Thirty-Five

**

“Why the demolition of the men’s toilets Prez?” Spanner asked Stone, both men riding side by side.”

President and newly appointed Secretary having a quick exchange between brothers.

“Seems they’re not only used for shit and piss, but they also leak information too”, Stone said, wrapping his arm behind him to give Mallie a firm embrace.

They were on their way to the cemetery with Timber’s ashes, his request which was fortunate because it was also a necessity given the way he died.

Each member rode side by side with Razors in front, other M.C Presidents and their members following in succession from behind out of respect for a fellow comrade.

All up one hundred and thirty-seven members and their old ladies. All except the Westsiders who were un-invited with a clear warning to steer clear.

Kamryn rode behind Beetle who paired with Frost, both V.P and S.A.A silent on their journey.

China had Sonya on the back of his Harley, straight faced and solemn thought Kam looking across at her riding partner for the day.

Mai’s parents drove in the car like everyone else, at the end of a very long line of bikers.

The streets were filled with sightseers, media and stations all keen to broadcast such a sad day for some, momentous for others.

Kam had mixed emotions, she hadn’t dealt very well since the fast-paced momentum started to slow down, she felt restless and on edge.

Tonight, was her official ceremony, her parents weren’t welcome, neither were the public. Just patched members and their old ladies, prospects and those from other accepted clubs.

A death in a M.C meant everyone affiliated with a known club, ceased fire. It was an unwritten law that all animosities were suspended, like the war between German and English soldiers in 1914, who all shared Christmas, laying down their arms known as ‘live and let live’.

Their celebration, like todays memorial was to be held on ‘no man’s land’, dedicated land for the dead. The cemetery.

All the fuck rooms were apparently booked out, had many riders from interstate camping on Razors land, even had two camper vans show up and hook into the power supply.

Thanks to her dad, Bob, all should go well!

Spanner and China hired porta-loos and some company to cook off site, on the other side of the cyclone fencing of all things, so barmaids slash cleaners could serve everyone later, bikers and the likes who would be coming back after the service while others rode home after speaking with either Stone, now Spanner, Frost or Beetle.

It was a big deal, especially to Ryn because she would be getting initiated and club life was still relatively new.

Crumbs ...

She squeezed Blackguard with her thighs and continued down the main road doing a respectable 20 mph.

Beetle looked over his shoulder, nodded once then looked straight ahead. He had her and she had him wrapped so tightly around each other’s fingers, if she wasn’t so sexually frustrated, she’d cry.

Them both falling asleep so quickly the night before was a small blessing otherwise they’d have behaved like bunnies. The main reason she was feeling the way she was right now.

Friday and Saturday was just down right busy. Making phone calls, confirming times, extending invitations, ensuring everyone was catered for. Security companies were hired to keep the deprived at bay like, reporters, cameramen, Westsiders!

At least Beetle played five on one in the shower, her shower had been a rush job with no guided tour downstairs. Urgh!

“You okay Kamryn?” asked Sonya, her vision covered with the same shades China had on.

Because they were traveling slow, Mal’s visor was up, her nose and eyes exposed. Her little black leather open down to the waist, her leather clad jeans hugging her form, her trusty boots adorning her feet.

Thank God her father fixed her bike in time, otherwise she’d be pillion on the back of Beetles bike.

Cheeky old man knew the ignition wire had been cut all along as it turns out. Smart alec!

“I am, I am. Just thinking about the here and now”, Kam said smiling although Sonya couldn’t really see that.

**

Timber had his own plot, situated under an enormous white gum. Kamryn felt privileged to stand amongst so many and be up the very front beside her man, Beetle.

Kamryn couldn’t see her parent’s, but she knew they were out there somewhere.

Stone and no one else stepped forward and spoke simple but powerful words. That was the Razors way...

“Patrick James Kelly. Timber. He was a great man, a great brother, a man I considered a friend the first time we met.

Tall lanky shit who spoke very few words but that said enough.

Experienced the glory, lived by the rules, honored the code, died with integrity. We Razors choose our side carefully and avoid the blade. We cut fine we cut deep, before you know it the damages is done. Our club, Our future, Our Way, avoid the blade.

Rest easy big fella. Never forgotten.

There was not a dry eye anywhere but the vicinity was eerily quiet. A solitary patch was lain down on the fresh dirt then set a light.

Secretary. Timber. Razors M.C.

**

“Sweetling I gotta get out of here”, said Beetle.

“Hmmm. I’m too tired to ride, which is a shame I luuuv my bike”, said Ryn allowing Beetle to hold her close.

“Said my good-byes, who I thought necessary but it’s time we went home”.

Home thought Ryn looking around the room.

It was smoky, stunk of cigarettes, alcohol and a mixture of cologne, perfume and sweat.

Gag! thought Kam.

“You’re names been shortened Nin-ja!” said Beetle grabbing Ryn around the front of her neck and hauling her in closer.

“I never knew so many Presidents would try and persuade me to leave after being inducted”, she breathed, her alcohol breath hazing with his.

“Fuckin’ who tried baby, tell me and their dead!”

“Don’t you trust me?” she said licking his bottom lip, his own tongue meeting hers at the seam.

“Not till I get myself another license”.

“Another! What does that make, three? she asked disbelievingly. “Surely not!”

“This one entitles me to all licenses. For that dangerous mouth, your lethal snatch, your hands, those gorgeous tits that keep beggin’ for my attention”.

“That they do”, she sighed, resting against Beetles front. “Is that all?” she asked , her eyes going darker than the brown that they were.

“You Sweetling, I want in that candy store. Now and forever”, he said capturing her mouth and claiming his woman for everyone to see.

"All of you, just like the first time I met you in your kitchen, you’re fucking gorgeous Ryn", he breathed, smiling against her lips

"Uh! You think I'm gorgeous?"

"Come on Sweetling I've got me a pair of handcuffs burning a hole in my back pocket".

The room cheered. Many people clapped. Beetle was thumped on his back so many times, but he didn’t stop walking till he was astride his bike, his Ryn sliding on the back.

**