“We plan on getting shit-faced and crashing at your place. You cool with that?” Crazy bitch asked.
Beth smiled. “Yes, it’ll be fun. We can have a girl’s night.”
Crazy Bitch just stared at her. “Girl, I didn’t sneak away from my old man for a girl’s night. I plan to find a man who can give me an actual orgasm.”
Beth deflated; she didn’t know how she felt about her house being used as a place for the women’s hook-ups.
“My house isn’t very large.”
“Got a spare bedroom?”
“My sister’s room.”
“She there?”
“No.”
“Then it’s all good. We can take turns using the room.” Beth took a sip of the drink the waitress sat before her. She would hope for the best that the women would strike out, but if they didn’t, she would redo Lily’s room and buy her a new mattress. Beth was beginning to worry that the night wasn’t going to be as worry free as she had hoped.
This was proven a few minutes later when she casually was studying the other patrons of the bar and her eyes met Winter Simmons. Her mother was one of her former clients, she had breast cancer, and after a long fierce battle, she had passed away the year before. Winter was as prim and proper as a Sunday school teacher, which she was, she also was the principal at the local high school. Her table was filled with two members of the PTA. Beth was curious why they would be in a nightclub at this time of night.
Crazy Bitch let out a whoop whoop when a good-looking man asked Killyama to dance. Beth wanted to slide to the floor, but brazened it out, smiling at Winter before turning her attention back to the women at her own table.
“So when is the big opening?”
“Monday. You going to come down and let me do your hair?”
“What’s wrong with my hair?”
“Nothing” her tone belying her words. “I just can make it better. You know sexier, like ours.” Beth stared at their teased and tortured hair. Looking much different than the first time she had met them.
“I am busy next week. I haven’t hired anyone yet to replace Evie. I have several interviews to fit in also. Hopefully one of them will work out and will be able to start immediately.”
Sex Piston shrugged. “You got scissors at your house?”
Beth knew where this was going and tried to nip it in the bud. “No.”
Sex Piston took a large sip of her drink. “That’s okay. I will stop at a convenience store and buy a pair.”
Beth knew when she was beat. “I will call Monday and make an appointment.” A sober Sex Piston working on her hair was better than a drunk Sex Piston.
“That’s my girl.”
Beth watched as one by one, the women were asked to dance. Even Beth was surprised to be asked and was just returning from a rigorous two step when she looked at the doorway and experienced déjà vu. The difference this time was, it was not Razer’s motorcycle club, but the Destructors.
Beth heard Crazy Bitch who was sitting next to her mutter. “This is not going to be good.”
Beth swallowed a large sip of her own drink, for the first time getting a good look at the rough bikers and agreed wholeheartedly.
Chapter 21
Razer was going up to his room alone, the night was early, but he was in no mood to party. Not that the others were in much of a mood either. The members were mainly playing pool or watching a new release on the new television Shade had brought home that afternoon.
His cell phone ringing stopped him mid-step.
“Razer.”
“Razer, this is Mick. You home?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Thought you would want to know we got a couple guys in here that were in The Pink Slipper. Left because some bikers came in and started argui
ng with their bitches.”
“Why would I care? We don’t want a turf war over The Pink Slipper. They can have that pussy bar.”
“I didn’t think you would be concerned over turf, thought you might be concerned that your woman was sitting in the middle of it.”
“I don’t… ” Razer started to say before realization dawned on him. “Beth is there?”
“That’s what I am saying. She was there with the bitches and the men rolled in an hour later. Sound familiar?”
“It’s a fucking set-up.”
“Yeah.”
Razer hung up on Mick, going back down the steps. The members in the room watched curiously as he went to the closet and pulled on the club’s leather jacket.
“Going somewhere?” Shade asked
“Going to The Pink Slipper.“
“What the fuck for?”
“To get something that belongs to me.” He answered grimly, putting on his leather gloves.
Razer took the lead, there were thirty club members at his back when he turned into the pussy bar to find just as many bikes already parked.
Razer and his brothers walked into the bar. It didn’t take long for Razer to locate Beth. She was sitting at a large table with four biker chicks sitting close to her while the rest of the table and chairs were filled with bikers, others stood blocking the table.
Beth couldn’t hide her frightened expression and the other women were arguing with the men.
Razer with Viper, Shade, Cash, Knox, and Rider at his side moved to the table. The rest of The Last Riders followed behind. The patrons of the bar started motioning the waitress for their bills, the other half were raking cash out of purses and wallets throwing it down on the table not waiting for their tickets. The menace coming from both groups of the bikers were giving lethal warnings to each other.
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.