Razor
THE MONT KATIE wheeled out of the building she started in on . "What the hell was that?"
"What?" I asked, knowing damn well what she ant.
"Duh, m...m...my na’s Gio. Der, and I think you are p...p...pretty. Duh, and I want to be on you."
I groaned. "Do we really have to do this?"
"In all my years, I’ve never seen lovestruck Gio before, and my lord is he a hot ss," she teased. "You were like a lost puppy. I swear, I thought I was going to have to put down newspaper on the floor."
"I can’t help that the physio and I have chemistry," I said, as we reached the car.
Katie laughed. "That woman would have chemistry with a bowling ball. She’s pretty well near perfect as far as I can see. You, on the other hand, are a raging dumpster fire with way too many personal and club issues to deal with right now. You don’t have ti to spend any amount of ti chasing after a woman who is clearly out of your league."
I craned my head to glare at her. "It’s these kinds of talks I’ve co to look forward to the most in our relationship."
"You know I’m right." She set the brake on the wheelchair. "Besides, she doesn’t even know the real you. She hasn’t t Razor, and she never will."
Katie opened the door and carefully guided into the passenger seat of her car. It was bad enough riding in a cage, but to be stuck riding shotgun was almost too much to bear.
"Let ask you sothing," I said, as Katie buckled my seatbelt. "Have all the won in my life always been this fucking bossy or did you all start a gang up on Razor club when I was in the hospital?"
She shrugged. "You have a lot of people who care about you."
"Well, how about you care about a little fucking less. Huh?" I snapped before slamming the car door shut. After a few tense monts, Katie climbed into the driver’s seat and started the car.
"That was a strange thing to say to a woman who’s spent most of her day looking after you," Kaite bit out. "Maybe I’ll just roll you to the nearest bus stop and you can get your own damn self ho."
I took a deep breath. "I’m sorry. I know you’re only trying to help. I an, you are helping, and I really fucking appreciate it. I’m just not used to needing anybody’s help, you know? I’m comfortable calling my own shots. Living as freely as possible."
Katie chuckled. "You guys crack up. You know that?"
"What did I say that was so fucking funny?"
"All you Dogs are the sa. Every club mber talks as if he’s a lone wolf, alpha male. Free from the shackles of society, and yet you all dress the sa, talk the sa, and think the sa. If so civilian tells you do sothing, you tell them to eat shit, but if an officer of the club told you to jump off a building, your only question would be from what floor."
I shook my head. "Non-mbers can never tell the difference between abiding by society’s rules and club rules."
"Maybe it’s you who doesn’t understand," she snapped back. "And I may not be a mber, but as long as my brother is, I’m family. A position I’ve earned through my loyalty to the club, by the way. And do I need to remind you he’s a fucking officer?"
We drove in silence for the rest of the trip ho. only breaking it once we’d pulled up to Hatch’s place.
"Katie, I’m sorry. Of course, you’re family and I love you like you’re my own sister, probably more, but being told what I can and cannot do is pegging my needle into the red. I really feel like I’m gonna crack up if I don’t get out of this cast and get my ass back on a bike."
"I’m sorry, too. But I am concerned that you’re not taking your recovery and rehab seriously enough. And you getting physical with your physical therapist is the last thing that should be on your mind."
Of course, Katie was one hundred percent right, but the truth of the matter was, I was going to ignore one hundred percent of what she said. Waverly would most certainly be a distraction, but she’d be a distraction of my choosing.
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