Razer's Ride

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Chapter 12
 
Beth was surprised at how quick the week went by while she stayed at Razer’s house. Switching patients with Evie had made her days shorter, but longer for Evie. Beth felt guilty, but could do little to change the situation until they could discover who had shot at her. Thankfully, next week they planned to switch again. Evie could go back to her original schedule, just different patients.
Friday was a light day for both of them with Beth and Evie both leaving the house early. Evie was able to finish after one patient. Beth finished early also, returning to the house at lunchtime, going into the kitchen for a bite to eat. Rider was sitting at the counter, eating a sandwich.
Beth got the bread and began making herself a peanut butter sandwich.
“The house is quiet, where is everyone?”
Rider grinned. “It’s Friday. Party day.” At Beth’s raised brow, he explained further. “Everyone went into town for supplies. Usually the guys go, but the girls went also. Heard them carrying on about something. I try not to listen when they’re scheming.” He gave a shudder.
Beth laughed. She had become friends with several of the house occupants, they respected her personal space and when she hadn’t responded to a few of their overtures, they had backed off with a smile. The thing that had surprised her the most was while they weren’t shy about where or with whom they had sex, it wasn’t as constant as she had thought.
They worked hard. Beth had heard them in the factory early before she had gone to work and worked late in the evenings. Often, they would come in exhausted just to grab a bite to eat before going to bed.
On the other hand, they were filled with sexual energy. Beth had walked in the living room or television room several times to find the members having sex. The first couple of times she had immediately left the room, deeply embarrassed how she still left the room, but it didn’t embarrass her as badly. She supposed she was becoming desensitized. Others who enjoyed watching would often join in if invited. Those were the ones that Beth had a harder time dealing with because she felt it was only a matter of time before she walked in to find Razer involved in another trio.
Beth finished her sandwich and was drinking her milk, taking her phone out, she going to call Razer and see what he was doing. He had still been sleeping when she left; she hadn’t wanted to wake him yet, she now regretted missing the morning sex that she had become accustomed to. She was about to punch his phone number in when the front door opened and the men came in carrying groceries with girls trailing behind, packing shopping bags from one of the few stores in town.
Evie raised her bag. “Beth you missed out, we emptied that excuse of a department store. After we get something to eat, we are going upstairs to change into our new clothes. I even, as your best friend, picked you up a little something, something.”
Beth laughed, lowering the phone as the kitchen became crowded with the guys putting up groceries and getting the meat ready for the grill.
“Watch it, be careful.” Beth’s attention was drawn to Natasha whose hand was covering a patch on the curve of her breast. Beth froze knowing in her gut what was underneath. Natasha went to the refrigerator taking out a soda. Opening it, she took several swallows before sitting at the counter.
Her hand shaking, Beth put the phone back in her pocket. Face white, she headed for the door, wanting to get out of the room as quickly as possible.
Jewell drew everyone’s attention to her. “What’s wrong Beth, you look like you’re going to throw up?”
“Where’s Razer?” Beth’s question came out in a whisper.
“He’s not here, he’s with…” not waiting for Evie to finish, Beth tried to leave the room. Evie grabbed her arm. “Let me get a cold rag.”
“No, I have to get out of here.”
“Leave her alone Evie, she knows,” Natasha said.
“Knows what?” Evie’s confused eyes searched Beth’s, then went to Natasha.
“Fuck no, he didn’t. That’s where you went while we were shopping?” Evie couldn’t believe Razer’s stupidity. The hurt in Beth’s face was something she never wanted to see repeated and now it was right before her again.
“Yes.” Natasha had guilt written all over her face.
“What date does it have?” Beth forced herself to look at Natasha expressionlessly.
“Today.”
“Congratulations.” Beth said forcing herself to walk slowly out of the kitchen. She had her keys in the pocket of her pants and kept walking until she was out the front door.
Shade was getting off his bike when he saw Beth walk out the door. Even from where he was sitting, he could see the pain on her face. Quickly, he took out his cell, punching Razer’s number.
“Beth is leaving the house. From her face, I would say she knows what went down this morning.”
“Keep her there. Be there in five.” The line disconnected.
This time, Beth did not run from the house, consoled that at least this time she had not caught Razer in bed with another woman. No, it was tattooed on the woman’s breast in plain sight so that every time Beth looked at her she would know the exact date that Razer had fucked her.
As she drew closer to her car she saw Shade leaning against the driver’s door, blocking her from getting inside it.
“Hi, Beth.”
“Shade.”
Beth paused, waiting for him to move out of her way. When he didn’t Beth tried politely to get him to move.
“Excuse me, Shade, I would like to get in my car.”
“Oh, going somewhere? “ As she was trying to get into her car, Beth figured that was pretty much self-evident.
“Yes. Do you mind?” Again, she tried to get in her car, but Shade would not budge.
“Actually I do. Razer will be here in a minute. He wants you to wait for him.”
“But I don’t want to wait for Razer,” Beth argued.
“Take that up with him.” He shrugged.
“To do that, I would have to be here, which I don’t want to be, now would you please move out of my way?”
“Too late.” Shade gave a nod to Razer who pulled in on his bike, deliberately blocking Beth’s car. Shade moved away as Razer got off his bike to face an angry Beth.
“I want to leave and I would appreciate it if you would move your bike.”
“Where are you going?”
“I need to see a patient.”
“Who?”
Beth thought fast. “Mrs. Rogers.”
Razer pulled out his cell phone. “What’s her number, I want to see what the emergency is?”
Beth couldn’t think that fast. “Never mind. I don’t have to tell you where I am going. I just am, Evie can bring my stuff when she comes to work Monday.”
“So you’re not planning on coming back?”
“No, I am not coming back,” she snapped, irritated.
“Why?”
“Why?” Beth repeated.
“Yes, Beth why are you moving out, knowing that you life is in danger,” Razer responded.
“Because I don’t want to stay here any longer.”
“Why?”
“None of your fucking business,” Beth said.
Razer’s eyes narrowed at her words. “Watch yourself, Beth.”