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

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Max entered the Private Room first, then Chase followed, Dwayne with his arm around Kamryn, and Brett holding her drink to prevent her from escaping.

He didn’t know what Dwayne’s intentions were, but he had plans already formulating for this little Sunshine to keep him busy for an entire night.

Hot and sweaty she may get but he planned on dousing her too. He knew just the place that had a steam shower, that would make that fit bod’ of hers all slippery and wet. Drench that little pussy of hers which was covered in black lace. Not for long.

And those tits, dark brown nipples that will be raw by morning if he got his way and sucked like a baby.

Adjusting himself in front of Kamryn he handed back her drink.

“Quite an audience”, said Reeves who was lounging back like a huge slug thought Kam. His guts protruding over his belted jeans, so the t-shirt he had on didn’t quite meet at the middle. “Max”, he said nodding at the man he had invited.

“You’re the President of what?” Max asked still standing.

“Westsiders”.

Chase went white.

“Cunt!” he roared, taking a step back and shaking his head back and forth, trying to sort out his thoughts.

He then went over to Max and whispered in his ear then stood back and nodded.

Dwyane and Brett wanted in on what just happened between Max and Chase but remained quiet, observant.

Kamryn was listening, taking it all in, drinking the last dregs of her lemon water, slurping as loudly as she could.

This broke the tension with Max turning around giving her another filthy look.

“She can fuck off until we’re finished in here”.

“No”, said Brett.

“Can’t do, man. She stays or we leave now!”

“Cock is what got us into this mess. Cock again is not going to get us out of it this time! Anthony is!”

“Huh! What are you talking about?” asked Brett confused.

No body had heard a word from Anthony in weeks, they assumed he’d bailed or was busy getting on with life by ignoring everyone.

“You said Westsiders. That’s a Motor Bike club, yes?”

Reeves looked impressed, smiling broadly. He was pleased his club was well known, Big Slug thought Kam.

“It is. Mine. I’m the President, Reeve’s my name. Best goddamn M.C this side East”, he said, reminding Kam once again of a huge slug dragging its belly in the dirt, leaving a trail of slime and goo behind.

Kam shivered involuntarily which drew Reeve’s attention.

“One of yours?” he asked checking her out. “My boys would appreciate some of that when you’re finished with her”.

“Tôi sẽ cắt con cặc của bạn và đẩy nó lên lỗ ăn mày của bạn ( I would cut your cock off and shove it up your bum hole) “I’m already spoken for, and I don’t appreciate your insinuations”.

Beetle who had been listening in through an ear piece burst out laughing, he’d moved from the bar and was sitting on the bottom of the stairs which led up to Bastion’s office, not three feet from where his Ryn was behind that Private door. Best goddamn app this translator he thought smiling.

“Hey! We aren’t going to share nothing but hear what you have to say”, said Dwayne getting a little tense.

Ryn nodded her head in agreeance, she needed at least one ally if she wanted to stay in the room for as long as she needed.

“You mentioned Westsiders Club. Anthony’s still there we assume?” asked Max looking smug. “Heard he was a new member”.

“Was”.

“He’s moved on?” asked Chase, remembering the life they both shared in foster care.

“Moved on but to where God only knows”, Reeves said smiling at his own wit.

Dumb fuck thought Stone who was listening in. Best Goddamn club, more like an electric scooter club...

“We haven’t heard from him. Is that why he left, said things he was not meant to?” asked Max feeling a bit more in control.

Reeves was intrigued, he knew Scar hurt Mallie Campese, and Max was there that night as well, were these the others?

He wasn’t just an idiot like Stone had insinuated him to be, he was a goddam genius he thought. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

All in the one room!

“Clubs always got tongues wagging. We hear talk, doesn’t mean we do anything about it. Keeping that info’ to ourselves, that’s the power”, said Reeves, pulling down his top to cover his hairy white stomach.

Kam felt disgusted with herself that she looked at that moment, made Reeves smile some more.

“That’s why you asked us to meet?” said Max.

“Mallie and Christie, yes! Heard you boys were very familiar with those names, one in particular”.

Excellent thought Stone when he nodded to himself. And Reeves thought he was a smart cunt!

“Fucking cunt Tony! I swear when I find him ..." Dwayne seethed which had Kam stepping a bit closer to Brett who didn’t seem to mind. So she handed him her empty glass and smiled, he took it of course.

Dumb dweeb thought Kam.

“Dont! Just don’t mention any names you fool ...” Max spat glaring at Kam and then looking back down at Reeves “... what do you want?” he asked impatiently instead.

“We can protect you. We’re good at what we do. Our club has a reputation for permanently silencing talk”, he added, leaning forward with difficulty to grab his beer because his guts got in the way.

“This isn’t a meeting guys, this is an execution ceremony”, Kamryn said pushing Brett away from her and then turning to leave.

“Stop her!” Reeves ordered.

“Get lost! You talk about protection and silencing permanently. What are you the Goddamn God Father!”

“Sweet cheeks, you stay till this meeting’s over and we decide what we do with you”, Reeves added licking his lips. The man standing to his right, looking directly at Kam’s bouncing tits when she went to shove Dwayne as well.

“We talked about sweating and sunshine, rainbows were all I cared for. This I didn’t agree to”, she seethed looking at Brett and then Dwayne.

“Shut the fuck up”, Max scowled lifting his arm, his vile action, to give her a back hand across her face.

Brett stepped forward and grabbed his arm.

“No faggot. This one’s ours, find your own arsehole”.

“Bạn không có cơ hội người đàn ông là người tốt nhất mà tôi từng muốn” (You have no chance, my man is the best fuck I’ll ever want) “Let’s leave Brett, my sunshine is losing a lot of heat”, she added hoping her outburst in Vietnamese could be overlooked, help clear things up a bit.

Beetle felt his junk swelling with pride, he was no longer grinning because it was getting tense behind that door and his Little Ninja needed to know he had her back. But she hadn’t flushed his quick actions down the toilet. He was just slayed and she knew it!

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