by Kay Maree
Looking back towards Trevor I grit my teeth getting more pissed at the fact I can't go over and see what the hell happened instead I'm stuck babysitting this fucktard and I know I just want a closer look at the girl.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I'm snapped out of my head when I realize Trevor is nowhere to be seen.
"Son of a bitch," I grit storming towards one of the guys he was talking to before.
"Where the fuck is he?" I seethe watching the young guy's eyes widen as they met mine.
"Who?"
"Your piss poor excuse of a boss," I ground out.
"He said he needed to take a leak," he shrugs and goes back to serving customers.
"Motherfucker," I grit out storming past the bar and heading straight towards the John. This little prick has some balls on him I'll give him that before I knock his teeth down his throat.
"Razor fancy a dance," Coco calls out as I pass her trying to grab my arm but I shake her off.
"Not fucking now," I grit out wondering what her fucking deal is tonight. Slamming through the men's room door it flies back into the wall and I hear the plaster split but fuck it whatever damage I cause I'll fix later after I put this fuckers head through the wall. Storming in I take in the few guys shocked expressions as they stand at the individual urinals.
"Trevor you piece of shit, get your ass out here now."
"What the fuck man?"
I ignore one of the dickheads standing there with his dick in his hands as I head towards the closed cubicle door bringing my foot up I kick the door in and the crack of the door echoes around me as the door flew into the side of the wall making the glass in the little window above shake.
"What the fuck man?" Trevor whines like a little bitch stuffing his phone into his pants pocket.
"Piece of shit!" I grunt and in one smooth move, I grab the back of his neck and slam him headfirst into the wall knocking him out cold letting him go I watch as he hits the tiles with a hard thud.
"Fuck," I spit out spinning around I see the once full space is now empty. Anger simmers just under my skin and I have to take a few deep breaths to calm my ass down. Reaching down I pull the phone from his pants pocket flipping it around in my hand before pocketing it and pulling mine out hitting Pyros number.
"What is it brother?" he shouts down the line as the music blasts around him.
"We have a situation," I spit out "come to the John and you might want to grab one of the boys to block the door and direct people to the other men's room."
"Got it brother," his no-bullshit way of answering usually pisses me off but right now I welcome it. Pocketing my phone, I reach down and drag an unconscious Trevor out of the stall by the back of his shirt and leave him lying in front of the urinals.
Pulling his phone out of my other pocket I try to see who the fuck he was talking to. Hitting his recent call list, the fucker is empty. Shit. Swiping his message app, I see that's been cleared also.
"Motherfucker," I grunt hearing Trevor begin to come to moaning like the little bitch he is, so I kick the side of his gut with the toe of my boot.
"Oof."
"What the fuck happened Razor?" Pyro chuckles as he enters the room and I catch sight of Dice standing on the other side of the door before it closes and that's when I notice the door is on a lean. Pyro sees it too and raises an eyebrow in question and I just shrug.
"So glad you think this shit is funny," I spit out waving my hand over the moaning cocksucker on the ground but I can't help shaking my head smiling.
"I took my eyes off him for a split-second and the stupid dickhead thought he could hide here I guess," I shrug running my hand over my beard blowing out a breath before I tell him the next part cause fuck knows who the fuck he contacted. Knowing this fucker, he probably contacted his contact in the Talon MC.
"What else?" Pyro asks using the tip of his boot to move Trevor's head from left to right whistling when he sees the newly formed bruise on his forehead.
"That's gotta hurt," he chuckles when dickhead comes to and tries rubbing the spot that hit the wall but quickly stops when he begins to wince.
"Fuck you," Trevor spits out.
"Tsk tsk there little rat. I wouldn't want to hurt you before you explain why you thought you could get away."
"He was on his phone when I busted in on him but the fucker is quick cause his call list and messages are empty," I throw the phone at Pyro, and he catches it one-handed before slipping it in his back pocket.
"Well, I think you should start talking rat before I make you," Pyros words come out low with a hard edge.
"Nothing to talk about so you may as well kill me."
"As pleasing as that sounds I'm sure we can think of something else to get you talking before getting to that part," the smirk that curls Pyros mouth is nothing but sinister and I have to bite back a chuckle knowing he gets off on this shit.
"Up you go fuck-stick time to take a drink," gripping one side while Pyro takes the other, we begin to drag him and before Trevor can utter another word his head is face down in one of the urinals.
"Think the fucker will talk now?" I smirk.
"I’m thinking give him another few seconds to realize he’s fucked, and we will see how we go," he shrugs as Trevor tries to rear back against our weight but he got no hope in hell getting out of our hold.
Gripping his hair, I yanked his head back hard, crouching at his side I lean back a little as he splatters out water or piss, either way, I don't want it on me.
"You ready to talk fuck wit?" I raise a brow.
Trying to catch his breath I see the defiant look in his eyes.
"Have it your way then fucker," dropping his head again I hold it in place as he tries again to pull from our hold. He squeals like a pig. Well, I think it was a squeal as he gargles whatever was in the urinal when Pyro puts a booted foot on the back of one of his legs effectively holding him in place with his full weight making me laugh.
"I think he needs a little more hydration brother," I muss.
"Well, shit. Can't have him going thirsty on us we better leave him in there longer this time," he chuckles.
“Unless you have a better idea?” he asks trying not to laugh, probably at the twisted smirk I feel curling my lips. “Fuck yeah I do.”
"Dice," I call out.
"What's up?" Dice pops his head through the broken door smirking so I guess he might have heard us.
"Good old Trevor here isn't getting enough water in his diet would you mind going and grabbing a cloth and get one of them fish bowls they use for cocktails from the bar?"
"Fuck, can't have him dying of thirst I'll be back in a sec," he calls out laughing his ass off.
"Hear that Trevor we gonna fix you up real good," I smirk as we lift his head again.
"You ready to tell me who you were talking to?"
He just stares at me before swinging his head towards Pyro. Dice comes in with the tan bar cloth and the fishbowl and I can’t help but laugh as I watch his eyes go wide when he sees them.
"Ever been waterboarded before fucker?" My voice drops deathly low and I have to grip him harder as he starts trying to get free from us but in a split-second, he is flat on his back with Pyro’s knee to the chest pinning him to the floor. His arms fly out trying to push Pyro off him but it’s no use. Shaking my head, I laugh at his attempts as I head towards Dice.
“Okay please don’t do this,” he screams out snot and shit all over his face.
Grabbing the rag out of Dice’s outstretched hand I throw it on the fuck wits face.
“Wipe your fucking face you piece of shit,” nodding vigorously he grabs the rag and begins cleaning himself up.
“Spit it out fuck wit,” Pyro growls out quickly losing patience now.
“The Talon MC,” he finally gives up the words we already knew but needed confirmation.
“Who is your contact?”
He stares at me for
a moment and even after everything we have done to him in the last hour or so a big ass smile spreads across his rat face.
“Speak,” Pyro pushes his forearm against his throat until his lips begin to turn purple, releasing some of the pressure so he can speak. My body freezes as the words seem to sing-song out of his mouth.
“Your Father,” his eyes shine at me as he laughs like a fucking maniac on crack.
“Piece of shit,” Pyro spits out before punching him across the face effectively knocking him out cold again.
“Dice let’s get this fucker cleaned up and once he is awake, we’ll tie his ass up and lock him up in the coolroom.”
“Got it brother,” Dice murmurs patting me on the shoulder as he moves past me.
“Brother, fuck this piece of shit,” Pyro murmurs standing in front of me.
“I don’t give two shits if anyone spoke to that wanker. I’m curious to find out how the fuck he managed it because that prick is paranoid as fuck and don’t talk to anyone,” I run my hand over my beard again wondering how this two-faced piece shit managed to get on daddy dearest payroll.
“We will work it out.”
I just grunt in response I have been trying to track that fucker down for years we have a score to settle, and he owes me a blood debt and I don’t give a fuck if it takes a week, a month even another couple of fucking years that debt will be paid.
CHAPTER THREE
Alexis
After a few hours of dancing and throwing drinks back like they are lolly water, we snag one of the high-top tables in the corner of the room. Taking a seat I groan at the relief I feel in my feet.
“Damn,” I murmur reaching down, sliding one of my ballet flats off and begin rubbing the sole of my foot before the other shoe joins the other and I wiggle my toes. I smile at Callie when she giggles next to me and considering the amount of alcohol we have consumed tonight we are faring pretty well.
“I think I’m gonna head home, girls,” Harlow announces as her eyes bounce around the room and I get the feeling she’s lying.
“Oh, what, why?” Tilly slurs.
“I’m not feeling one hundred percent,” again her eyes don’t reach ours. “I better try and get some sleep before I have night shift tomorrow night,” she glances down at her watch. “I mean tonight,” she laughs.
“Wait, we’ll come with you,” Holly calls out grabbing her drink and throws it back making me laugh as I push to my feet ready to head out.
Slipping my feet back into my shoes my feet begin to ache but I ignore it the best I can knowing the ache is only going to intensify as I walk. Being on my feet all day then dancing all night has my muscles screaming in protest at the thought of any more activities.
“How are you going to get home?” Ava asks pushing to her feet as well.
“It’s fine, you girls stay and enjoy the rest of the night. I’m just gonna call a cab.” She reaches over and grabs her stuff out of Peyton’s clutch, reminding me that Peyton has my keys and my phone as well. Just as I’m about to grab my stuff and follow Harlow she disappears into the crowd.
“Harlow,” I call out at the same time Callie does but I’m guessing she didn’t hear us over the music. Shaking my head, I sit back down as an uneasy feeling swims in the pit of my stomach worried she gave us the slip on purpose. Harlow is hard-headed and no matter what we say to her she won’t listen I’m amazed she even agreed to us even coming together tonight. I get what she has to do and why but that doesn’t mean we still aren't going to worry about her.
“Well, shit,” I grumble feeling my shoulders slouch. “Anybody else have the feeling she isn’t heading home,” everyone nods in agreement as the girls eyes scan the room but it’s so busy here, we would be lucky to find her. Without conscious thought, my eyes scan the area looking for Razor. Biting my lip, I quickly avert my eyes when I see him standing next to the guy Holly called Pyro earlier but what catches me off guard was the full force of his eyes were trained on me. Goosebumps break out across my arms from just the intensity from his stare at the same time a tingling feeling runs up and down my spine, automatically I sit up straighter.
“I think we need more drinks,” Peyton bounces in her seat.
“I think we may have reached our limit,” I murmur trying to concentrate on the girls and not the feeling of those eyes running all over me. I wait for the bile to rise in my throat and my palms to sweat at the thought of him touching me but it never comes. Confused I shake my head, well that’s new, I think. Snapping out of my head when Tilly sways into Holly confirming my words that we probably don’t need any more drinks I can’t help but laugh as the girls play it off as if they are dancing.
“To the bar,” Tilly cheers. Holly and Peyton follow her lead cracking up laughing as they try to hold each other up I will be amazed if they get served anything but water.
Smiling I rest my head against Callies as she leans against my shoulder, looking around the space. I tap my foot to the beat of the music against the footrest on the stool trying to work out what song is playing but I don’t know it. Giving up I go back to looking around and I can’t believe what a great night I have had. Who would have thought a biker party could actually be fun? Not once has anyone made me feel uncomfortable.
“I know it took a lot for you to come tonight, but I’m so glad you did,” Callie says breaking into my head, nudging her she lifts her face to mine smiling brightly.
“I have missed seeing you every day,” she murmurs and I see the sadness swimming in her eyes.
“I miss you too I just needed --”
“I know,” she cuts me off resting her head against my shoulder again.
I felt bad moving out of her place but I needed to learn to grow on my own and see if I was strong enough to be alone and I love that she gets that even though I know she must be lonely.
“Now that you have your own place are you going to look for a roommate?” I ask.
Shrugging as she chews on her bottom lip she sits up as the girls place fresh drinks in front of us. Well shit. Looking towards the girl’s bright smiles I just shake my head wondering how the hell they pulled that off.
“I was going to put an ad in the paper but I didn’t want some stranger living with me so I was thinking about getting a dog,” Callie says gaining my attention as she shrugs her shoulders again. “Pets are good to have,” I smile lifting my glass against hers not that I would know about having a pet but I hear people say they are good company. I know Callie loves animals to the point where she started her own dog grooming business about six months ago and as far as I know she does pretty well for herself.
“We’ll see,” she smiles as something catches her attention over my shoulder, swinging around I look to what caught her eye. A guy leans over the bar. His long hair hangs around his face, so I can’t see it but I must admit the back view ain't bad. I shake my head when I see the leather cut he’s wearing and I can’t help but watch as it rides up his back a little flashing black ink.
Groaning what is it with us girls and the biker’s tonight. Ava must have heard my groan cause she just shakes her head shrugging like she doesn’t understand it either.
“Peyton, I need your eyeliner,” Callie rushes out from beside me as she reaches out swiping the napkin up that’s sitting in front of me snapping my attention back to her.
“What are you doing?” Ava asks as Callie grabs the eyeliner pencil off Peyton and quickly starts writing her number on the napkin.
“Oh God, Callie, who the hell are you giving your number to?” I murmur nudging my shoulder against hers.
“Stop you’re gonna make me stuff up,” she grunts making me laugh as her tongue sticks out the side of her mouth as she tries to write neatly and I can’t blame her, considering how much we have had to drink tonight. I’m amazed she can see what the hell she is doing.
“You look like a little kid when you do that,” Ava laughs pointing at her mouth.
“Shhh I�
�m con-cen-trat-ing,” she breaks up the word making me laugh harder.
“I think our little Callie bear has her eyes on one very sexy biker that resembles a rock god with that long hair and ink that seems to travel all the way up those arms of his,” Holly sing-songs swaying left to right on her chair catching herself on the table as she nearly hits the floor.
“Woah,” she gasps out before cracking up laughing.
“Perfect,” Callie cheers jumping to her feet, her chair flies back but luckily Ava was standing there as she catches it before it hits the ground.
“Callie wait,” I call out alarm rings clear in my voice, but she ignores me as she rushes to said biker before he hits the set of stairs.
“Well damn,” I murmur.
“Fuck she’s quick,” Tilly laughs.
I watch the sway of her black hair and the little bunny tail bounce with each step as she makes it to the bottom step and I can just imagine the smile on her face. My heart picks up speed not sure what to expect, but if I know Callie, she is probably confessing her love right this minute and probably freaking him out. I watch as he takes her in from head to toe as a smirk kisses his lips. That must be a good sign, right? I wonder. Callie would have to be the closest thing I have to a sister and I know how lonely she was growing up. Don't get me wrong her parents love her, but they are kind of flaky and weren’t really around when she really needed them. That’s where us girls came in and picked up the space they couldn’t fill. Sure, she was given everything growing up but I know deep down all she wanted was their time.
