“What the fuck are you doing here?” an angry voice asked. Winter’s eyes looked toward the biker who spoke sharply to the women, unable to believe what her eyes were telling her.
“Loker James?” Beth’s questioning voice reverberated through Winter’s shocked mind. She couldn’t suppress a gasp from escaping her lips, drawing his attention. Their gazes met across the room as she took in his tight leather pants, boots, and black t-shirt with a leather vest. The Last Rider’s patches were on the back, proclaiming his membership. The tribal sleeve down one arm was another shock; she hadn’t even known he had a tattoo, much less one so large. She had never seen him in anything but expensive suits with his hair immaculately brushed. Now the dark mass was longer than she would ever believe he would wear it, making him appear just as dangerous as the others standing next to him. Loker had always displayed a brooding presence with his sophisticated appearance. In his biker gear, there was no appearance of sophistication, nothing was civilized about this man. This Loker James was someone to watch warily, then get the hell out of dodge, which is what everyone in the restaurant was doing.
“He’s Viper,” Evie said.
“Well that’s none of my business, is it?” Winter saw Beth’s hand tremble when she picked up her drink.
“To answer your question, if Beth was in trouble, we were going to be here to help,” Evie answered Loker’s angry question.
“Who the fuck are you?” Killyama asked.
“Evie,” she answered in a tough voice.
“You the bitch who left Beth high and dry? Damn girl, you got balls to stand there after you fucked her man, then watched her man fuck these other bitches.”
Winter noticed the other club was beginning to look at the Last Riders members with dawning respect.
“How you manage that man? My bitch would cut my balls off in my sleep if I touched another bitch,” Ace asked Razer.
“We did it to protect her. We had a brother who was a crazy fuck and the only way we could protect her was to put space between us,” Razer answered.
“Yeah, was the hand that was playing with her titty imaginary? Anyone of these fucks do that to one of my bitches, I’m gonna cut his hand off,” Killyama warned before leaning back in her seat. Winter noticed the other motorcycle club lost their admiring expressions.
“No it wasn’t imaginary…”
“Let’s go, Winter.” Shelly and Lexi were grabbing their purses, Winter picked her purse up, but hearing her cousin’s name drew her attention back to the bikers.
“… Bedford was arrested or he would never have made a clear move against us. We had to have proof he betrayed the club. We couldn’t take someone outside the club’s word as proof without evidence,” Evie explained.
Winter had heard that her cousin Vincent had been arrested for conspiracy to commit the murder of an investor that had disappeared four years ago. The killer who Vincent hired must have been a member of the Last Riders.
“So instead, you betrayed Beth. She’s not club so she didn’t matter.” Killyama threw the explanation back in Evie’s face.
“She matters.” This time it was Razer who spoke.
“Not enough,” Crazy Bitch answered. “But I have a question I need answered.” Turning to Beth she asked. “The one with all the tats, he do anything to hurt you because my fingers are dying to see how far down those tats go.”
Winter didn’t have to guess which Last Rider she was referring to because the women’s eyes all turned toward the heavily tattooed biker standing next to Razer. Both men had dark brown hair, but the one with the tattoos was cut short and was leaner than the other bikers, but it didn’t make him look less dangerous than the rest of the men. The woman must be crazy to be attracted to him. Even from where she was sitting, Winter could see that he would be a merciless opponent.
“No, he is the best of the bunch. Never saw him laying a hand on the women. Never drunk, didn’t see him at the parties. I have no problem with Shade.”
Winter noticed that the Last Riders, both male and female, mouths dropped open. One of the women began laughing, with the other women from the club joining in also.
“Are you serious? He’s the wor…” The woman’s voice was cut off immediately.
“Shut-up.” Shade’s voice gave Winter a chill down her back.
“Damn, you had to go and blow it, telling her to shut-up. Don’t let him talk to you that way bitch. Still, if you fuck as good as you look, I could always tape your mouth shut.” Winter didn’t doubt Crazy Bitch could.
“You aren’t going to be touching nothing of his bitch. Get on the back of my bike, we are leaving,” a biker behind Ace yelled.
“I am not going anywhere with you Joker. We are going to Beth’s house after we get done here. Sex Piston is going to cut her hair.”