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There’s tense silence between the three of us until Razor speaks up again. “You’re lucky I want to get her home. Otherwise, you’d be wipin’ yourself off that damn wall.”
He tightens his hold on me as we walk down the hall toward the exit.
As we step outside, the cool night air hits me, instantly making me feel better.
Razor's lips curl into a calm smile as he locks eyes with me. "I'll follow you back to the clubhouse," he says smoothly.
Immediately, I shake my head. “No, I’ll drive back like normal. If we get back at the same time it will look suspicious.”
Fuck, why the hell am I being so cautious?
We're both adults, not some underage couple sneaking around.
Yet, the fact that Razor is a little older than me, and he’s in my father’s motorcycle club is only going to cause issues.
Honestly, it could end in a literal disaster.
My dad has been extra protective of me lately, and I don't want to risk causing any issues.
The only thing I really want is to have some good old fashioned fun while Razor’s still in town.
He chuckles at my overthinking and reassures me, "Relax, Cola. I'll head back to the clubhouse, crack open a couple of cold ones with the boys, and then head to my room for the night. You know where that is?"
I know of the three possible rooms he could be in. “There’s not a lot of options, but I think I know where you are.”
“Top floor, middle room on the right.” Razor fills me in.
“Got it,” I comment.
"Good girl," he teases before releasing his grip on my hip.
We share one last intense gaze before he speaks again. "Drive safe. See you in an hour or two?"
I nod in agreement, “That sounds great.”
With a deep breath, I walk over to my car and unlock it.
Sliding into the driver's seat, I buckle up and start the engine.
As I make my way back to the Satan's Raiders MC clubhouse, I can't help but feel grateful that Razor was there tonight.
Things could have gone so much worse without him by my side.
I try not to focus on what could have happened too much.
Instead, I glance up at the starry sky for a moment and sigh in relief.
Everything is fine, and the night is going to end on a good note.
I make my way back to the clubhouse, navigating through the chaotic streets filled with reckless drivers who seem determined to test my patience.
Somehow, I manage to keep my composure and arrive safely back at the club, pulling into my spot.
Once I have my bag, I head in through the back door of the clubhouse, imputing the key code to gain entry.
The sturdy door clicks open and I step into the small entrance room before pushing open another door and making a beeline for the stairs.
Ironically enough, my bedroom is on the top floor as well.
