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.
“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.”