Razer's Ride

by Jamie Begley

  “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.

  “Yeah, was the hand that was playing with her titty imaginary? Anyone of these fucks do that to one of my bitches, I’m gonna cut his hand off.” Killyama believed in giving fair warning. She leaned back in her seat when the Destructors lost their admiring expressions.

  Evie tried to make up some lost ground. She was losing to these biker bitches and she was getting more and more pissed off.

  “No it wasn’t imaginary, Razer had to prove she meant nothing to him. Memphis had already tried to kill her twice. We had to make him believe he was in the clear after Bedford was arrested or he would never have made a clear move against us. We had to have proof he betrayed the club. We couldn’t take someone outside the club’s word as proof without evidence,” Evie explained in front of everyone. Talking club business in front of others was breaking a rule, but they owed Beth an explanation, but she wouldn’t give them the opportunity and truthfully, Evie didn’t blame her.

  “So instead you betrayed Beth. She’s not club so she didn’t matter.” Killyama threw the explanation back in Evie’s face.

  “She matters.” This time it was Razer who spoke.

  “Not enough,” Crazy Bitch answered. “But I have a question I need answered.” Turning to Beth she asked. “The one with all the tats, he do anything to hurt you because my fingers are dying to see how far down those tatts go.”

  Shade just stood there ignoring the woman, keeping his expression bland. Beth could have sworn she saw a trace of worry fleetingly in his eyes.

  Beth was unable to stop herself. “No he is the best of the bunch. Never saw him laying a hand on the women. Never drunk, didn’t see him at the parties. I have no problem with Shade.” Beth gave him a saccharine smile. She had told him she would pay him back for stopping her from leaving the house that day. It had taken a while, but she had gotten her revenge.

  The Last Riders mouth dropped open to a man and woman. Even though they knew she was throwing Shade under the bus, they could tell she believed what she said.

  Natasha couldn’t prevent the laughter bubbling from her throat, the other women from the club started laughing also. “Are you serious? He’s the wor…” Her voice was cut of immediately.

  “Shut-up.” Shade said, promising retribution if one woman spoke another word.

  “Damn, you had to go and blow it telling her to shut-up. Don’t let him talk to you that way bitch. Still, if you fuck as good as you look, I could always tape your mouth shut.”

  “You aren’t going to be touching nothing of his bitch. Get on the back of my bike, we are leaving,” a biker behind Ace yelled.

  “I am not going anywhere with you Joker. We are going to Beth’s house after we get done here. Sex Piston is going to cut her hair.”

  “No she is not.” Razer and Beth spoke at the same time.

  Throwing a dirty look at Razer, she reminded her friends. “I was going to make an appointment next week remember?”

  “I am going to save you the trip.” Sex Piston said. Slamming her drink down on the table, sloshing what little was left over the side of the glass.

  “She’s going home with me. You’re not touching her hair,” Razer warned.

  “I am not going home with you.” Beth argued.

  “Yes you are,” Razer said between gritted teeth.

  “No, I am not.”

  “Beth is not going anywhere with you.” Crazy Bitch put her arm across the back of Beth’s chair. The rest of the biker bitches also scooted their chairs closer to Beth.

  “Back off,” Evie cautioned.

  “Listen to the bitch.” Crazy Bitch taunted the men.

  “I was talking to you,” Evie said, stepping closer to the woman, practically sitting on Beth’s lap.

  “Evie.” Natasha tried to pull Evie back.

  “Who are you?” Sex Piston asked

  “Natasha.”

  “What kind of name is that?”

  “I haven’t really been given a nickname yet.”

  “You the new member Viper fucked a couple of weeks ago and you let Beth think it was Razer?”

  Natasha flushed, letting Evie’s arm go.

  “Viper didn’t want anyone to know he was in town.”

  “Instead, it was easier to stick a knife in Beth’s back. I can think of several names for you. But first there is something I wanna know, been wondering ever since they walked in the door. He fuck as good as he looks?” She pointed to Viper.

  Natasha laughed. “Better.”

  “Damn.”

  “Don’t matter how he fucks, none of you bitches are going to find out. Hell, he is keeping his own clubhouse of pussy warm, he’s not getting mine. Now get on the fucking bikes!” Ace’s face turned a mottled red.

  It was The Last Riders looking at the other club in sympathy as the women just sat at the table ignoring the men.

  “That’ s it.” Ace moved fo
rward to grab Sex Piston, who threw her drink glass at him. When he dodged it, he accidently shoved Knox who shoved back. Taking it as an aggressive move, one of Ace’s men punched Knox. From there, complete and utter pandemonium ensued. Beth sat at the table in astonishment as the two clubs began fighting, taking their frustration with the women out on each other. Beth was almost thrown out of her chair as Evie ripped Crazy Bitch’s arm off of her; the two women began fighting. Beth jumped up from the table when Sex Piston grabbed Natasha by the hair and slammed her face on the table.

  “Which of these bitches is Bliss, I am going to take care of her tonight too.” Sex Piston asked.

  “Uh. I don’t think she’s here,” Beth answered, searching through the crowd.

  “Lucky bitch. I will have to deal with her later then.” Beth watched helplessly as she lifted Natasha by her hair and face slammed her again.

  “Sex Piston, I think you’re hurting her.” Beth finally made an attempt to stop her.

  “Leave her alone Beth. Let us deal with this.” T.A. said with Jewell in a stranglehold.

  “Stop. I don’t want them hurt.” The bar was now engulfed in fighting between both sexes. Bodies were flying; furniture being broken and the screams were as loud as the blaring music.

  “Shit, we ain’t going to hurt them much, just teach them not to mess with you or they are to deal with us.” T.A. replied, shaking a stunned Jewel. “What did she do?”

  “Uh…nothing?” Beth couldn’t think with all the bodies flying around the bar.

  Before Beth could say another word, Razer had Beth by the waist and was throwing her over his shoulder. The Last Riders made a path for him to the door by simply throwing the Destructors out of the way.

  “Put me down.”

  “Bring her back” Killyama screamed over the loud brawling.

  Beth was barely able to lift herself up, the last thing she saw was the bar completely destroyed. Evie had gained the upper hand over Sex Piston and had her down on the floor on her stomach and was sitting on her back with her arms pulling her arm backward. Natasha also was lifting a vase that was on the table and used it to bash Sex Piston into releasing her.

  Outside, Razer saw the car where Evie must have parked it in a hurry. It was blocking the bikes. She knew never to do that, but knew she must have been worried about Beth to make such a stupid mistake.

  Beth’s small hands beating on his back brought him the understanding that he wasn’t going to ride with her struggling on his bike. Opening the driver’s door, he shoved her across the seat and got in behind the driver’s wheel. Seeing that Evie had been smart enough to leave the keys in the ignition, he started the car and started to pull out of the lot when the sheriffs and two deputies cars were pulling in.

  “Let me out!” Beth yelled.

  “Sit back. I am taking you home.”

  Beth sat back in a huff. Crossing her arms over her chest she sat there in disdainful silence right up to the point Razer passed her turnoff and was obviously headed to his house.

  “Obviously you passed my house. Stop and let me out. I can walk home.”

  “You are not going to your house. That crazy bitch is not going near your hair.”

  “Crazy Bitch wasn’t going to cut my hair. Sex Piston was, she is a hair stylist.”

  “One of those bitch’s is actually named Crazy Bitch?”

  “Yes.”

  “Which one was she?”

  “The one sitting next to me with her arm around my shoulders.”

  “Figures.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “It means I know how she got her nickname. Why in the fuck would you want to hang with someone named Crazy Bitch and Sex Piston?”

  “Oh I don’t know, probably the same way I let a guy named Razer fuck me over,” Beth said sarcastically.

  “I didn’t fuck you over. I protected you. We decided that it was the best way to keep you safe.”

  “We?”

  “The eight original members. They set the rules for the club.”

  “I see, the club decided that I needed protection from Memphis, and that you fucking Bliss would send that message. Well, Memphis believed it, as I am sitting safe and sound in this car. Mission accomplished. Job well done. Why is it safe to tell me now?”

  “Memphis made his move. He tried to blow the factory and the house up. That gave us all the proof we needed.”

  “He tried to kill everyone?”

  “Yes.”

  “But why?”

  “The insurance money.”

  “Well, I am glad you guys were able to stop him before anyone else was hurt. I will have to tell the sheriff not to forget I want to press charges on him for tampering with my brakes and hurting Lily.”

  “Didn’t turn him in to the sheriff. The club handled it.”

  Beth swallowed, she didn’t want to know how the club handled Memphis’s betrayal. Razer pulled into the driveway of the house and smoothly parked the car in its normal spot. Getting out of the car, he opened the passenger door. Reaching inside he took Beth’s arm trying to pull her resisting body out of the car.

  “I am not going to go inside that house ever again. Take me home.” Beth slapped at his restraining hold and found herself effortlessly pulled from the car and once again her stomach on his shoulder. Ignoring her demands, Razer packed her inside of the house and up the flight of steps to his room. Inside, he flipped on the light switch before dropping Beth on her back onto the soft mattress.

  Beth tried to scoot off the mattress, but found her ankle in his firm hold, pulling her inexplicably to him standing next to the bed. Her ankle was released and she found her legs lifted to his shoulder, as her pussy was plastered to the front of his jeans. The hard length of him encased behind his jeans had her panties dampening, not listening to the recriminations her mind was demanding to dampen her building desire.

  “Stop wiggling or I am not going to be able to wait.”

  “I am not doing this Razer.”

  Beth’s frantic movements increased and she felt her legs lower and wrapped around his waist as he leant forward, covering her body with his pausing long enough to remove his shirt. His lips gently covered hers. Thrown off guard, Beth’s struggles slowed. Razer explored her mouth as if he had never kissed her before. Her lips unconsciously widened under his subtle guidance. His tongue seared the warm recess of her mouth, creating warmth that was beginning to melt the ice she had encased herself in since she had seen him holding Bliss.

  At the remembrance, Beth’s struggles found new life and she tore her lips from his. Razer didn’t accept defeat and tracing her jawline with the tip of his tongue, he nuzzled into her neck with nibbling kisses and when that didn’t work, he sucked a small bit of flesh in his mouth to leave a mark.

  A tear slid down her check to drop in to the curve of her neck. Razer raised his head to see her crying, feeling the torn response she was trying not to give him.

  He leaned back, sitting on his knees beside the bed and pulled Beth into an upright position her legs on each side of his lean body. Carefully, his hand went to the bottom of her dress, which had been pooled around her waist from her struggles. Pulling it upwards, he pulled it off her body with struggle. Beth sat before him in a lacy black bra and tiny matching panties.

  Her hands lifted to grab her dress and Razer tossed it to the floor. “I am not going to fuck you Razer. You can’t make me” she said defiantly. Razer hid his smile, noting her nipples were hard nubs clearly visible through her thin bra and even through the dark material of her panties he could see she was wet for him. But Razer didn’t want to hurt her pride. He had done that for the last time. It was time for his pride to take the hit and Razer didn’t try to make it easy on himself.

  He took her hand from in front of her, straightening them and twisting them to where he could see the marks on both sides of her arms. Nausea drowned out the desire in his balls. Counting carefully, he counted the tiny scars on her arms. He counted six sets
of punctures wounds.

  “Kitten.” He said through a thickened voice.

  “Razer?” Ignoring her, he stood up and pulled her up before him, turning her around, he smoothly undid her bra while ignoring her grabbing it and holding it to cover her breasts. How he had never noticed it he didn’t know. Feeling ashamed, he lowered his head and kissed the faded silvery scars that traced her back intermittently. When he turned her back to facing him, he gently pushed her back down into a sitting position on the side of the bed.

  Not trying to take away the loosened bra, Razer searched her body thoroughly and was about to stop, thinking he had found all the scars her sick bastard of a father had inflicted on her when a thought struck him. He lifted her feet and seeing the smooth flesh, he started to place them back on the floor, but the rough texture stopped him. Lifting them, Beth fell back on the bed on her elbows.

  “Sweet, sweet kitten.” Razer blinked back the unmanly tears that pooled in his eyes. The bottom of her feet was a mess. There were so many scars there was no beginning and no end. Blending in to each other the hours of torture she had withstood plainly visible on the flesh of her feet.

  “What did he make you stand on?”

  “Razer?”

  “What did he make you stand on?” he gritted out.

  Beth sighed “Nails. He said God bore the pain for the sins of mankind. I could bear it for the sins I committed.”

  “If he wasn’t dead, God as my witness, I would kill him.”

  “It was a long time ago. Did Cash tell you? He knew about the bites, and the strap, but he didn’t know about the nails. No one knew, he only started doing that after the Sheriff threatened him. He bragged at how the Sherriff wouldn’t think to look there.”

  “Why didn’t you go to the Sheriff and tell him. You went to him when your father beat Lily. Why not when he started doing this?”

  “Because he didn’t do this to Lily. I told him I would tell. He left Lily alone other than being overly strict.”

  “Why not stop him from hurting you, not just Lily.”