Page 16 of Raze

“Jesus.” Snatching it back off her I unscrew the lid, cupping her chin in my other hand, and tipping her head back so I can pour some water into her mouth. She ends up spitting it back out at me when she starts giggling again.

“You're feeding me like a little baby bird.” She snorts, and I have to dig real deep to find some patience.

“Just drink.” I try and get some into her again, this time successfully, and when she pushes my hand away to say she’s had enough I watch her slide the back of her hand over her mouth and start to laugh some more.

“I’m sorry.” She fails miserably to keep the amusement off her face. “I just can’t remember the last time I had fun.” Her smile fades, and the menace in her eyes quickly turns sad. It makes me crouch down in front of her when I realize how tragic that sounds. “I’m really sorry, Raze,” she tells me again, this time much more sincerely.

“It’s fine we’ve all done it. The boys back at the clubhouse shoulda known better.” Angry as I am, I decide to cut her some slack. Yeah, she’s got a lot to learn on taking instruction, and so do some of my members, but I can tell this girl’s been through a helluva lot.

“Not about that…” She shakes her head and lunges her head forward, chucking up the contents of her stomach in the gap between my legs.

“For that.” She blinks nervously when she looks back up at me.

“Wrath.” Ruckus stands up knocking the woman who’s sucking his dick back on her ass when I step inside the clubhouse. He quickly tucks himself back in his jeans as he comes toward me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, and patting my back.

“Not while your dick’s still hard.” I shove him off, and can’t help laughing at his half-hearted attempt to give me a dead arm.

“You still wearin’ that stupid thing in ya nose?” I flick the ring he has in his nostril.

“Hey, chicks dig the ring.” He shoves me off and just for a second it feels as if we’re eighteen again.

“So where’s our new president?” I look around the barroom for any sign of Raze.

“Would you believe me if I told ya he’s dealin’ with a female problem?” Ruckus raises his eyebrows.

“Raze?” I check he’s got that right. The Raze I remember didn’t involve himself in that kinda thing. Not anymore. He was my sponsor, and the last piece of advice he gave me was to avoid women at all fuckin’ costs.

“Yep, bitch turned up out of nowhere with a basket of muffins and now she’s staying at his beach hut.” Ruckus looks as confused as I am as he leads me toward the bar.

“And what about the guy who’s into my sister? Where’s he?” I stare at my best friend blankly.

“Tawk?” Ruckus laughs. “Tawk’s a good guy, and he’s committed to finding Willow. In fact he left here just the other week to chase up a lead he got on her.” His words unintentionally make me feel like a piece of shit.

When all the corrupt walls my father had built around him came crashing down, instead of facing up like a man, he ran scared and he took my little sister with him. Willow is innocent to all of this, and I’ve spent my whole life feeling like I let her down. The fact it’s this Tawk guy out there looking for her right now and not me proves that.

“If it’s the Missouri lead, I’ve already checked it out. It wasn’t them,” I tell him, already feeling the frustration of being back here. I’ve been assured by both Ruckus and Raze that any men who were loyal to my dad have left, and they better hope they're right.

“How about Freya, anyone heard from her?” I notice the way Ruckus’s jaw tenses when I mention my other sister’s name, him and her were always butting heads when we were younger.

“Nothing.” He shakes his head.

“Does she even know what Cliff’s done, and that Willow’s in danger?” I check.

“I don’t know Wrath, she’s your fuckin’ sister.” He snaps, then quickly knocks back the whiskey that Polly passes him across the bar.

The side door opens and when Raze steps inside, I can see he’s riled up from the way he slides his hand through his hair.

“How’s she doin’?” Ruckus asks with a smirk on his face that I know Raze will be considering re-aligning with his fist.

“She’s sleeping it off.” He flicks his chin at Polly so she knows to get him a drink then holds out his hand for me to shake.

“Better late than never.” He growls, before scanning his eyes around the room. “I need to speak to this Sinner guy.” His eyes focus on Saint like he’s about to go over to him and rip his head off his shoulders. I’ve heard about the brother here that’s got multiple personality disorder, people seem to have a lot of good things to say about Saint, but Sinner is something quite different.

“Sinners gone now, who knows when he’ll be back,” Ruckus tells him, tapping his glass on the bar to it get refilled.

“Then I’ll just have to go over there and rattle him back out.” Raze starts to move but I put myself in front of him.

“I don’t think it works like that.” I did a little research on the condition before I came here. I value my best friend's word on who we can trust, but this Sinner guy sounds shady. The kinda shady that would support my father.

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