Razer's Ride (The Last Riders #1)

Beth’s car door opened. “Slide over.”


“What?”

“Slide over, I’m driving.”

Beth slid over as Razer took her place behind the wheel. “I can drive myself home.”

“You’re not going home.” Razer made a left onto the road. Beth had a terrible feeling she knew where he was taking her.

“I am not going to your home.”

“Yes you are. Treepoint is so small, anyone trying to hurt you will be aware of every move you make. The only safe place for you is my place.”

“I can stay with Mrs. Rogers, no one would know I was there.”

“What if you’re wrong, do you want to take a chance on getting her hurt?”

“No.”

“Then you agree.”





Chapter 10


The huge house looked the same it did the last time she was there.

“I don’t think I can do this.” Beth tried to pull her hand out of Razer‘s as they walked up the steps to the opened front door.

“Beth, I don’t think you understand. I am not giving you a choice.” Grimly, Razer stood as she walked inside. Evie and the rest of club members had been waiting for them to arrive, they had left the club while the sheriff and Razer were talking. The large group was seated in the living room.

“Are you alright?” A worried Evie asked as soon as she saw Beth’s white face.

“Yes, just surprised someone wants me dead. It’s not like I am a member of a motorcycle club or something.” Razer laughed, lightening the mood of the room.

“When we were shot at, I assumed the shot was aimed at me.” Razer liked that she had a sense of humor when most women would have been frightened at the situation Beth found herself in.

Everyone in the group laughed but Evie. “Don’t joke, it’s not a laughing matter.”

“No it’s not,” Razer said in agreement. “But it’s good that Beth can keep a handle on it and remain calm.”

“I just can’t understand why of someone would try to murder me?”

“Whatever the reason, they almost accomplished their goal. If you hadn’t bent when you had, they would have had a head shot. Evie, Beth is supposed to be at Mrs. Rogers in the morning, can you fill in for her?”

“Of course.”

“That’s not necessary,” Beth protested.

“Yes it is. You can’t go to church tomorrow either. Your schedule has to be completely random. Each day different; the lengths of time sporadic.”

“Don’t worry, I can handle the work. Remember I told you earlier I want the extra hours.”

“But that was when you thought the guys were still going out of town.”

“Doesn’t matter; when this is over, give me a few days off.”

Beth yawned.

“Let’s go to bed.” Razer and Beth left as the others also began going to bed. Evie’s birthday celebration had been brought to an end by the mysterious shooter. Beth wearily climbed the stairs, sleepily wondering whose room she would be borrowing for the night. When Razer opened the door to his room, she was surprised the bedroom was tidy with the bed neatly made.

“I appreciate you giving up your room for the night,” Beth began, only to see him taking his shirt off and throwing it on the chair beside the bed.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting ready for bed; the bathroom is through that door.” He opened a drawer of the huge chest against the wall, pulling out a white t-shirt and handed it to her.

“I am not sleeping in your bed with you.” Scandalized, Beth went to leave the room.

“Are you for real?” Razer snapped.

“Don’t be an ass. I am not sleeping with you.”

“Yes… you... are. No one gives up their room here. All the bedrooms are spoken for, the couch is full and so are the two in the back room. But even if they were available, you still wouldn’t sleep alone. One of the other men would be on you in a second.”

“They would rape me?”

”No, but you wouldn’t sleep alone. Come on Beth, I won’t bother you tonight. Let’s get some sleep, I’m tired too.” He did look tired and Beth knew she was acting ridiculous.

“All right.” Beth gave in, too tired to argue further.

Beth took the t-shirt and went into the clean bathroom, getting ready for bed. After washing the light make-up from her face, she reluctantly went back into the bedroom. Razer was already in bed; his eyes followed her across the room. Hastily, she slid onto the mattress pulling the covers up to her chest.

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