Just Ride: Legion of Guardians

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Authors: Xyla Turner
myself.”
    His eyes slid to my lips when he said, “It’s normal to be scared, sweetheart. Don’t worry, though, when I bite, you’ll like it.”
    He tagged my hand for the second time today and said, “Plus, I’d still protect you.”
    Why that made me feel safe around him was ridiculous. I actually felt like I could trust him to do what he said. It made sense, I guess. He had already demonstrated that he would, even if I didn’t let him.
    The question was, would he protect my heart, like he would protect my womanly honor?
    Fucking bikers and their sex appeal.
    After an hour of the boys and I do mean, the two younger boys and the big boy talked about players, cards and all the happenings of the baseball world, I finally cajoled Will into leaving so we could meet up with my mom.
    “Let’s grab some hoagies later,” Razor did not ask.
    I started to shake my head no, but Will started nodding his head yes.
    “I’m afraid that I need to take care of mom then we need to get home.”
    Crap, I didn’t mean to say that out loud.
    “I see.” He nodded at me, “Well, how about you leave Will with us and I’ll drop him off later.”
    “Oh no.” I shook my head. “I barely know you and my sister would kill me if something happened to him. You’re an uh,” I turned to look at his son. “Uh, I don’t think that would be a good idea.”
    “Boys,” Razor said sternly with his eyes still on me. “Give us a minute.”
    They scurried off to the side.
    “I’m a what?” he said.
    “A biker.”
    “So.” He was not flirting.
    “So, I’m not sure what type of shit you deal with. That’s my nephew, and I still don’t know you. So, I don’t feel comfortable leaving him with a virtual stranger. I don’t give a fuck how long you’ve lived here. All I know is that you wear a cut that says your name and title. That doesn’t tell me shit.”
    He assessed me for a bit, then pulled out his phone and called a number.
    “Razor?” A familiar woman’s voice came through the phone.
    “Yeah, I got your girl here who is saying she won’t let her nephew stay with me because she doesn’t know me. Will you vouch that I won’t kidnap the boy.”
    She started laughing and that was when I realized it was Shay.
    “Shay?” I asked.
    “Yes, girl.” She chuckled some more. “I swear you both are made for each other. Is this some crazy ass foreplay that y’all use before you finally have sex or something? Shit, just have sex. Calling me while I’m at work with y’all shit. Kylie, Razor is crazy, but he loves kids. Has one of his own, your nephew Will, will be in good hands. Now bye.”
    She hung up the phone.
    “Fine,” I snapped at him. “Have him home by ten o’clock.”
    He snatched my purse, pulled out my phone, hit some buttons and picked up his ringing phone. Once he put the phone back, he said, “Text me your address.”
    He typed something in his phone, then said, “I just texted you mine. Save my number. I’ll be using it.” He held up the phone and walked off.
    “Guys, you’re with me.”
    Will ran over to me and squeezed me tight. “Thanks so much, Auntie.”
    I ran my hands through his hair and said, “Right. I’ll see you later. Behave yourself.”
    “Okay.”
    He ran back to his new friend, and I waved at the two boys. Razor had his back to me which was unusual, because he usually watched me like a hawk.
    I probably offended him with my ‘you’re a biker’ comment.
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    M y mom stayed in bed most of the day because her treatments were so intensive. I didn’t agree with my mom about not telling anyone, because even though I was here to help her out, she needed more emotional support. This was more than a notion and that burden was bigger than I wanted to carry alone at any age of my life. They weren’t talking death or anything, but her everyday way of life had completely diminished. She didn’t go outside anymore, her skin looked hardened, and my mother always had great skin, and her

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