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.”
“No she is not.” Razer and Beth spoke at the same time. “I was going to make an appointment next week remember?” Winter could understand Razer’s concern. The woman determined to cut Beth’s hair own hair was teased and tortured until it stood several inches high.
“I am going to save you the trip,” Sex Piston said. Slamming her drink down on the table and sloshing what little was left over the side of the glass.
“She’s going home with me. You’re not touching her hair,” Razer warned the woman.
“I am not going home with you,” Beth argued back. This amazed Winter, because she had never known the woman to ever give a sharp reply to anyone.
“Yes you are,” Razer said between gritted teeth.
“No, I am not.”
“Beth is not going anywhere with you.” Crazy Bitch put her arm across the back of Beth’s chair. The rest of the biker women scooted their chairs closer to Beth.
“Back off,” Evie cautioned.
“Listen to the bitch,” Crazy Bitch taunted the men.
“I was talking to you,” Evie said, taking a step closer to the woman practically sitting on Beth’s lap.
“Evie.” The woman who had laughed at Beth’s description of Shade 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?” Winter didn’t think it was possible to hurt so badly, humiliated that she had ever believed it possible that Loker could want her. Staring at the gorgeous club member, she realized why he had no trouble keeping his distance from her.
“Viper didn’t want anyone to know he was in town.” Winter’s hands clenched on the table. She was one of the people that wasn’t supposed 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 look?” She pointed to Loker.
Natasha laughed. “Better.” All the time she had thought he was in Washington, he had been here in town having sex with the woman standing right in front of her. Winter stood, deathly afraid she was going to break down in front of everyone. She didn’t look towards Loker, aware he hadn’t taken his eyes off her.
“Damn.”
“Don’t matter how he fucks, none of you bitches are going to find out. Hell, he is 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. Winter winced, realizing that Loker had obviously been with more than one of the women who belonged to their club.
The women just sat at the table, ignoring the men. The Last Riders looked at the other motorcycle club in sympathy, which Winter was sure had to sting their pride.
“That’s it.” Ace moved forward to grab Sex Piston, who threw her drink glass at him. When he dodged it, he accidently shoved the bald headed Last Rider, who shoved him back.
“Let’s get out of here,” Shelly said, jerking Winter toward the door. Both groups of bikers began a free-for all, with the women joining in with just as much violence.
“Which of these bitches is Bliss? I am going to take care of her tonight too,” Winter heard one of the women yell.
Shelly and Lexi were both grabbing her arms, trying to get out of the way of the escalating fight. A hard shove almost sent the women to the ground. A scream left Shelly as they found themselves held upright by Loker and tattoo man.
“Get the fuck out of here,” Loker ordered.
Winter tore her arm free from his grasp. “We’re trying to.” Shelly and Lexi were pushed through the doorway first, while Loker blocked the fists flying his way. A grunt escaped his lips when a vicious punch landed on his ribcage. Another biker slammed his friend in the face with a tray that the waitresses used to carry drinks.
Loker managed to push her outside before the rival bikers bombarded him. Winter’s face was ashen as she tried to remember where she had parked her car. Shakily reaching into her purse, she located her keys. Scared stupid, Shelly and Lexi were standing by her car trying to get in while the doors were still locked, causing the shrill car alarm to fill the parking lot. Quickly, Winter hit the alarm button on her remote, then unlocked the doors. The women scrambled into the car, locking the doors behind them. Exasperated by this point, Winter was afraid she was going to lose what little control she had left. Taking a deep breath, she unlocked the doors again, opening the driver’s door before they could lock her out again.
Winter’s shaking fingers put the key into the ignition as the three women watched Razer walk out of the Pink Slipper with Beth struggling on his shoulder.
“Let’s get the hell out of here,” Shelly screamed.
She turned the key in the ignition before realizing they were trapped in the parking spot by dozens of motorcycles.
They could do nothing but wait and watch until the police were finally able to break up the fight, arresting all of the men and the Last Riders’ women. Beth’s friends came outside to taunt everyone as they were loaded into the waiting squad cars. Loker was brought outside with his hands handcuffed behind his back and put in the back of the Sherriff’s car. Winter hoped they locked him in jail and threw away the key, but didn’t have high expectations that her prayers would be answered.
***
Winter heard the knock as she stepped out of the shower. Hastily pulling on a pair of pink sweats and pink t-shirt, she rushed to answer the door. Opening the door to find Loker in the doorway was not what she wanted after the revelation that she had been nothing more than pawn used to get closer to Vincent. She hadn’t been home ten minutes before the small town rumor mill had been at work. When she had hung up from the third call, she had known everything there was to know about the president of the Last Riders.
She tried not to appreciate his muscular frame dressed in jeans and black shirt. The suits he had worn disguised how physically cut he was. Winter was embarrassed that she had ever believed a man like him would want her. In the two years she had known him, he had never come to her house dressed so casually. She figured now that the whole town knew his true identity, there was no longer a need to pretend.
“Loker, why are you here?” Her tone was less than welcoming.
“I would like to come in and explain.”
Winter held the door firm. “I don’t thin
k that will be necessary.”
Loker reached out and pushed the door open, easily forcing her back from the door.
“We need to talk.” She was smart enough to realize there was no way to avoid the humiliating end to the farce of a relationship they had. Sighing, she closed the door. This time it was her turn to paste on an expressionless mask.
“I was just about to pour myself a cup of coffee, would you like one?”
“No thanks.” He followed her down the hallway to her bright kitchen. The sunny room was warm and inviting with touches of her personality. She loved to cook, spending her free time in the room. She had even padded the chairs at the table because she preferred to do her paperwork there instead of her office.
“Take a seat.” She offered, not turning around to see if he had taken her suggestion. Removing a cup from the cabinet, she poured herself a cup of coffee. Out of habit, she did not add sugar, even though she liked her coffee sweet. With the sweetener, it tended to put her in hyper drive. She already felt on edge, she didn’t need the added stimulation.
Unable to put it off any longer, she turned to face Loker to see that he was sitting at her table, grimacing as he adjusted himself carefully in the chair.
“I see you’re a little worse for wear today. I did notice they seemed especially intent on you and the one with all the tattoos,” Winter said unsympathetically.