Razors M.C. Zero to 100 mph #2
twenty-Two

**

Kamryn sat with two other ladies in an alcove seat, eating burnt bacon and some very runny, over cooked scrambled eggs, her toast now completely sodden, so she sipped the rest of her boiled water in silence.

“Church is in session. Something happened last night. I hear the cell has a new inhabitant”, said one woman who was a server slash cleaner.

“Shut it Margot, gossip just gets us fired”, said the other woman so they both resumed eating their overcooked breakfast.

“Are the men back from last night? I haven’t seen Beetle or Frost at all”, Kamryn asked innocently.

Last night’s sleep had been a total waste, Kam just tossed and turned, waking to a twisted mess of sheets and blankets. If she was honest with herself, she felt a smidgen of relief at not being disturbed as promised by Beetle, but in honesty she felt more afflicted knowing she’d been left alone as well.

“They’ll be out soon. You’re Beetles we hear. Congrats! That’s a loss we’re all gonna feel”, said one woman nudging the other, if you could call her that. Both smiling knowingly at each other.

“Don’t be. I’m nobody’s anything”, Kam said sipping some more of her plain boiled water.

“Not what we hear. Been told to steer clear from now on”, said the other.

“Well! I’m telling you directly. Whatever you heard was not true. I was asked here to see my father’s handywork, then I’m heading off permanently,” she said, wiping her mouth with a cheap white napkin, still wearing the same clothes she had on from yesterday.

“That clears up a lot of shit talk. Some of the women were gonna scratch your eyes out”, said the first female.

Yeah! Female was better than woman thought Kamryn smiling.

“Excuse me, just going to the ladies”, Kam said standing and leaving her three quarter finished meal uneaten. As for that affliction, that just died. Beetle can do the deed on any female he wants, she just wants to go home!

They both didn’t last that long anyway, no matter how fucking horny he made her feel...

Walking past the men’s room, she heard two voices, each man speaking in a hushed tone The tiled room making their conversation clearer than they probably realised.

“Timber said Club Neveau this Thursday. No going anywhere ...”.

“Shut your mouth boy. What’s said in church stays at church. Forget what Timber says, we know nothing till it’s official, got it! Fucking dick, can’t stop pissin’“, said one man complaining about his urinary problem, something Kam heard about at one stage through the night.

That must be Spanner ...

“Kay, kay old man! Keep that old pecker away from me, don’t need to catch your pissing problem. Cryl would never let me hear the end of it,” said the other.

That must be Edge ...

“Mine’s still a mighty fine weapon you scone”, said Spanner referring to Edge’s penis as small.

“Tool”, was the retort Kamryn heard as she kept on her way, having a little giggle to herself.

Club Neveau this Thursday. Never heard of the place. Not that it meant anything to Kamryn when she entered the ladies toilets. Her main concern was returning home as soon as and having Beetle tell her how to fix her bloomin’ bike.

**

Beetle was waiting for Kamryn when she walked back into the main bar, the other two ladies watching their interactions with interest.

“Hi Sweetling. See you’ve already had breakfast, those two have already filled me in”.

Both women tried to look like they were minding their own business, but they were doing anything but thought Kamryn disgustedly.

“Did they also fill you in that I will be going home. That you are still on the market and I get to keep my eyes unscathed”, Kamryn said staring at Beetle seriously.

“Kamryn?” Beetle asked looking at the women and then back at Kam, his expression not pleased. Not pleased at all.

“Listen. I’ve seen dad’s work. Got to meet everyone who was involved in the renovations, met some who were just downright nosy but now …” Kam said thumbing her chest “… I want to go home to a bike that works”.

“I heard what you want now hear what I want”, he said taking a few steps closer so he was now in her space. Shoving his hands in the front pockets of his jeans because he was itching to hold her, touch her. His actions broadening his back and making him look bigger.

“You’re here under my protection and the clubs. Those two over there are under none. They can miss a day and no-one would miss ‘em. I fucked you last night, gonna fuck you again today, maybe even tonight. You thinkin’ of goin’ home happens after I’ve had some sleep and we talk. Is that clear enough for those eaves dropping scrags who have twats dryer than a nun’s nasty”, he said turning around to look at them both, now scarlet red with embarrassment, his scowling manner more than evident with how serious he was.

His attention no longer focussed on his Little Ninja until he turned back and looked at Kamryn again, his hands now on his hips, his long legs astride.

“Funny that. Say what you want, my minds made up. It's not happening!”

“Is that so?” he said near whispering, his deep blue eyes scaring Kamryn more than she liked. Or was she scared?

“Come at me you’ll regret it Beetle. I’ll put you on your arse quicker than you can catch my fender”, she challenged, lifting her arms in a defensive manner.

“Gonna fight me are ya! Great foreplay sweetling”, Beetle said rolling up his sleeves then shoving them further up his biceps.

The two women didn't know whether they should stay and watch a really bad biker with a bad attitude and the new girl with a smart mouth or leave because they had not only disgraced themselves but dishonored the code by talking about a patched member.

Big no, no!

Beetle took a step to the side and picked up a chair. Raising the legs so they were directed at Kamryn, then he started to advance.

“That’s not fair, that’s … cheating”, Kam said retreating towards the bar then hitting it with her back.

“Foreplay sweetling. Got my junk wanting another in. Still ain't got that license yet, but eh!” he said pushing the wooden legs, so they were either side of Kamryn’s body; only her arms and legs below her knees were free to move.

Useless! Her self-defense skills were as useless as a fish climbing a tree. He was too far away to throw any punches; she couldn’t even land a slap. By jeepers she tried, her frustration burning beneath her skin spitting daggers at Beetles smug face every time she swung.

“Are you smiling at me?” she seethed. Jerking her knees only to hit the metal rods that held the chairs legs in place. She was technically wedged between the bars edge, in between four chair legs and freedom that was well beyond her grasp…

**