Razors M.C. Zero to 100 mph #2

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“Got my attention now Ryn”.

“Kam-Ryn”, she said through gritted teeth, grabbing the chair with all her might, having no luck with moving it in any way.

“We can do this real easy girl. I can ease up ... or not”, Beetle said, his manner easy but his stance ready and waiting like a hungry piranha.

“Not! I’m not a quitter Beetle, I don’t take anything not earnt”.

“Suits me Sweetling, take all the time you want. Gonna appreciate that nectar at the end of all this and a good fuckin’ sleep”, he said looking anything but tired.

Kam could feel the perspiration all over her body, her exertion a wasted attempt if she didn’t get what she wanted.

“Let me go home”.

“No!”

“At least fix my bike”.

“Now we’re getting somewhere”.

“Tell everyone your still on the market”.

Beetle jerked the chair, the legs now above the bar and below the thick polished wood, pressing more firmly against Kamryn’s chest and abdomen.

Her legs now kicking up and hitting the backrest of the chair.

“You realise your closer”, said Kam swinging her left arm with lightning, fast speed, near missing Beetles face. His quick reflexes helping him to jerk his face back by mere inches.

“A lefty ... just making me hard Ryn”, he said smiling, his eyes damn near black with arousal. “Figure some of my own cuffs will deal with that little problem”, he added nodding at her clenched fists.

“That would be too easy. Fight me!” she challenged instead feeling the press from the metal bar squashing her chest more painfully.

“You’re a stubborn shite”. Beetle added noticing her pained face when she tried to breathe. “Truce!”

“No! I want my bike fixed and I don’t want people gossiping about me. They have no right”.

“Accepted!”

“You can’t stop gossip!” Kam said disbelievingly. Shaking her head, her eyes rolling upwards before she looked back at Beetle.

“My word, my honor Ryn. Anyone who breaks my word will answer to me”, he said seriously, easing up on the pressure slightly, even he couldn’t believe she endured the game as long as she did. Grown men would have been howling by now!

“... and my bike?”

Beetle smiled, easing up some more.

“After I fuck you first then sleep”.

“Sleep first”, she said pulling the chair back against herself as an act of defiance.

The room had slowly filled with members who had showered, come in from a long night or wanted something to eat, all listening with bated breath.

“You cunts heard. As witnesses to my word ..."Beetle said not looking away from Kamryn “... anyone below my ranking who breaks my order, answers to me”.

Kam smiled and blinked a couple of times, not in a cutesy kind of way but an ‘I got what I wanted’ kind of way.

“Hi Sweetling. See you’ve already had breakfast”, he said, repeating what he had said earlier. “Gonna get me some shut eye. We’ll talk later yeah!”

“Yeah!” she offered, allowing Beetle to lower the chair. “Might take me a look around some more, get inspired by this excellent blacksmithing”.

Beetle just threw the chair aside and grabbed Ryn around her throat drawing her in, smashing his mouth against hers. Kissing her hungrily like he was drawing life quenching thirst into his blood stream, his dick paying full attention in his jeans.

Grabbing her hand, Beetle made her cup his manhood, squeezing her hand beneath his.

“Feel this Sweetling, when I wake, he wants a license for an in. You with me,” he whispered against her lips.

“My snatch is too much for your junk Beetle, better last longer than before”, she said scratching her nails steadily along his rod, catching when she got to his zipper.

“Accepted”, was all he said kissing her again.

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The place was quiet, most men had gone to their own homes or slept in the spare rooms, Beetle was in his - theirs.

Checking out the kitchen and seeing all the amazing appliances Kam felt disappointed that her breakfast was such a flop. There was a huge double glassed door refrigerator, two gigantic deep freezers.

Probably for dead bodies she thought ...

One stainless steel island used for prep, deep sinks at either end of another stainless-steel work bench, utensils, pots, deep fryers, and shelving upon shelving full of supplies.

Cupboards which she ignored, drawers too.

Grabbing an apple from a wicker basket full of fruit, she left and went searching some more.

Rounding the outside at the rear of the building, she saw a white van parked under an awning. The front driver's side door was open and a pair of jean clad legs with bare feet.

“Having trouble?” she asked, the feet jolting slightly before they rested on the gravel.

“Yeah! Dropped the keys”, said a deep masculine voice.

“That you can do on your own”, she said laughing, walking up to the open door trying to look over a leather back.

“I’m Kamryn”.

“Timber”, he said fiddling beneath the console of the van, not bothering to extricate himself for a proper greeting.

“You big oaf, do you want me to look?” she asked taking another bite of her apple.

“Nah! I’ll have it in a sec”, he said staying in place.

“I thought you said you dropped your keys?”

Something felt really wrong. He was not very friendly bent over the way he was, and he didn't appear to have dropped his keys, so Ryn took a step back, then back again.

“Yeah well! I’ll leave you with it”, she said but it was too late.

The man stood and swung his arm around pointing a battered pistol in her face, the little lever on top was pulled back which meant all he had to do was squeeze the trigger.

‘One on one, no one can outmaneuver a ninja unless they have a gun!’

"You're frightening me Timber. All I was doing was offering you a hand, no need to pull a gun on me", Kam said not recognising the man who stood before her.

He wore a cut with Timber embroidered across the back, right below the Razors emblem, but it didn't fit him at all. The arms were too short, and the waist had no chance of meeting in the middle.

His face was all bloodied and bruised, so were his hands and neck.

"Shut your mouth whore. Don't speak. Don't do anything stupid. Now turn around", he said viciously.

"But my apple", she asked looking down at her hand.

"Are you a dumb fucktard as well. I said turn around", he said waving the piece in front of her face.

"Do you need a doctor?" she asked, trying to think quickly while acting like a simpleton. Lifting her hand to take another bite of her apple, even though it tasted like dry tissue as she chewed.

"You really are a dimwit. Get in the driver's seat and don't fucking move", he ordered.

"Are you going to take me for a drive", she asked dragging the toe of her boot in the dirt, making semi-circles over and over.

"Christ! I'll take you for a drive if you shut the fuck up", he said pulling at his hair with his spare hand.

"I've got a brush if you have knots", she said taking another bite.

Think Kam, think.

Think!

Think!

Two feet away, the doors in the way. Can't kick him in the face. Need a run up, he's too tall. Aim for the knees, he's got a gun! Punch him in the stomach. He's got a gun!

Take a step closer.

Take a step back.

He's got a gun!

"Timber why have you got a gun? Want some of my apple?" she asked extending her hand.

"If you shut up I'll start the car and take you for a drive. Ok? You simple shit", he added looking back at the wires he had just exposed beneath the console of the van.

"Fine", Kam huffed trying to control her breathing, looking anywhere but at the gun which was still pointed at her face, so she rolled her eyes.

"Now get in ... " he said exasperated, his swollen eye now weeping down his cheek "... I'll even let you drive. Have you got a license?"

"No way!" Kam breathed, making the very suggestion sound bad. "I'm only allowed to sit".

"Then for the last time, on the count of three get in the van", he said nodding at the passenger seat.

"Ok. Just let me finish my apple. I'm not allowed to eat food inside a car and mum says I'm not allowed to waste food", Kam said sitting down in the dirt.

"For Gods sakes you imbecile", he said turning his back on Ryn to look down at the wires he had exposed.

When he realised she wasn't going to move, he began twisting the bare copper ends, the engine revving to life.

That's when Kamryn did her damage, pulling out her own knife from inside her sock she slashed the back of both ankles severing his Achilles.

With a wail he swung around with a closed fist, hoping to hit Kam for inflicting such excruciating pain, stepping forward only to fall in a slump, his feet no longer able to weight bare.

Kam was still crouched, her weapon clenched tightly between her thumb and fingers, the extended blade sliced again when she brought her arm back towards her chest, protecting herself when he went to grab her arm.

With adrenalin and fear Kam sliced through his palm nearly severing his fingers, swinging outwardly with an extended arm she split his cheek and divided his nose right in the middle.

Blood was gushing into his mouth, his teeth looked stained with red, the side of his face had a gaping hole, exposing an ugly openness of raw bone beneath his flesh.

One more slash, back and forth, she lost count. Falling back on her bum she shuffled away as fast as she could, bringing her knees up to her chest, rocking back and forth, back and forth.

That's how Spanner and Edge found her, rocking silently back and forth.

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