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

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“I want you to stay home. Going out every weekend, spending money from your account when you should be more diligent is troubling son”, Mike Sheffield said, sitting behind his desk and sipping expensive scotch one of his constituents had bequeathed him for a favor.

“I’ve been on my best behavior. Caused no trouble. It’s just a little harmless night in town. What is a little touching here and there?” Max said, pouring himself an even bigger helping of his dad's fine scotch.

Mike sat back in his chesterfield and considered his son, his only heir. The young man who he wished would follow in his own path, politics rather than social sciences and mind mapping for fucks sake! Who studies ‘brain storming' under the pseudonym Philosophy’. Obviously, his son.

“Listen kid! I need you to be careful, like always. No trouble. No getting in anyone’s face, just walk away or call me if you think someone is trying to set you up. Ok?”

“Ok dad”, Max said swallowing his amber liquid in one gulp, his hiss testament to the fine liquor.

Standing, Max just left the room without a so long, farewell or goodbye.

The Senator and Maximillion acknowledging each other out of habit, neither respecting one another.

Mike called his security and gave them the usual heads up.

“Max is going out. Please follow and keep me posted”.

’Yes Sir”.

Then he dialed someone else.

“My son is going out tonight. If you see him, I expect there to be no trouble!”

“I pay you! That doesn’t cover babysitting”.

“It covers whatever the hell I ask”.

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"Dickhead!", Mike muttered to himself. Sebastian O’Rourke may think he’s untouchable but he’s not. Motherfucker is just as implicated any which way he looked at it. His stepdaughter, ex-stepdaughter who gives a fuck, handed that drink laced with GHB over to Mallie Sue Campese! That video is my insurance... Mike thought, finishing off his scotch to go and have dinner with his wife and guests.

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“God I feel like I’m being smothered. Ever since that fuck up with Christie O’Rourke, life’s been unbearable. I know my dad is having me followed. Won’t even trust me any longer. Should never have gotten involved”, Max said whining to Chase as they looked at the half naked girls on stage.

“Relax man, didn’t he make sure that DNA got destroyed when Biological Therapies was broken in to?”

“Yeah! Fuck! That reminds me, have you heard from that Anthony? No one’s been able to get hold of him?” Max asked perusing the women, smiling as he looked them up and down when they sashayed past.

“Last I knew he was prospecting or some shit for a club named ... Eastcoast ... Eastend, something like that. Dumb fucker, he’s a twisted shit. Nearly spewed my guts up when he bit that girl”.

“You’re the one who brought him along”, Max said showing very little interest in the naked breasts that were jiggling in front of his face, turning to Chase instead. " What about Dwayne?

“He's been studying, trying to pass mid-year exams. What about you? Heard from Brett, is he still coming tonight?”

“He’s freaking the freak out man! Thinks he’s going to Hell! Been visiting some local church about confessing his sins”.

“Doesn’t matter if he does, there’s no proof unless he mentions a name. As he knows not to, he's just wanting to tell someone religious that he fornicated with more than one present”.

Chase laughed, drinking some more before turning to watch the show.

“Silly fucker! Damn near burst his pipe when he shot his load, remember?” Max remembering his own participation, taking Mallie from behind each time but watching everyone else closely.

What he was promised not having come close to fruition!

“One hit wonder, just sat and watched for the rest of the night”, Chase added laughing into his drink.

Both men showed no remorse... Max was more concerned with his dad’s men following him than what he had done to Mallie. While Chase continued watching the show forgetting about the rape entirely, brazenly ogling the breasts on display.

“Got one you like?” asked Chase.

“Yeah! The red head”.

Bastion was watching from a one way mirror a floor above, talking with Stone on a private line.

“Yep! Two. From their pictures, Max and Chase”.

**

“I take it you two are having a good visit?” asked Stone, having just hung up from Bastion on the phone.

“We are. Fucking hilarious tbh”, said Frost slapping Beetle on the back of his head.

“Fuck off cunt!” Beetle said angrily, still trying to release the cuffs from the wall.

“Why didn’t shit for brains answer his phone? I tried calling him before you!” Stone asked sounding peeved, hearing Beetle in the background.

“This ... has gotta be one of the best moments ...” Frost said laughing some more down the line. “No disrespect Prez but ... ” Frost laughed again pulling the phone from his face “... that speed demon just stitched Beetle up again”.

Praying like bejezeesus he didn’t get a whooping when he released Beetle from the wall.

“Tell me your bullshit?" demanded Stone, wanting to know what was so fucking amusing.

"Kamryn Tallinger aka Ryn just magnetised Beetle to a wall wearing hand cuffs", Frost spat out, laughing even harder.

"Put me on speaker!"

Frost put the phone in front of his face and pressed the speaker button, trying not to look at Beetle who was breaking out in a sweat.

"You're on speaker Prez".

"Beetle ya' dumb cunt! I've just ordered Frost to yank ya' jeans down!"

"Fuck off prick", Beetle yelled, staring at Frost, hoping it wasn't true.

"Bring her back and show her around, your Ryn sounds like the kind of blood we need around here", Stone said, chuckling before he hung up the phone.

"I swear to Budha, Ghandi and fucking Genghis Khan, you turn that mother fucking humming shit off or I'm gonna shoot your dick off cunt", Beetle spewed.

Frost just laughed some more before he obliged.

"Now unlock me you arse wipe dweeb".

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"Fuck off!" was all Beetle said before throwing himself down on the couch in a sweat, no longer turned on or in a good mood.

Paybacks a bitch!!!

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Kamryn went to bed relieved she no longer had a 'wanted by Razors' sign on her back however she felt troubled for two reasons: she liked Beetle and he was now furious with her again!

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