed and elated at the same time .
Her brother had left with the rest of the Hellhounds. Oddly enough, he knew most of them. He or the others at the shop did a lot of their work. But just knowing that her brother, Faith’s older brother, was the president, set his alpha instincts into overdrive. His ego had taken a hit when Merlin claimed he could take better care of her than he could. Sure, he’d fucked up before, but that was done. She was his responsibility, and he was going to watch over her from now on.
Speaking of watching her, he noticed she was
“Why are you here?” she whispered to Razor.
“I should be asking you that, kitten. I’m so fucking pissed at you but thank God; you’re alive. You should have told me.”
“You didn’t really want me around, and then they came to your apartment and then —” She was cut off when Michael came in handing her the cream. She could tell he wanted to do it, but he left it alone. Before she could even get the cap off, Razor was there. He took the cream from her and gently applied it to her burnt skin. He looked at her for a long moment before leaving her side. He went to the stove and flipped the chicken, which made her smile, then came back over to her.
“It’s not too bad, but I bet it stings. This should help.” He wrapped it lightly before planting one of the sweetest kisses on it. Lost in their own little moment, she forgot others were there when Skull spoke up.
“Got anything to drink?” Shit, she shook her head and went back to finishing lunch. The mac and cheese had already been pulled out of the oven, and the last of the chicken was on a paper towel cooling. Pulling out some plates, she set them down.
“Okay, lunch is ready.” And like birds at a park, they pounced at the food. Stepping back, she watched as the men piled food on their plates. Even the small salad she made disappeared. Taking a seat on the couch, she waited until it was her turn. She jumped a little when Razor practically threw a plate at her.
“Eat.” That’s all he said before he started in on his own plate.
She remembered the last time she saw him. He was pissed she was eating his canned food and not taking care of herself. The comment still hurt, more than he would have ever guessed. Everyone always commented on how she needed a man to watch over her, and she always felt like she had to prove them wrong. She worked hard to show she could take care of herself, but at every turn she had taken lately; someone was there to bail her out. It sucked that Razor was right.
She ate her food in silence, not sure what really to say at this point. She didn’t even know why he was here.
“So you understand what we want, right?” “Yeah, I got it.”
“Got what?” Okay, did she blank and miss a whole conversation?
“Razor is staying here with you,” Michael stated.
“Um, I don’t think so. He has work to do, and plus he doesn’t want to watch me. I don’t need a babysitter,” she argued.
“Too bad, baby girl. You got yourself one. I need to know you're safe, and the brothers and I need to find out more about who is running the shipments. I can’t worry about them and you at the same time. Family is family to me, Faith. So he’ll watch you, or I'll lock your ass up at the club and make sure you can’t do anything or see anyone,” her brother threatened. Shit, he would do it too.
“Fine. But I get the bedroom,” she stated firmly.
“That’s exactly how I want it.” Michael glared at Razor before she excused herself to the kitchen. She didn’t need to be witness to their pissing contest.
Chapter Thirteen
Razor watched as Faith finished cleaning up lunch, which had been amazing. Maybe he should have let her cook when she’d stayed with him. He was so full of emotions he hadn’t ever really felt. He’d been devastated when he thought she was dead, and now she was alive and had just skipped out on him; he was pissed and elated at the same time .
Her brother had left with the rest of the Hellhounds. Oddly enough, he knew most of them. He or the others at the shop did a lot of their work. But just knowing that her brother, Faith’s older brother, was the president, set his alpha instincts into overdrive. His ego had taken a hit when Merlin claimed he could take better care of her than he could. Sure, he’d fucked up before, but that was done. She was his responsibility, and he was going to watch over her from now on.
Speaking of watching her, he noticed she was
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