Page 17 of Hell On Heels
She finally closed the cabinet with a soft click and turned to face him, her expression serious now. “You’re not going to change my mind, Razor. People need us.”
Razor sighed, a familiar pull in his chest. He wasn’t going to win this battle. Not today. And honestly, he didn’t really want to. Lottie’s resolve was something he respected, even if it tested his patience.
“Alright, fine. You win. Again,” he muttered, pushing himself off the counter. “But don’t go overdoing it. We both need some time to breathe after today.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll pace myself,” Lottie said, her smile returning. “We’ll just take it one patient at a time.”
“Yeah, one crazy patient at a time,” Razor muttered, but there was a hint of warmth in his voice as he moved toward the hallway. “Just don’t make me regret this.”
Lottie laughed softly, the sound light and easy, a welcome reprieve from the intensity that had built up in the clinic. “Regret? You wouldn’t dare.”
As Razor watched her turn to head back into the treatment area, he realized just how much he had come to rely on her—her strength, her wit, and her unwavering resolve. Even if she was abit of a troublemaker, Lottie was exactly the kind of person he needed by his side.
“Alright,” he muttered to himself, heading back to the front desk. “Let’s see what happens next.”
Chapter Seven
Shoving his Harley onto the bike lift Razor locked it into place. Music played through the garage as he worked. His mind was on things like a luscious, tight body and pair of electric green eyes. It seemed he was becoming obsessed with his nurse. He thought about going up front to talk to Sway about her best friend, but that would bring unwanted attention to his interest in the pretty raven-haired beauty.
Thinking back on his conversation with her the day they called the cops, he remembered she mentioned needing a vacation. Razor thoughthecould use a vacation. What the fuck was he thinking? He and Lottie were colleagues not dating.
The bell chime rang out alerting the employees that someone had entered the shop.
Stopping what he was doing, Razor grabbed a rag to wipe off his hands as he walked towards the front desk. Sway was in the office working, but she didn’t need to do everything. That’s why there was always a brother around. Vicious didn’t like leaving his wife by herself with just the shop employees. Razor didn’t blamehim one bit. If it had been his woman, who had been kidnapped, raped, and tortured, he’d have her locked down HARD.
The bell over the door jangled, alerting everyone that a customer was up front. Grabbing a towel he started wiping his hands as he stepped into view of the door.
“Look at this boys, seems the doc is a mechanic now.”
Razor cracked his neck at the three moto-guzzi bums from the clinic. Sway stepped out of the office, her face a mask of boredom. Underneath it was fear and that pissed off Razor.
Tossing the rag he had in his hand onto the counter, Razor signaled for Sway to go back into the office. With his hands on the counter, he stared down the three men merely feet from him. “How can we help you boys today?”
“Hear that boys, this bastard wants to help us,” the gun wielding thug from the clinic said with a little too much attitude.
“Where’s that sexy nurse at, doc? Is she all alone at the clinic?” he added.
Razor’s jaw ticked. If he entertained the comment, they’d know Lottie meant something to him. Knowing it was best to let it go, he crossed his arms flexing his biceps in a show of superior strength. “I asked you what you boys wanted?”
“Wanted to talk to Sway. She around?”
Coming from the back of the shop were two of Sway’s mechanics. Both brandishing metal pipes. “Razor, did these assholes say something about Sway?”
Razor smirked, thinking he might have been mistaken about Sway’s employees as nonviolent individuals. “Yeah, they’re asking for her.”
“Why?” Was their resounding response.
Razor stared down the guy who was running his mouth. He was a few inches shorter than Razor. He waited for the man to get to the point then said, “You got lucky at the clinic boys. Here you won’t.”
“We’re here about getting our bikes worked on. That’s all, doc, but we could always run down to the clinic and visit that sexy nurse from our last visit.” The guy smirked, grabbing his crotch. “Maybe she’d like to have some fun.”
The door opened, Vicious stepped in. Razor hadn’t expected Sway to call him. But here he was, looking pissed. One second the three guys were popping off about Lottie. The next they were trying to get out of the way. Jumping over the counter, Razor grabbed the guy talking shit about Lottie, slamming him into the counter.
The second guy was scrambling to get around the fight. He didn’t get far. He managed to get out the front door but was stopped by Player and Joker who had just pulled up.
“What did you say about my fucking wife?” Vicious asked the third guy as he held him up against the window. If he pushed him against it any harder the window would probably break.
“I didn’t say anything man.” The guy winced as his wound pulled. “I just came for the ride. I swear man.”
