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

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Kamryn ran knowing she was being pursued, who wouldn’t be after causing a disturbance on purpose at a bar owned by gigantic bikers who all carried either a loaded gun or a weapon, reason enough to keep high tailing.

An occasion which she royally effed up, something she was not exactly proud of, but eh!

Kamryn had never been one to favor foul language or naughty words, it was probably because her father was of a different generation and her mum was so strict with her upbringing.

Either way, now was not the time to turn around and apologise, there was a man shouting for her to stop. Or else!

Kam didn’t want to replace out what the ‘or else’ meant and she had no intention of stopping so she kept running.

Feeling for her key fob inside the front left pocket of her jacket as her boots crunched on the gravel beneath her feet Kam ducked between some parked cars and spotted the trusty companion she’d named ‘blackguard’.

The Kawasaki Ninja ZX-10R, a speed demon after her own heart. All black like her attire, black helmet and visor, she was a figment of many speeding cameras once she flipped a switch and rotated her plates to read ‘elemnt’.

A bit tongue in cheek but appropriate all the same. She worked with earthly elements, wood and steel. What better way to leave a lasting impression when you’re speeding at alarmingly high speeds - illegally.

Kam may not like poor manners and foul language but she wasn’t a saint. Of her many pleasures, one was speeding with ‘Blackguard’ between her legs.

Leaving the helmet for now, with a leg thrown over the tank, keys jingling before getting shoved in the appropriate hole her ride purred to life.

No lights, side-stand kicked into place, clutch held and first knocked into gear with her steel capped toe, Kam spun her back wheel before getting any traction throwing an awful lot of stones and dirt behind her.

With adrenalin running high, her sixth sense kicking in, perspiration soaking her body and an inadvertent enthusiasm to escape before getting caught had her 998 cc 4 stroke revving higher than she would have liked, she fishtailed it out of there.

Her parting farewell hopefully forever was a toot! toot! as she zoomed through the narrow ten-foot gates which should have been manned, tonight the God's were looking down on her....

“Fruitcake, I forgot to flip the switch and rotate my plates!

“H-039. H-039. H-039. H-039”, Beetle repeated over and over.

Cursing himself for being so slow, not that he was. Little pocket rocket was fucking fast.

“H-039”, he kept saying as he walked back to the brighter lights of Razor’s which hung proudly above the front entrance.

“Did you catch her?” asked China pulling himself up, huffing and puffing.

“You need to get more exercise H-039, being a computer geek has made you slow H-039, H-039”.

“H-039?”

“H-039 plate. Partial, can you H-039 replace out who owns H-039?”

“What was the make of her bike?”

“Black. Japanese model! Fucking fast, H-039. Fucking sexy”, Beetle confessed watching the small leather clad woman ride off into the night after she pulled off one hell of a tailspin Beetle was sure she was gonna lose control of.

“Helmet, colors, anything?” China asked scratching his own short hair in wonder.

“Black helmet, strapped on the side, H-039. She took off without putting it on. Fuck that truly was sexy. Wouldn’t mind replaceing out if she’s a looker before I tan her stupid hide. H-039 started a fight on open night and I gave strict instructions man. No brawling! H-039”, he said again.

“Nup! You didn’t. If I remember correctly it was just pissing on the floor and shitting pants. You didn’t mention anything about brawling”, China explained being the geek that he was.

“Nooo shit boy wonder. Any dipshit would put two and two together and get four”.

“Four. Not three? One pissing. Two shitting. Three brawling”.

“Fuck off! H-03 ...".

“Twenty-three”, China said laughing while clapping Beetle on the back of his tall sinewy shoulder.

Craig also known as Beetle wasn’t a burly guy, just incredibly strong, long limbed and a heck-of-a-strong-fucker. Standing six four without boots he looked down on China and scoffed.

“You’d better have memorized that plate I gave you because I’ve already fucking forgot!”

“Yup!”

China laughed and rubbed his hands through his hair again.

“C-3PO”.

“You fucker! What was it? I need to replace that chic. Teach her a lesson about respecting my orders”, he added taking long strides to China’s shorter steps.

“You know Beetle, she did what I’ve been wanting to do for a long time but didn’t. Second guessed my judgement and had Sonya getting upset at my weakness”.

“You! Kung-Fu Panda!” Beetle scoffed a little incredulously, his eyebrows shooting up higher towards his hair line when he stepped up on the front landing of their club.

His long hair coming lose from the man bun he had nearly perfected earlier, after having been washed for the first time in days.

“Me. Dan the man, blackbelt number 2”.

“Explain? And you better have remembered that ‘H’ number or else”.

“H-039. And yes me. Those three guys, two I hope are still fucking out of it because they were insulting that pocket rocket. She impressed me with her skills, something I should have done. Told Prez once before and he agreed, wanted to know who they were himself”.

“Stone? H-039!”

“Yup! Told me to bring it to him if it happened again”.

“Not like you to be passive China. Not when you’ve taken on three from what I heard”.

“Those three, I was still dating Sonya and didn't want her to think I couldn’t control myself, so I’ve been second guessing ever since. God how I wanted to lay those sons of bitches on their scrawny arses. Seems someone beat me to them”, China added, turning to face Beetle.

“So she’s ...?”

“Innocent”.

“If I’d caught her, fuck man. I was envisioning hauling miss tiny tits back into the club and making an example of her for putting our regulars to shame like that”.

“Tiny tits! Really? Did you see her face? She was fucking gorgeous and now a hundred miles away. If she turned around once and saw your fucking face chasing her, I’d be a hundred miles away too”.

“What’s wrong with my face?”

“You’re asking me? What isn’t wrong with your face you fucker”.

“Girls seem to like my face, especially between their legs”.

“Point taken”.

“You saying they don’t like looking at my face when I’m bangin’ them?”

“You are so crass! I see you washed your hair, that’s a start”.

“Am I filthy now?”

“Nup!”

“CHINA!” Beetle roared as more men came outside now that Beetle and China had returned and were standing outside the oak doors.

“All I’m saying, she was gorgeous. Repeat that around my wife and I’ll kick your arse with my two black belts H-039”.

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