“Didn’t need to, the Sheriff told us you were fine.” Razer gave a negligent shrug. “Since we found out who was responsible for stealing the money, we can open the factory. The other members came in from Ohio, so we have been busy celebrating.”
“I see that.”
“Actually, I am glad you showed up.” Evie got up from Cash’s lap and opened the closet, dragging out Beth’s suitcase and a large canvas bag. Bringing both to Beth. “I was going to bring this down to your house later today. Since the factory is going to open full-time, I don’t need the extra work. My folders and keys are in the bag. Crash could you take these to Beth’s car for her?”
Crash rose from the chair, picking up the suitcase and the bag leaving the room. His look saying he was glad to escape the upcoming confrontation. Beth wanted to escape with her pride also, but was determined to see it through to the bitter end.
“Can I talk to you in private for a few minutes?” she asked Razer.
“No need, look there is no reason to make this hard Beth. I let you crash here while there was a hit out on you, but now it’s over. We both had a good time, but I need my space back. Kinda need my room.” His hand dropped to delve between Bliss’s thighs. Her head fell back to his shoulder, her thighs spread wider.
Beth closed her eyes. “Please Razer, I can…” pleading blue eyes stared into his emotionless ones.
“Listen bitch, I don’t know how much more blunt I have to be, but here goes. We had fun, but I don’t want or need a permanent roommate. I like variety in my pussy and I can see the way you look at me that you are getting too attached. I don’t want attachments, what I do want again, is pussy. Offered you a place to stay that was safe while you needed it, you don’t need it anymore. The bad guy is in jail, so you’re safe. You can go home and I can have my room back.”
Razer stood up, holding Bliss who wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. “Now if you will excuse us, I am going to my room and see if her pussy is as tight as yours was when I popped your cherry.” With those last cutting words, Razer gave her his back, carrying a clinging Bliss up the stairs with him. Beth stood there a few seconds after she heard his door close. Forcing the nausea in her throat down, and several deep breaths later; she pasted a fake smile on her face and left the house with everyone in the room a witness to her humiliation. In her car, she started it aware of several eyes watching her from the house, but carefully drove home.
Beth didn’t remember the drive, only realizing what she was doing when she sat down on the couch.
She didn’t know how long she sat there before a knock brought her back to awareness. Automatically, she answered the door to find the Sheriff’s wife outside.
“Beth, you look horrible. I can’t believe they released you so soon. If I had realized you looked so bad, then I would have been here immediately.”
“I’m fine. I just ran an errand before I came home. I just overdid it; as soon as I get some rest I will be good as new.”
The woman’s sharp gaze studied her for several seconds before ushering her upstairs to bed, helping her to shower, and then putting her to bed like a child. Pulling the covers over her, she even leaned down and brushed a small kiss on Beth’s bruised cheek.
“Don’t worry dear, everything always looks better the next day.” Rachel turned the lights out, reminding her just to call if she needed anything. She was staying the night in Lily’s room. Beth wanted to argue with her, but exhaustion and heartache stopped her. She was too tired to put up an argument.
Chapter 17
Rachel was wrong, everything was not better the next day. Beth dragged herself out of bed early, determined to get back to work. Her clients depended on her and she was not going to let them down.
The sheriff’s wife argued with her about going back to work so soon, but Beth was firm in her insistence that she was better. Finally the good-hearted woman left her in peace, saying she would call her that evening.
Beth made her rounds of clients. It was hard since Evie quit to get all the patients done and she was literally shaking when she let herself in to her house to collapse on the sofa. Curling into a ball, she snagged the phone, calling Rachel to tell her she was going to bed and would not need her assistance that night. Hearing the hurt in the woman’s voice, Beth almost broke, but hardened her resolve and said goodnight. Beth fell asleep for several hours waking to fix herself some soup which she ate with no appetite, but knowing she had to eat to keep her strength.
The last two days of the week was more of the same. Beth worked hard and eating what she could force down her throat, all the time aware her heart was breaking. Imagining Razer with the different women at the clubhouse was like a movie playing in her mind. The picture of Razer stroking Bliss was engraved in her memory and it tormented her constantly.
On Saturday she drove to see Lily. Her sister took one look at her bruised face and heartbroken eyes and held her arms open. Beth and Lily lay on her tiny bed as she was finally able to let go, crying her misery onto her sister’s shoulder. Lily lay next to her, stroking her back, murmuring questions, giving her unconditional love to soothe her broken ego.
“I hate him,” Beth sobbed.
“I do too,” Lily whispered her agreement.
“I miss him so badly. I don’t think I can do this Lily. Maybe if I go talk to him?”
“Do you think it would matter to him?”
“No.”
“Then that answers your question.”
“I love him Lily.”
“I know, but you can’t have him. You have to let it go.”
“I don’t know if I can,” Beth admitted, ashamed of being so weak.
“Then let’s go.” Lily stood up. “We can leave now and be there in a couple of hours.” Beth also got up, picked up her keys and purse. She actually made it to the door before she stopped. Her forehead touched the door as she started crying again; she didn’t resist when Lily led her back to sit on the bed.
“It’s over.”
“Yes Beth, whatever you shared with Razer is over.” With those words, Beth accepted what she had known from the first time she had seen Razer in front of the police station with that motorcycle, that given half a chance he would break her heart.
Chapter 18
The party was dying down and the ones who hadn’t been lucky enough to find a bed for the night were sprawled on any available furniture sturdy enough to hold their weight. Several had even thought ahead, bringing a sleeping bag and found an open piece of floor to crash on the available space.
Slowly, methodically, he went down the steps, careful, not to make a sound. He didn’t want to wake anyone. He had planned everything down to the final detail, determined no drunk assed member would screw his plans up at the last minute.
With his thumb on the detonator, he headed for the door. The sudden burst of light coming on blinded him for a second. Startled, he spun around to see Viper, Razer, and Cash standing by the door.
“Hey man, you are going to wake everyone. Douse the lights.”
“Everyone is already awake, what are you doing awake? Last I saw, you were upstairs with Evie.”
Memphis shrugged. “She’s asleep. Thought I would go for a ride.”
“Sounds good, mind if we join you?” Viper asked.
“Was wanting some alone time.” Memphis started to move forward, but the three men blocked his path.
“We do mind.”
Memphis turned to leave through the backdoor, but found his way blocked by the members he thought had been sleeping. Outnumbered, he tried to brazen his way out.
“What’s up Viper, since when does me going for a ride become club business?”
“It becomes our business when you’re planning on blowing us to smithereens on your lone ride.”
“I don’t know what the fuck you are talking about.”
“Search him Razer.” Viper ordered. Razer took a step forward. Memphis tried to make a break for it. He tried to force himself through t
he men blocking the door, but found himself with his face shoved into the wall and his arms held high behind his back. When he tried to fight free, Viper smashed his face into the wall using his hair.
“Stay the fuck still.”
Memphis felt hands going through his pockets.
“Well look what I found.” Cash pulled the detonator out of his pocket, lifting it where all the members could see it. Razer jerked him from the wall, throwing him across the room. Knox caught him, throwing him down on the couch.
“Took three fucking years of my life to figure out who betrayed my brother. You sorry piece of shit killed him for fifty grand. I would have given you the fucking money if you had asked, you mother fucker.”