***Carrie***
"What the hell, Carrie? You said they would be gone." Razor snaps at me as we stand here watching Bear thunder into the gate, stop, bail off his bike, and attend to the guys who were shot up.
"Would you shut up," I hissed at him. Yes, I know this is annoying, and it messed up what we came for, but dam it, he was being a pain in the ass.
"Watch yourself, Carrie. I don't have to be helping you, remember? It's you who owes me." He is in my face, his top lip curled up as he snarls at me. "You called me, not the other way around."
Freaking hell, I need to backpedal.
I placed my hands on his chest. "I know, Razor, and I'm very grateful for your help. I didn't mean to snip; I'm just confused as to why he came rushing back, is all."
With a nod and a grunt, he steps back. I let o
