Razors M.C. Zero to 100 mph #2
Thirty-Four

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Stone, Frost and Beetle all rode out from Club Neveau with Kam wearing her man’s cut to keep her warm.

Her golden legs hugging his thighs firmly with her lacy tush tucked in nicely behind his jean clad butt. One hand cupping his balls, the other firmly around his torso, feeling his strong core through the thin linen shirt he still wore.

His hair had come lose from the man bun, little wisps kept flying in her face but she loved it.

She honored the women in her life tonight by righting a wrong, in particular, Mallies!

“Gotta go to the club first Sweetling. Then our place”, Beetle yelled now they had picked up some speed and were humming it down the freeway.

She just scratched his junk a little in acknowledgement.

I swear to Budha, Ghandi and fucking Genghis Khan she won’t be scratchin’ when I’m finished with her!

**

It was Friday morning, the lights were all on inside the club. Lockdown meant no one in, no one out. The three bikes got an automatic pass through the gates which pleased Ryn, she was frozen through to her bones.

How Beetle kept warm she had no idea, her fingers were stiffened with cold.

“Church Little Ninja, you need to show your face as a member now”, Stone said nodding at Beetle when they parked side by side.

“Let the squirt have a drink first Prez, she’s frozen”, offered Frost.

“Right! We all can, been a hella night”, Stone said walking in through the oak doors, leaving Frost, Beetle and Kamryn to make their own way inside.

“You did good Kam. Glad you chose our side of the blade”, Frost said getting off his bike awkwardly. Bending over his tank to pull out his keys from of his ignition.

“You got a bad back Frost?” Kamryn asked, her teeth jittering a little.

“His leg got busted in a few places, makes him look his age”, Beetle said giving his friend cheek.

“Fuck off! Ain’t old, just sore Little Ninja”, he confessed, stretching his back, leaning on his bikes tank heavily when something twanged inside his leg making him gruff.

“Physio not help, Chiro?” she asked, taking in his pained face.

“Dunno who to see tbh. Was thinking maybe a massage or osteo, fuck if I know”, he said tapping the tank of his bike before standing unaided.

“You need to get laid”, Beetle said matter of fact.

“That too cunt”, Frost admitted knowing his own movements hindered such pleasures. “See you in”, he said shuffling inside the oak doors then disappearing.

“Know your cold Sweetling. Won’t be much longer”, Beetle said easing off his Fat boy to look at his Ryn.

“Got me that translator app. Heard every word you said”.

“Oh! Yeah! Well ... I meant them. Especially about his cock and his bum hole”, Kam said knowing she’d said more than that.

“Gonna prove I’m the best fuck you’ve ever had for a long time to come ...” he said lifting her face with his big hand so she would look him in the eyes “... might use my place for a furnace and start using my hands again on the tools”.

“Really! Like for me?”

“Us Sweetling. Us!”

“Might approve that license you want so bad after all”.

“Licenses Sweetling, plural”.

**

Stone stood at his usual place, a black coffee in hand and his back to the bar. Speaking on the low with Spanner while Edge worked the bar.

No liquior license could stop a privately owned bar serving after hours, not that they gave a fuck, they stopped drinking when they felt like it.

It was late, or technically early morning and Stone wanted to get home to M'eudail.

“Short is all you’re gettin’, nothin' more, you nosy fuckers. Tonight was a success, plans changed last minute better than expected. Last two days ’ave been hard. Lost us a good man, burnt another who wasn’t”.

"Here, here", the room echoed.

“This here Little Ninja saved our club. Saved my woman and my babe. Haven’t worked her out yet but I vouch for her. That’s why she’s ... Little Ninja is now a Razors member”.

The room went quiet as Kam and Beetle made their way towards the bar, Frost lifting a cold one, saluting the woman standing beside his best friend.

Lucky prick he thought taking a long-earned guzzle.

“Until we make it official, with a proper ceremony and shit, she gets the same respect as any other man who wears a patch. Just lettin’ you all know, she terrifies the shitta out of me. May look meek but she ain’t mild”, Stone said lifting his cuppa and taking a sip, turning his back on everyone.

“Thanks Prez”, said Beetle reaching for his own glass of cold beer. “You?” he asked Ryn.

“Boiled hot water is fine”.

“Then we convene in the office, need to close business for the night with church”, said Stone wearily.

China came charging in the front doors and walked over to Stone, slamming a newspaper under his nose.

‘Senator M. Sheffield’s political future compromised’

It has come to light, those who shine the brightest and determine our future can sometimes darken that trust.

Power and influence wielded by public figures, tarnish those who hold onto it for the wrong reasons - greed.

Senator Mike Sheffield is currently being investigated into the break-in and subsequent damage at the Department of Biological Therapies back in March of this year.

He not only instigated but funded the extraction of privately held governments files containing DNA proof of convicted and possible felons awaiting trial.

If this is true, he will be responsible for many cases that were thrown out, allowing freedom to our States most heinous criminals.

Stating ‘no comment’, we are aware that Senator Sheffield is currently under house arrest, pending further investigations which are currently underway. It's only a matter of time that our judicial system orders an arrest warrant regarding his involvement.

Meanwhile his son, Maximillion Sheffield and friends have been arrested at a venue owned by Bastion Core named Club Neveau. Mr.Core has been assisting the police after handing over video evidence, a matter now under a separate inquiry.

Details are yet to be known pending his release from jail and a more intense investigation by the authorities.

This last-minute detail, even though both cases seem unrelated; has not one but two Sheffield's facing legal proceedings. I will ensure all my readers, as further information comes to light, we at the Tribunal shall keep you all well informed.

Reporter Steven Myers.

“Fucken’ Hoorah!” Stone said looking across at China.

"Church", he bellowed enthusiastically.

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