Page 14 of Hell On Heels
He’d tried fucking different subs to stop thinking about her and not one of them occupied his mind the way Lottie did.
“Hey.”
Razor’s eyes snapped open and he looked up and saw Vicious standing in front of him. “Yeah?”
“What was that bullshit the other night?”
“Which night?” Razor stood up not liking the disadvantage of the situation.
“You fucking hanging up on me.”
“What are we, Vicious, two teenage girls? I didn’t know I needed to say anything but thanks.”
“You need to get your head out of your ass and off of Lottie McDaniels, brother.”
“What’s your problem with Lottie, Viscious? Worried you might have picked the wrong woman.” The words were out of his mouth faster than they’d registered in his head.
The punch Vicious threw at him was expected and missed its mark by a hair. “You wanna go, fucker, lets go,” Razor shouted at him.
Vicious pointed a finger at Razor. “See that shit right there. That's what I'm talking about. She’s got you twisted up.”
‘I’m starting to think Lottie’s fucking right about you and Sway hating her.”
Vicious heard what Razor said but still it caught him off guard. “What?”
“You heard me, asshole. Stay out of my fucking business when it comes to Lottie,” Razor told him then walked out of the clubhouse.
* * *
“What the hell was that about?” Teller asked. He’d come in on the backend of the argument and was lost.
“I have no fucking clue,” Vicious told Teller as he stared at the closed door.
“Sounded to me like you were sticking your nose where it didn’t belong.” Hemlock said, walking towards the door. When Vicious and Teller glared at him he added, “Just clarifying is all.” Then Hemlock left before one of them started throwing punches at him.
“Vicious, fix it. Whatever it is. Fix it before it gets out of hand,” Teller told the chapter's veep before heading back to the office.Women, you can’t live with ‘em and you can’t live without ‘em.
A glance back had Teller shaking his head, Vicious was still standing in the middle of the room staring at the door. From what he’d heard, he’d made a fool of himself with their brother. It was times like these that Teller was glad he didn’t have a woman.
Chapter Six
Standing at the counter Lottie made notations on the computer from the patient chart trying not to think about throwing in the towel. She reminded herself this was what she wanted. It was why she went to school for nursing. Why she was taking online classes to further her education. Setting aside the file, she grabbed the next chart and glanced at the name.Crap.It was one of their regulars who liked to grab her ass. If the old coot tried it today, she would hit him over the head with the folder.
Sometimes it was like being a contortionist trying to keep the wrinkled aged hands of old men off of her. She didn’t know where Razor had gotten himself off too, but he needed to get back asap. She couldn’t take care of all these patients alone. “Gretchen, where is Dr. Clermont?”
“He stepped out back to take a call.”
“Thanks.”
A roar of thunder brought her attention towards the front windows. She knew that sound. Looking from her spot in the doorway she watched as two motorcycles pulled up and parkedon the sidewalk. Definitely not friends of Razor’s. The front door came open with two men carrying a third who was bleeding.
“We need a doctor fast.”
“Bring him back and follow me.” Lottie held the door open for the men as she shouted to the receptionist to get the doctor asap. Rushing down the hall she shoved open the door leading to an exam room and had the two men lay their friend on the table.
“Gunshot or knife wound?” she asked. They saw both on the regular with gangs fighting over which corners were theirs to peddle dope.
“Knife to the side.”
