Page 4 of Razor (Road Reapers MC #4)

“ N ot if Razor and I have any say about it,” Spade said. She was worried that telling them the entire truth might end up with her being put behind bars, but she had already lost so much—why would time in prison bother her?

“Thank you,” she whispered. “I’d like to go home now,” she said.

“I’d like a shower and to sleep for a few days, if that’s possible.

” What she really wanted to do was wash the asshole who had raped her off her body.

She knew that it would be impossible for her to forget him taking her body without her permission, but she’d at least be able to clean her skin from his stench.

“I just want to leave, Razor. I’ll call my dad and ask if I can crash there for a bit,” she reminded. “We’ve already been over all of this.”

“We have, but what you don’t seem to understand is that you can’t go back home or to your father’s place.

Your apartment probably isn’t yours anymore, and if you tell your father what happened, you’ll be putting him in danger, too.

I’m betting that the Devils will find out that you killed their client, and that they won’t let you go without a fight. ”

“He’s right,” Spade said, “they will consider you their property, and they won’t waste any time coming for you.

They’ll want you back. Hell, they’ll probably want to make an example out of you to keep the other women in line.

” She shivered at the thoughts that ran through her head.

Spade was right—they’d want to teach her a lesson, and she knew just what that would entail.

When she was first taken, she had to watch as about five men gang raped one of the young women in the cage two down from hers.

It was terrifying, and she was told that if she looked away, she’d be next.

For a long time, Ella had done everything in her power to avoid having any contact with the members of the Devils.

But after she realized that she wasn’t going to be let go any time soon, she started coming up with ways to fight for her freedom.

Hell, she even foolishly believed that if she misbehaved enough and was returned, the Devils would get sick of trying to sell her off and let her go—or worse.

But even death would have been better than having to live her life in a cage or with men who had paid for her body.

Her body wasn’t the Devil's to sell, but they didn’t seem to care about logistics.

“If I can’t go home, and I can’t rely on family, what the hell am I supposed to do? If I live on the streets, they will find me.” She looked between the two big, tattooed officers waiting for their answers.

“You’ll stay with me,” Razor insisted. He looked so serious, she couldn’t help but laugh.

“You can’t be serious,” she insisted. “You don’t even know me.”

“I don’t need to know you to keep you safe, Ella,” he admitted.

“But I thought that you said that you have a kid,” she reminded. “Won’t I put her in danger by staying with you?”

“Probably,” Razor said, “but that just means that I’ll have to work extra hard to keep you both safe. Besides, Violet would love to have a sleepover with another girl in the house.”

She sat up a little straighter and stared Razor down. “I’m not a little girl,” she insisted.

“I can see that, but you have to understand that all four-year-old little girls see adult women as they are. To my daughter, you’re going to be a fascination, and if you don’t mind that, then I can keep you safe.

” Ella wanted to tell him that she wasn’t any good with kids.

She wanted to say that his daughter wouldn’t find her fascinating in any way, but that might blow her chances of staying with him, and the one thing that life had taught her was to never look a gift horse in the mouth.

And right now, Razor was a fucking stallion, agreeing to keep her safe.

“Fine, I’ll stay with you, but if things go sideways, I’m leaving. Your little girl doesn’t need to be dragged into my mess. You’re a cop, and are dumb enough to volunteer your services, but your daughter is innocent, and I plan on keeping things that way.”

Razor nodded, “I appreciate that, Ella.”

“Do you know much about the Devils?” she asked. “Because I have to warn you that they are ruthless when it comes to making people pay.” The look on Razor’s face told her that he knew plenty about the Devils.

“I’m familiar with their tactics,” he admitted.

“Yeah, Razor’s—” Spade started but stopped mid-sentence when Razor cleared his throat.

“We don’t need to get into all that now, man,” Razor ordered. She had to admit she was curious about what Spade was going to say, but Razor didn’t look happy about their conversation at all.

“Right, sorry,” Spade said, backing down. “I’ll file the report and check out our latest murder victim. You know where you’re heading?” he asked Razor.

“I’m going to swing by the preschool and pick up Violet, and then, I’m going to pack up and head out to the safehouse,” Razor said.

Everything was moving so fast around her, and Ella wanted to insist that she be let off the ride.

So many decisions had been made for her over the past six months that not having the right to decide for herself now was frightening.

“I’d like a say in what’s going to happen next,” she insisted. “I lost my voice for six months, and this is still my life, right?” The two men looked at each other and then nodded their agreement.

“Great, I’d like to at least swing by my old apartment and see if they know where my stuff is. I need a change of clothing, if you can’t tell.” She stood and held her arms out wide as though proving her point.

“Not going to happen,” Razor insisted. “Your old apartment will be the first place that the Devils start looking for you. We won’t get out of your building alive.

I’ll buy you some new clothes. Hell, I’ll get you everything that you need once we get on the road.

” She knew that he was right, but a part of her wanted him to have to compromise on something.

She needed to feel as though she was a part of the decision-making when it came to her own life.

“Okay, what about a shower?” she asked.

“That we can accommodate you with,” Spade said.

“We have a women’s locker room here, and I’m sure that I can find you some clean clothes in your size.

I’ll stick around here until you are done with your shower, and then, I’ll take you over to Razor’s place so that you three can head out of town.

How much time will you need to pick up Violet and be ready to hit the road? ” he asked Razor.

“About an hour,” he said. “I’ll tell her that we’re going on an adventure.”

“Your kid does love her adventures,” Spade said. “What should I tell Mace and the others?” Ella wondered who Spade was talking about, but butting into Razor’s business didn’t seem like a good idea. The man didn’t seem to be an open book.

“Tell them that I had to head out of town for a while on a case. It’s not really a lie,” Razor said, looking Ella over. So, she was a case now—well, that was better than being a damsel in distress that he had picked up on the side of the road.

“Sounds good,” Spade agreed. “We’ll see you in about an hour.

Follow me, Ella,” Spade ordered. She wasn’t sure if she had jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire, but she was sure that old saying would hold some truth for her current predicament.

One thing was for sure—she wasn’t ever going back to the Devils, no matter what.