Razer's Ride
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“Nothing” her tone belying her words. “I just can make it better. You know sexier, like ours.” Beth stared at their teased and tortured hair. Looking much different than the first time she had met them.
“I am busy next week. I haven’t hired anyone yet to replace Evie. I have several interviews to fit in also. Hopefully one of them will work out and will be able to start immediately.”
Sex Piston shrugged. “You got scissors at your house?”
Beth knew where this was going and tried to nip it in the bud. “No.”
Sex Piston took a large sip of her drink. “That’s okay. I will stop at a convenience store and buy a pair.”
Beth knew when she was beat. “I will call Monday and make an appointment.” A sober Sex Piston working on her hair was better than a drunk Sex Piston.
“That’s my girl.”
Beth watched as one by one, the women were asked to dance. Even Beth was surprised to be asked and was just returning from a rigorous two step when she looked at the doorway and experienced déjà vu. The difference this time was, it was not Razer’s motorcycle club, but the Destructors.
Beth heard Crazy Bitch who was sitting next to her mutter. “This is not going to be good.”
Beth swallowed a large sip of her own drink, for the first time getting a good look at the rough bikers and agreed wholeheartedly.
 
Chapter 21
 
Razer was going up to his room alone, the night was early, but he was in no mood to party. Not that the others were in much of a mood either. The members were mainly playing pool or watching a new release on the new television Shade had brought home that afternoon.
His cell phone ringing stopped him mid-step.
“Razer.”
“Razer, this is Mick. You home?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Thought you would want to know we got a couple guys in here that were in The Pink Slipper. Left because some bikers came in and started arguing with their bitches.”
“Why would I care? We don’t want a turf war over The Pink Slipper. They can have that pussy bar.”
“I didn’t think you would be concerned over turf, thought you might be concerned that your woman was sitting in the middle of it.”
“I don’t… ” Razer started to say before realization dawned on him. “Beth is there?”
“That’s what I am saying. She was there with the bitches and the men rolled in an hour later. Sound familiar?”
“It’s a fucking set-up.”
“Yeah.”
Razer hung up on Mick, going back down the steps. The members in the room watched curiously as he went to the closet and pulled on the club’s leather jacket.
“Going somewhere?” Shade asked
“Going to The Pink Slipper.“
“What the fuck for?”
“To get something that belongs to me.” He answered grimly, putting on his leather gloves.
Razer took the lead, there were thirty club members at his back when he turned into the pussy bar to find just as many bikes already parked.
Razer and his brothers walked into the bar. It didn’t take long for Razer to locate Beth. She was sitting at a large table with four biker chicks sitting close to her while the rest of the table and chairs were filled with bikers, others stood blocking the table.
Beth couldn’t hide her frightened expression and the other women were arguing with the men.
Razer with Viper, Shade, Cash, Knox, and Rider at his side moved to the table. The rest of The Last Riders followed behind. The patrons of the bar started motioning the waitress for their bills, the other half were raking cash out of purses and wallets throwing it down on the table not waiting for their tickets. The menace coming from both groups of the bikers were giving lethal warnings to each other.
Beth’s eyes widened when she saw the approaching menace filled Razer.
“Beth.”
“Razer?”
“Let’s go.”
“Bitch isn’t going no where with you or your men.” Her eyes snapped to the man sitting beside her at the table. “You both need to get back on your machines and leave us to our fun.” A bitch with her hair teased and crazy eyes answered for Beth.
“Beth let’s go, not telling you again.” Beth’s eyes narrowed in anger.
“You don’t have the right to tell me shit. Crazy Bitch is right, you guys need to leave us alone. We were minding our own business until everyone interfered.”
“Minding what was in the pants of those pussy’s you bitches were dancing with when we showed up.” Razer didn’t recognize him from the gas station, but figured from the way he talked and acted that he was the leader.
“Don’t care what you think Ace. We came to celebrate my shop opening Monday. The same one you, and none of you assholes wanted to help paint or do shit to help with. Don’t want you guys here tonight, you don’t deserve to be part of our party.”
“Didn’t see that douche bag you had your tongue down his throat doing any hammering there either.”
“Yeah well, he was going to do plenty later tonight,” Sex Piston taunted “Was he, or were they?” He jerked his head towards Razer’s club. “Did you plan on hitting their clubhouse next?” Ace asked in a menace-laden voice.
“You kidding me? We were going to fuck around, not betray the club. If we were going to do that, we would have picked one worth the punishment of breaking a rule.”
“Did she just put us down?” Knox asked.
“Yes she did, dumbass.” Sex Piston mocked.
Evie, Dawn, Jewell, and Natasha pushed to the front of the men, standing by their club members.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Viper questioned.
“Loker James?” Beth questioned, not sure the man standing in front beside Razer was indeed Ton’s son. He bore no resemblance, even his facial features, which were the same, had changed. His already hardened features were an expressionless mask. He wasn’t wearing a suit, but tight leather pants, boots, and a t-shirt with a leather vest.
A gasp from a nearby table had everyone turning to Winter Simmons’ table where she was sitting with the PTA, avidly listening to every word being spoken.
“He’s Viper,” Evie explained, now that Vincent Bedford was arrested, there was no longer any need to hide his identity.
Beth sat not knowing what to think. Completely oblivious to the menace radiating back and forth between the two motorcycle groups.
“Well that’s none of my business, is it?” Beth said picking up her drink with a trembling hand.
“To answer your question, if Beth was in trouble we were going to be here to help,” Evie answered Viper’s question and ignored Beth’s.
“Who the fuck are you?” Killyama asked.
“Evie,” she answered in her toughest voice.
“You the bitch who left Beth high and dry? Damn girl, you got balls to stand there after you fucked her man, then watched her man fuck these other bitches.”
The other club was beginning to look at The Last Rider’s members with dawning respect.
“How you manage that man, my bitch would cut my balls off in my sleep, if I touched another bitch.”
“We did it to protect her. We had a brother who was a crazy fuck, the only way we could protect her was to put space between us,” Razer answered.