sideways, she doubted that her legs would measure as long as his shoulders were broad. His arms were thicker than her thighs and his own thighs looked like tree trunks wrapped in denim. Nothing about him looked sweet or gentle, so when she heard the soft words come out of his mouth, it was difficult for her brain to process.
“I won’t tell anyone,” she said, still smiling. The big man grinned again and pulled her closer once more so that she could rest her tired, aching head on his big shoulder. She had gotten herself into one hell of a mess, and she’d inadvertently roped a stranger into it as well. She wondered if it was time to call her dad, and how much trouble she’d be in for running when she did.
5
Razor didn’t know what to do with the girl once he’d nearly killed her. He knew 911 wasn’t a good idea for either of them, but beyond that, he didn’t have a plan. He had bundled her up in his arms and he ran, and he kept running until he was completely out of steam. When he finally found a corner of an alleyway to sit and catch his breath, he called Blackheart. His president hadn’t seemed happy about him involving himself in more trouble already, but he’d called back in less than forty-five minutes with a name and told him a car was on the way.
A man named Aaron Lee, and his old lady, Star, who belonged to a club out of Tuscaloosa that called themselves the Rebs, showed up to pick them up. Luckily for Razor, Blackheart had friends everywhere. Aaron and Star had taken them back to their house and Star patched Kayleigh up and fed Razor. They had been there for a good four hours before Kayleigh finally woke up, and now the sun was going down and it was too late to make it to Nashville even if Kayleigh had been in any shape to ride. Aaron told Razor they were welcome to stay as long as they liked, but Razor hadn’t found Kayleigh’s phone until they’d been at the house for over an hour, and now he wondered if they truly were tracking them, how long it would it take the Vipers to show up there and take them all out?
Once Kayleigh calmed down, and Razor was able to walk upright, he took her out into the kitchen and heated up the fried chicken and mashed potato plate that Star had left for her in the microwave before she and Aaron left for a meeting he had at the club. Kayleigh didn’t hesitate to start digging into the food; even busted up, she had a hell of an appetite. Once she was preoccupied with that, Razor stepped into the other room and called Blackheart. His president picked up on the first ring and said, “Did she tell you her father was a cop?” Kayleigh hadn’t had any kind of ID in the bag so Blackheart must have gotten her last name from the phone number Razor had given him.
Shit. “No.”
“Well, he is, and not just any cop. He’s the assistant chief of police.” Razor sighed. It was like he had a sign on his forehead advertising for trouble. “I spoke to Schindler too,” Blackheart went on. Schindler was one of the Vipers. The Jokers and the Vipers had a tenuous relationship at best, but Mark Schindler was an old friend of Blackheart’s. “He says that her boyfriend was dealing for them, small time shit. But he’s been using the product and skimming money off the top, a ton of money. Fucking idiot tried to tell them he’d been robbed. Set the whole thing up with a friend of his and got caught…that’s why he caught a bullet. Now, they want their cash back, und they think the girl has it.”
“And if she has it, and I convince her to give it back, they’ll leave her alone?” Razor didn’t like keeping things from his president, but he felt overly protective of Kayleigh already, even though she’d threatened to shoot him twice in one day and maybe ruined his balls for life.
Blackheart chuckled. “Sure,” he said, sarcastically. “I’ll bet if she promises not to tell her daddy what she saw they’ll never bother her again.” Razor waited. He knew his president wasn’t done. “Keep her with you. I’ll send you some addresses. Stay in Alabama until she’s strong enough to ride at least a