“Evie.” Natasha tried to pull Evie back.
“Who are you?” Sex Piston asked.
“Natasha.”
“What kind of name is that?”
“I haven’t really been given a nickname yet.”
“You the new member Viper fucked a couple of weeks ago, and you let Beth think it was Razer?”
Natasha flushed, letting Evie’s arm go. “Viper didn’t want anyone to know he was in town.”
“Instead, it was easier to stick a knife in Beth’s back. I can think of several names for you, but first there is something I wanna know, been wondering ever since they walked in the door. He fuck as good as he looks?” She pointed to Viper.
Natasha laughed. “Better.”
“Damn.”
“It don’t matter how he fucks; none of you bitches are going to find out. Hell, he’s keeping his own clubhouse of pussy warm; he’s not getting mine. Now get on the fucking bikes!” Ace’s face turned a mottled red.
It was The Last Riders looking at the other club in sympathy as the women just sat at the table, ignoring the men, which finally pushed Ace over the edge.
“That’s it.” Ace moved forward to grab Sex Piston, who threw her glass at him. When he dodged it, he accidently shoved Knox, who shoved back. Taking it as an aggressive move, one of Ace’s men punched Knox. From there, the shit hit the fan.
The two clubs began fighting, taking their frustration with the women out on each other. Beth was almost thrown out of her chair when Evie ripped Crazy Bitch’s arm off her, and the two women began fighting.
Shade knocked one biker back as he swung at him, seeing Beth jump up when Sex Piston grabbed Natasha by the hair and slammed her face on the table.
“Which of these bitches is Bliss? I’m going to take care of her tonight, too,” Shade heard Sex Piston ask.
Shade wondered why they were interested in Bliss.
“Lucky bitch. I’ll have to deal with her later, then.”
He would have to warn Bliss to stay close to the clubhouse. She would be no match against those thugs disguised as women.
When Ace came at him with a vengeful look, Shade snapped out his boot, kicking him in the balls and bringing the asshole to his knees. Cash was fighting off a couple of bikers, so Shade headed toward him when he saw Viper trying to get Winter and her friends out the door. Shade moved forward to help, leaving Cash to deal on his own. One of the women was almost pushed down by a Destructor, but Shade managed to catch her in time, guiding them to the door.
“Get the fuck out of here,” Viper ordered Winter.
“We’re trying to.”
Viper was on one side of the women while he was on the other. His attention on pushing the other women out the door, Shade didn’t have time to react when two of the other bikers he had fought at the gas station came at him. Joker slammed a drink tray into his face.
Shade didn’t know which was more aggravating: the Destructors’ bitches or the brothers who were trying to beat him to a pulp. As he blocked the doorway, preventing the fight from spilling into the parking lot to give Razer time to leave with Beth, who was thrown over his shoulder, the sound of sirens started coming from the other side of the door.
Shade ducked when a bottle of whiskey came flying toward him, crashing against the door. That pissed him off. Barreling forward, he took down three Destructors, pummeling them and not giving them time to regain their senses with him on top of their prone bodies.
“Ace, get him off me!”
The one who yelled got his fist, and Shade felt the skin on his knuckles split.
“Stop, Shade.”
He ignored the hands trying to tear him away. It took two sets for him to realize one was his father.
“Arrest them all.” The sheriff glared at Shade as he yelled his command to his deputies.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Shade yelled. “They fucking started it!”
“I Do. Not. Care!” The sheriff turned to grab Ace by the collar who was trying to resist arrest by his deputy.
“Every last one of you are spending the night in jail!” While he handcuffed Ace then threw him through the doorway to his deputies, Shade saw Viper being handcuffed by another officer.
“You’re not putting cuffs on me,” Shade said between gritted teeth.
The sheriff wasn’t in the least fazed by Shade’s anger. “Then you better get your ass in the backseat of my squad car.”
Shade knew when he was beaten. He couldn’t argue with his father in front of the others.
“I’m going.”
Razer is going to owe me big-time for this, Shade thought as he strode angrily out of the bar, going to the sheriff’s car.
“Slide the fuck over,” Shade told Viper who scooted over to let him in. “This was a fucking mistake,” he told his president. “We should have waited until they came out and took care of them in the parking lot.”
Viper looked as bad as he did. His lip was split, and blood was oozing out of his nose.
“Your nose is broken,” Shade said, leaning back carefully against the seat.
“No shit, Sherlock.”