Razors M.C. Zero to 100 mph #2

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Beetles job was to observe Sebastian O’Rourke, make no phone calls unless Seb was on the move then wait till he heard from China who was busy back at the club doing his thang!

Kung Fu fucking Panda was on a mission doing reconnaissance while in front of his computers, probably with a drink to his left and a heater warming his feet up to his tush. Fucking arsehole!

Beetle was freezing his nuts off, sitting on his bike behind some parked cars looking like a fucking delinquent!

Maybe Ryn was right he thought scowling. “Man child”, he whispered under his breath, blowing what warmth he had into his hands to keep them a teensy bit warmer.

Blasted O’Rourke didn’t even leave his house which made sitting around all the more boring. No lights came on in any other part of the house except where Beetle was told his office was, bottom floor back corner.

As the hours clicked over too slowly, he was finally rewarded when China rang his phone, “All good Dopey. You can come back, he’s in for the night”.

“Tell me I didn’t sit here feeling my nuts in the back of my throat for nothing”, Beetle said clenching his teeth so they didn’t chatter.

“You have detachable balls?” China asked sounding interested.

“When I get back I’ll personally show you cunt”, Beetle said angrily. “Hope you got what you wanted arsehole?”

“Just phone calls, we need the same again tomorrow night”.

“So as 1%érs we’re babysitting now?”

“You’re on speaker”, China reminded Beetle, nodding his head at his President out of respect.

“Aint saying nothin’ I wouldn’t say to his face”, said Beetle hanging up the call, rolling his bike down the street before starting the engine.

If he didn’t warm up soon, his junk won’t either and he wanted to visit a sleeping Ryn’s. Kicking his bike to life he rode down the street before turning his headlights back on.

**

“O’Rourke talked to Christie for five minutes. We heard some of what she said but her mum was whining in the background and the t.v interfered with the transmi ...“.

“I don’t give a fuck! What did you get?”

“You’re like a rapid dog!” said China looking at Stone like his feelings got hurt.

“Don’t like repeating myself”, was all Stone said ignoring China’s petulance.

“She promised on her new kitten’s life she had not been talking to anyone. She even promised her ‘Daddy’...” China said rolling his eyes “... that she had been ignoring every call and text Dwane’s been making her way”.

“Dwayne’s been trying to ring her?”

“Hmmm. Tables seem to have turned. He was the one ignoring her over the past weeks according to what she told Daddy,” China said rolling his eyes again.

“What did Daddy ... Christ you make me sick ...” said Stone, angry at himself for repeating the same word “... what did shit face ask?”

“The line wasn’t clear enough, something about being useless and his arm hurt”.

“Boo fucking Hoo”, said Stone sipping his bourbon. “He’s yet to meet me”, he said toasting himself. “What else?”

“He rang Senator Sheffield and told him his financial support is stopping. He didn’t sign up for the ‘cloak and dagger’ bullshit. Mike didn’t know what he was talking about when Seb mentioned Reeves”, China said smiling.

“Both Senator and Seb argued till Seb hung up”.

“Had my birthday not long ago, Mal gave me the best gift a man could ever want. Tonight feels like Easter”, Stone said smiling to himself. “And in future, if you’re on speaker or not, that’s my call”.

China looked a little put out, worse than his petulance.

“Beetle couldn’t give two fucks who heard him complainin’. I wouldn’t either if I had to freeze my nuts off for a couple of hours”.

“Got it!”

“I’d turn that heater off too. If I know my V.P he’d rather wrap that electrical cord around your neck than know you were warming your dick all night”.

“Got it”. China said getting up and disconnecting the heater from the wall.

“What else you got?” Stone said chuckling.

“What did Max get up to?” China asked instead.

“Dumb cunt was at home till I had to leave to follow ‘Daddy’..." Stone said using his two rude fingers when China shot him a look. "Much preferred if Max was the one who'd left the house", Stone said cracking his knuckles.

China got up and stretched his muscles, his back and neck were aching after hours of sitting. Observing two large screens while listening in on his devices, he felt stiff. Gathering all the data from phone calls, planted bugs, he was still a long way from his wife and his pillow, while waiting to hear back from the others.

“He went and bought some fucking milk from 7-11”.

“Which one?”

Stone looked baffled but gave the address to China anyway.

“Corner Roth and Sanders. Why?” Stone asked sounding impatient, milk was just fucking milk.

“I’ll check the video surveillance”.

Stone was tired, three and a half hours of riding there and back with no action takes it’s toll on a sleep deprived, very horny body thought Stone, rolling his head back and forth on his shoulders waiting for China to explain.

“Seb made two more calls, his attorney and the Newspaper”, China said typing away in a world of his own, swiveling on his seat from left to right slowly while he scanned one screen then another and back again.

“So, the cards will fall where they may," Stone said under his breath, watching China get absorbed in his work.

Something he had no patience for, hence the geek guru!

“Do you often pay for milk with paper?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Senator Sheffield purchased that milk with a piece of paper Prez”.

“Well fuck me!” Stone scoffed. Remembering the moment China and Beetle used the same phrase, Frost would be impressed but this time Stone didn’t chuckle he threw his glass against the wall instead.

“Gotta find me that employee for fucks sake!”

“Yup!”

That meant no warm M’eudail and another three hour ride.

“Call Beetle, tell him to stay in town, I may need him as back up if shit hit’s the fan”.

“Got it”, China said bending down to plug the heater back in the wall.

“Dipshit!”

“Yup!”

**

Frost had been assigned to watch Reeves from a cage, his leg too painful to sit astride his bike after riding for so long with Beetle to and from Kamryn’s place. His sleep may have been less troubled than Beetle’s, but his body had a mind of its own.

The Westsiders M.C had a packed house, their dilapidated building in poorer state than their M.C before the repairs. Bikes parked haphazardly, trying to avoid damaging the undercarriage of their bikes with all the potholes around the place.

Smeared, filthy windows hiding who stood inside, weeds growing wild like unkempt gardens, deep rivets on their road in and out from the constant comings and goings. When the rain hit hard, that place would be a slosh pit thought Frost, hugging his cut to keep warm.

"Crazy cunts", he said breathing out more condensation.

tap, tap, tap.

"You here for a reason?"

Frost looked out the passenger side window and saw an ugly mother fucker holding a pistol, his knuckles resting against the pane of glass waiting for Frost to lower the window.

"Yeah! I didn't get any fries with my burger", Frost said disgustedly.

"Think you're a funny cunt!"

"Nah! Just hungry. Been waiting long enough, d'you get me a complimentary drink for the wait?"

"Get out of the van. You're trespassin'"

"Trespassers get asked to move on ..." Frost said not moving " ... If I get out am I your guest?" Frost asked smirking.

"Reeve's may not take too kindly to your arse being near our place. Get out of the van", the ugly mother fucker asked again. At least Frost got him to repeat himself. Stone would be proud!

"Fine, fine, fine", Frost said reaching for his door, winding the window down slowly in the process.

Ugly mother fucker walked around the front of the vehicle and waited for Frost but what he got was a punch through the open window, smack bang in the middle of his nose, then a shoved door into his bent over head.

"Dumb cunt", Frost said giving him a quick search then getting back in the driver's seat, doing up his belt 'cos you couldn't be too careful, only to drive away slowly without his headlights on.

Fun night but worthless he thought!

Heading towards to the club which was under two hours away, quicker if he was on his goddamn bike, he dialed China.

"Got me some trouble, heading home China. Got tagged," he said on his phone.

"Drive to corner of Roth and Sanders then wait. Might need that cage after all".

"For fucks sake. I'm only obliging 'cos I don't have a warm pussy waiting for me".

"Stone and Beetle will meet you there".

"Right! Later".

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