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Ringer
“Did you fucking know Claudia drives a fucking bike?” Razor grumbles, interrupting the comfortable silence Lilah and I are in.
Lilah’s eyebrows hit her hairline as she turns to him.
“What kind of bike? Like a beach cruiser around campus?” Lilah asks, confusion twisting her features.
“A fucking Suzuki GSXR 1000, dude,” Razor deadpans.
I let out a whistle, impressed. Little Claudia handling that type of machine? Damn. “That’s fucking awesome, man. Good for her.”
Razor rears back like I just slapped him. “Good for her? She’s going to kill herself on that thing!”
“Pot, meet kettle,” Lilah giggles, laughing even harder when Razor’s scowl grows deeper.
“She’s way too fucking young and inexperienced to be driving something like that!”
“You’re speaking to the wrong brother, man. Does Bull know?”
“Bull bought her the fucking thing! I know if Horse knew, he’d agree with me.”
“So you’re a tattle tale now?” Lilah asks, mischievously lifting her brow.
“I thought y’all would be on my side,” Razor grumbles.
“Why do you even care, brother?” I ask, chuckling at the incredulous look on his face.
Razor cools his scowl and shakes his head, clearing his thoughts. “Look what just happened to her pops. Then I find her on the back of that damn thing driving over a hundred miles an hour. Just worried,” he shrugs.
“Is she at least wearing a helmet?”
“Yeah, neon fuschia, just like the fucking bike.” He rolls his eyes, shaking his head, causing us all to laugh.
“Where are Claudia and Bull?” Lilah asks, searching the party surrounding us.
“They left to head back to the hospital.”
They pulled all the sedative meds from Horse and allowed him to slowly wake up. He sleeps a lot still and is in a fuck ton of pain, but he is healing. Ghost and I went by yesterday and were able to talk to him for a while before he got tired again and asked us to leave. We still don’t know the full fucking story, and it’s eating at all of us. It’s especially taking a huge toll on my brother, who takes everything to heart. Ghost has always been the type of guy to think that he can stop bad things before they happen, so he’s not taking these hits on the club too well.
I’ve tried telling him he isn’t Superman. He usually just tells me to fuck off.
“I can’t believe you guys aren’t as concerned as I am,” Razor shakes his head.
“Do you have a crush on Miss Claudia, Razor?” Lilah’s lips lift in a knowing smile.
“I’m almost thirty, Lilah. We don’t have crushes,” Razor scoffs, and I can’t help the chuckle that escapes my lips when my wife scolds him with just a lift of her brow.
I watch as Razor’s ever-present, easy-going demeanor flashes for just a second before his scowl returns.
“You can still have a crush on someone at thirty, Razor.”
“She’s 18, Lile,” Razor grumbles.
“Actually, she’s 19. Her birthday was last month.”
Razor frowns. “What?”
