Razors M.C. Zero to 100 mph #2
Seventeen

Max had finished uni for that day and was walking towards his parked BMW when he was approached by two sinister looking guys, the hackles on the back of his neck rising with awareness.

Pulling out his keys, he continued walking, ignoring their quicker advancement.

"Max. Max Sheffield. We have a message".

Max turned around but continued to walk backwards. One step then another, towards his car.

"From who?" he asked, keys in one hand, his phone now in the other, his satchel strapped across his chest.

"Someone who knows that you need to keep clean. Knows the reason why and wants to offer you some freedom", said the man doing all the talking.

"I asked who?"

"Not gonna ask why as well?"

"Why?" There, thought Max still walking backwards.

"You did a bad thing. That we know! We also know who to".

"Don't know what you're talking about", Max said turning around to keep walking, ignoring the guys who slowed their pace. Wankers!

"Mallie Campese ring a bell. What about Christie O'Rourke?"

Max stopped walking but he never turned around, he just spoke over his shoulder.

"What have they got to do with me?"

What the fuck do they know in other words.

"The message is 'at a price our club will protect you'".

"What club? Who? Protect me from what?" asked Max turning on his heel, looking at both of the men like they represented the scum of the earth.

"Protect you from the man who has vowed vengeance, a man who knows your name like we do".

"How do I know you aren't working with that man? You think I'm an idiot! My father owns this town, this State for God's sake", Max spat walking backwards again.

"Not this man. He's a law unto himself. We know this because Mallie's his woman".

"The fuck!"

"Ten-thirty, Club Neveau, Thursday night. It's public, bring whoever you want. Our President wants to meet with you and discuss your options".

With that they were the ones that turned around and walked from where they came, back to the hole they'd obviously come from.

"Who the fuck is Mal Campese seeing and how did they know he was there that night? Fucking Christie he bet, swearing under his breath.

Opening his phone he dialed Dwayne the fucker!

"You talked to your ex lately?"

"Which one?"

"Listen, I just had a visit from two pieces of scum who named her and the other one that night. Big cluster fuck!".

"The girl?"

"Yes. The. Girl. They said to meet this Thursday. You available?"

"Don't involve me".

"You involved me and I came, remember? Said it was in my favor. That's why I came!"

Unfortunately, cluster fuck Dwayne and his lazy drawl was the only one who had figured out Max's secret ...

"So did three others. Ask one of them."

"One's gone onto hiding, one's going to confessional, one's coming whether he agrees or not. That leaves you".

"Let me think. God this is so annoying, it's like a recurring nightmare. That ex has been annoying as shit! Keeps texting".

Dwayne's voice irked Max, his voice grating on his nerves, like when a dog shits on the grass and your expected to pick that shit up without any gloves.

That kind of stink doesn't go away just because you wash your hands, he and Dwayne were like the dog and the dog shit. Max was the one with dirty hands and he didn't like that one bit!

He was a Senator's son. He should have known better! Meeting up with four other guys with one girl was too good to be true...

"Dumb slag. Listen, you owe me, BIG time".

Fine. I'll come. But then I leave, and I never hear from you again. Too risky".

"Fine".

"Where?"

"Club Nev, ten-fifteen".

Max was on edge, firstly because he was agreeing to a meet up without his father's knowledge and secondly because he knew he needed to lose his father's invisible minders. Thirdly, those two men knew what he had done and lastly, they had names.

If he got there fifteen minutes earlier, he could scope out the place and leave if he felt like it was a trap.

**

"Max Sheffield just contacted Dwayne. I don't know what they discussed but the call lasted a few minutes. Think both men need to be monitored?" said China entering the office, church having finished over an hour ago.

"You heard from Reeves? Cunt's been awfully quiet since I told him to run after my metal met his shoulder", asked Stone, sitting behind the desk that held the most secrets. The only piece of furniture that was not allowed to be sanded, repainted, moved or removed during the reno.

"Zilch! Been on the move though, stopped hanging out at Seb's clubs as a matter of fact, two nights ago".

"On the move where?" Stone asked out of interest, not trusting his fellow President in the slightest. Dumb fuck thinks they are both on equal standing, stupidest cockhead breathing he thought looking at China.

"Dunno, he has his men scattered in different directions, can't follow them all at once. They're like rats".

"Vermon, that'd be right. Just follow the patches, we don't have enough men to follow their wanna be's".

Both men silent for a moment, it was Stone who spoke again.

"What about Seb O'Rourke?" Stone asked reaching for his phone to call Beetle.

"Went to emergency two nights ago with a concussion and bruised face. Report said he fell but he also had a wound that needed tending on his deltoid muscle. Doctors couldn't confirm the reason but wrote down on the report that it looked like a misfired bullet wound on his upper right arm".

"You telling me this now China?" Stone asked, his voice gravely low.

"Just joining the dots Stone, like I said, rats they scatter".

Stone lifted the phone to his ear and spoke.

"Yeah come into chapel again. You and all patches?"

"Right", said Beetle sounding a little peeved. Poor prick has to go through bible studies before he can get his dick wet with Little Ninja.

"Gotta repeat all that again, boys will be here any sec", said Stone impatiently, thinking about his woman who had told him she wasn't wearing any panties. At least his bible studies were over, and he could get his dick wet anytime he pleased.

**

Kamryn watched as the men all returned only to disappear again, not a word, just an immediate evacuation.

"Is that usual?"

"Sugar, in this place, the club takes business seriously. If they come, if they go, come, go, come, go, we just stay and wait".

"Huh!" she asked confused.

"They hold chapel, private business. We'll never know what they discuss, that's for our protection. What we don't know, blah blah", said Sonya leaning back on her chair.

"Mind you they think we gossip", said Crystal looking over at her man again. "Edge recons girls dunnies are the worst place for gossip. I recon it's church".

"Point is when they're in business mode, steer clear. What they deal with needs total commitment, they don't need their women harping. When we do get their attention, fuck what's happening anywhere else in the world", Mallie said wanting another drink.

"Sugar, that and then some", Crystal said slurping her second pink drink.

"My China takes me places I can only dream about", Sonya said, spacing out out for a few seconds, her eyes going all goo-gah!

"China, Edge and Stone, surely not all the men are croon worthy?" asked Kamryn a little skeptically.

"Little Ninja, Beetle is the worst", Sonya said whispering behind her hand.

"Little ... Ninja ...?" asked Mal laughing softly.

"Yeah! You earnt that title, it stays", Sonya said defiantly looking at Kamryn.

"Sugar, now we're the one's gossiping", said Crystal looking around guiltily.

"What I was saying. Beetle has a reputation second to none, even the guys all talk about how he pays extra attention to his women", Sonya added, now speaking behind two hands.

"Don't want to know", said Mal standing and walking to the bar for another juice.

"This kind of gossip I don't mind Sugar", said Crystal whistling softly around the table.

"Well! That's something I don't need to worry about", said Kamryn looking at her empty glass of water, standing as well to get a refill.

"Sure Sugar. Who are you trying to fool?"

Sonya and Crystal laughed at Kamryn's poor attempt at waylaying the truth. She did like Beetle but his reputation was somewhat of a concern.

She was sooo out of her depth!

**