white t-shirt stretched tightly around a pair of huge biceps, outlined in tribal tattoos. Blackheart, who was the most narcissistic man that Razor ever knew, had told him once that Dax Marshall’s presence alone made women swoon, and men either stand at attention, or shake in their boots. There was no in-between. Dax had been the one that shot Bandit and now as the little weasel screamed, Dax slipped those dark sunglasses up on his head and pinned those cold blue eyes on him.
“Augh! My fucking leg! Who the fuck are you?” Bandit was screaming.
Blackheart had light blue eyes, and they were intense, especially when he was emotional about something. But Dax’s eyes were a much darker blue and even with a smile playing at his lips, the intense color of the iris held no expression at all…they were as cold as ice. An odd little chill ran down Razor’s spine even before the other man spoke. In a voice as cold as his icy blue eyes he said, “I’m your second worst nightmare. Your first is this big guy right here, I’m guessing. We’re going to leave y’all alone for a bit…I might suggest you be on your best behavior.” Bandit started screaming again, but unfazed, Dax gave an almost imperceptible toss of his head and when he turned toward the door, every man in a leather kutte either followed him, or took their place amongst the mess in the warehouse and began to clean it up. Hunter walked over to Razor and held out a gun. Razor took it and Hunter said, “What you decide to do with him is up to you. We’ve got the rest of this mess. When you finish, take your sister home and tell her husband to call those cops and tell them what happened. They’ll know where to find us for a statement. Just make sure you give me a heads up about Andett, just so we’re all on the same page.”
Razor was overwhelmed. These people didn’t even know him, or his sister. Like the Iron Order MC, the Skulls had just stepped up to help a brother, even though that brother wasn’t one of theirs. “I don’t know how to thank you,” Razor told Hunter. Hunter smiled, tipped his hat and said:
“Dax and Blackheart will work that out someday if they haven’t already. Dax pays me well, so I don’t worry about none of that. But…if you wanted to tip me and you know anything about babies…” Razor chuckled and shook his head. Hunter gave him a faux sad look and with a shrug he said:
“I had to ask. Guess I better get home and take a nap. I’m back on duty tonight.”
17
Titan told Kayleigh it was over. He said that Razor and Georgia were both okay, but that Razor would be a while because he had “business” to tend to. She was relieved at first, but by the time the fifth hour passed, and he wasn’t back yet, she was really starting to worry. Titan’s shift had been relieved by a quiet man with the biggest brown eyes Kayleigh had ever seen. He had introduced himself as Levi, and he’d brought her a basket full of food that he said were “compliments” of Dax Marshall’s old lady, Angel. It all smelled wonderful, but although she was starving, she was too anxious to eat. That was a first for her.
“Levi?” She stuck her head out front. It was almost noon and the sun was high in the sky, but there was still a slight chill to the East Coast air.
“Yes, ma’am?” Kayleigh had already told him he didn’t have to call her ma’am, but she gave up after the second or third time.
“Have you heard anything?”
“No, ma’am. But what I was told before I came out here was that he would have to talk to the police with his sister and I’m guessing he’ll have to make contact with his president because I heard they just rolled into town a bit ago.”
“You don’t think they arrested him, do you?”
“No. There were plenty of witnesses that this was Andett’s fight.”
“Was he…did Bandit die?”
“No, ma’am. Police took him to the hospital. He had a gunshot wound to his leg that my prez took credit for. He was also pretty banged up from the fall…”
“He fell?”
“Yeah, apparently he was running to try and get away and ran smack dab into the steel door. I heard it fu—messed his face up pretty good. Might have