Razors M.C. Zero to 100 mph #2

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Beetle got the gist of what those three useless pricks had said to the sexy little biker and felt slight remorse, slight because she got the better of him: on this occasion.

He planned on finding out who she was and where she lived. More importantly, why she was there?

Razor's don't take too kindly to strangers if they have an ulterior motive, one that opposes their own.

Racing off the way she did, she must have been shittin' her panties, he thought smirking to himself. Actually, most guilty parties do when they're getting chased by the big fella. Now that made him laugh...

"You thinking about that biker chic?" asked Frost sitting at the bar next to him.

"Hmmm".

She managed to leave him in her wake, having the balls or in this case a hoo haa, plus have the audacity to press her toot tooting horn - twice. Balls alright, all grunt and bravado for a hoo haa, that's for sure.

Finishing his beer Beetle pushed the empty mug forward for another and turned to Frost to change the subject of his thoughts.

"We did good bro. Stone's pleased. Works good. Place looks amazing".

"Are you? Seems to me getting out run and out played by that situation earlier has you doin' some thinking".

"For fucks sake. Just changed the subject in my head and you have to bring it back up," Beetle complained, taking a long chug of his drink.

Frost rubbed at the rough growth on his cheek before copying Beetle by taking a few big gulps of his own drink.

"Gotta admit, didn't see her face but heard she was gorgeous".

"Surprised no one noticed her then, before she kicked those two fuckers out cold".

"I missed her moves. Too busy makin' sure I had good heads on the beers I was pouring. Apparently, she told the third fucker who avoided getting a whoopin'. Fuckin' gutless prick, 'to mind their manners', of all things".

"Before or after she was sprinting through the door".

"Before man. Geez I wish I'd seen. China was impressed. Kung Fu fuckin' Panda said he sat there speechless, that's kinda impressive".

"All I saw was the second guy falling south", Frost smirked, drinking some more.

"They must have been big guys to that slip of a thing".

"Then you must have seemed massive ya' big lug. Chasin'a poor slip of a thing the way you did".

"Fuck off dickhead. I'm gonna go talk to China and Sonya," Beetle said sipping the dregs at the bottom of his glass before picking up a freshly poured one, compliments of Hodgee. One of the new prospects in training.

"About that chic?"

"Yeah cunt! About that chic", Beetle said a little too angrily.

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"I told you I don't need your assistance. You being here is intimidating all of my regular clients", said Sebastian glaring at Reeves, President of Westside M.C. "I don't need your protection or presence; I have adequate security manning doors and the floors".

"Listen. I have it on good authority a certain someone has been roughing up your women and that certain someone is of particular interest in something I'm involved in, personally!"

"Who? Who the fuck could I possibly have frequenting my club that would interest you? And No! No girls are getting man handled or hurt", Seb said exasperated.

The confines of his office suffocating with Reeves and two of his men crowding Seb's space, even sitting behind his desk felt claustrophobic.

In the past two weeks Reeve's had literally taken over three of his establishments while expecting to be served free drinks. To their credit they haven't interfered or touched any of his girl's, so far, but the waiting staff and security have made numerous complaints.

"Someone politically connected", Reeve's said hoping Seb would drop a name. A name he was not given as yet because the son-of-a-bitch who stabbed him hadn't fucken given one.

'Start running', was all he was told.

His shoulder still hurt thanks to the President at Razors, but he had it on good authority that Stone's women had been raped by someone politically connected, that also included one of his own prospects. A nut case named scar, who is now lying beneath a pile of ash.

If his assumptions were correct, he'd be doing Stone a favor and create an in for his club to do more trade with one of the countries formidable One percenter's.

Sebastian knew instantly who Reeve's was referring to, that specific person in power and his pathetic son. Yes, Max had come in at intervals and made a scene, but nothing untoward.

He handed over a lot of money to enjoy what Sebastian had on offer, he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth even if he did rape Mallie Campese, that beautiful young girl who Sebastian had sex with, taking her virginity while he was at it.

He already felt like the biggest cunt, he didn't need other people reminding him of that fact.

"Listen. Reeve's. I don't need your help. I don't want your help. Look, have free drinks and enjoy what's on offer at no expense, but then leave. Don't come back unless you want to pay for the privilege".

Seb sat back in his chair, trying to hold his temper at bay so he didn't rile up this scary old man wearing a leather jacket covered in patches of material and words representing his own club, the same type of jacket the two standing behind him wore.

"I've been a reasonable man but that ain't how it's going to happen. That person of interest is a cunt. Are you going to be a cunt too".

He already was!

"What do you want with this person of interest?" Seb asked pouring himself a generous amount of scotch while ignoring his guests.

"Need to make sure he doesn't take advantage of your girls".

"Right! And by not taking advantage, you mean ...?" Seb asked allowing the burn of his drink to soothe his frustration.

"Give me the Senators surname and I'll leave. I'll make sure I catch his boy behaving poorly some place else. But give me that cunts name first".

Sebastian knew this was a bad idea. Firstly, he was paying that Senator three hundred thousand per annum because his ex-stepdaughter / ex-communicated fool of a girl decided to implicate herself in something horrendous.

By horrendous, Senator Mike Sheffield had now obtained video evidence of his ex-stepdaughter Christie slipping GHB into a drink which was then handed over to Mallie Campese. Five men then raped Mal which Christie had orchestrated. Hence the three hundred k.

Secondly, that something horrendous involved the Senator's son Maximillion Sheffield, Christie's ex-boyfriend Dwayne the cunt Thornbury and three other weak dipshits.

Thirdly, the video evidence was handed over by Seb's nemesis Bastion O'Rourke who was now doing business with a rival club of Eastside's named Razors.

So fucking complicated, thought Sebastian sighing.

The President of Razors is Mallie's current partner and protector. A man by the name of Stone, who Seb had heard, vowed vengeance on everyone involved with his old woman's scandal. That also included Seb and it all started because of Christie.

'M'eudail', Seb mumbled, not realising he just voiced his thoughts.

"You know more than you let on cunt. Give me that name?" Reeve's pressed, hearing the name Stone called his old woman whispered from another man's lips.

"It's complicated. This son could unravel something bigger than you realise".

"Now I'm not asking Mr. O'Rourke," said Reeves pulling a piece from the back of his jacket and pointing it directly at Seb's face.

Reeve's left ten minutes later a very happy man while Seb was sporting a split lip and a mild concussion.

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