“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.”

“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.