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 forward 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.