Chapter 4 What!

Third Person's Narrative;

Theresa had just come out of the club where she had come to get a drink after a satisfactory night of good fucking. She came out through the back door, intending to get her bike from where she parked it.

However, she stops in her tracks when she sees a buff, plus-sized man leaning against it.

Her bike is not the only one parked here, but it's by far the most expensive. It's the new 2022 MV Augusta rush her father got her just three days ago. She was confident enough to park it here, as she had some of her men on standby to watch it. Not just to watch it, but to watch her as well, and intervene on her command if there's any danger or anything she wants them to attend to.

However, she doesn't understand why they didn't stop the oversized man from leaning on her bike. That's an issue she'd attend to, later...

The space behind the club has been converted into a parking space for the biker customers of the club. This conversion was made by the bikers themselves, and although it wasn't officially commissioned by the club, it is seen and respected as a biker's parking space by both the club and the customers, while the parking space in front of the club is for car owners.

There are two men standing above another man who's dressed in a black one-piece suit on the floor. He has shoulder-length dark hair that's been packed and gelled firmly behind his head. It looks like these two men are about to descend on him without giving him a fair fight, and that's all she can notice or care about.

Right now, she needs to get that fat man off her bike and rush off to catch her father's doctor at the hospital where she's been told he is before he runs off again.

She needs and wants to know what's truly going on with her father. He's been getting weaker and paler by the day.

"Hey, fatty! Get off my bike! "She yells and all three men turn to her.

"Need help ma'am? "One of her men says into the micro mic in her ear, and she shakes her head in negation.

"No. Stand down. I can handle this on my own. "She whispers back, and silence follows.

"Hey, Barbie. Aren't you supposed to be under a man somewhere or in a kitchen!? Get lost now before you get hurt. "The fat man yells back, and Tessa cringes at how insulting his words are.

"I don't know. I seem to have an interest in other hobbies. Like cutting fools like you, down to size. Why don't you come over here, and let me show you how that works? "She says to the fat man. Now taking his words personally and deciding to tame his smartmouth.

"Hey, little woman... Why don't you just get out of here? This has nothing to do with you. It's not your business. Get lost before you make us hurt you. "The second man yells, and Tessa gets irritated.

"You know what? I have just decided to make this my business. Get away from him! "She yells as she shoves her phone into her back pocket, and all three men stare at her in awe.

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Cameroon's POV;

I am laying weakly on the floor in front of these two idiots. They had drugged me and made me immobile. Then they brought me to who knows where. Intending to finish me off.

I always make my men stop a distance away when I go for my private walk, but they are usually always aware of what is going on with me. The fact that these men could get to me without my men knowing, simply means that there's yet another mole amongst my men.

And it irritates me. Don't they know that I'd always fish them out!? That aside. I need to figure out how to get out of this mess I'm in. I've regained consciousness and can now move my hands, but most of my ability to move is still lost.

These bastards have stabbed me multiple times in the side, and the white shirt under my suit is now dark red with my blood. I'm losing a lot of blood, and it's not good.

"I'm going to enjoy tearing you apart just like you did with my brother... "The blonde man with the dagger tattoo on his neck says, and I simply glare at him. He had just kicked me in the side when I hear a girl yell.

"Hey, fatty! Get off my bike! "

I turn my head in the direction where the voice came, and for a moment I freeze.

Beautiful does not do justice to what she is.

A tall, slender figure dressed in all-black leather. From her bootheels all the way to her jacket. Dark leather that firmly hugs her curvaceous, tall frame.

She has her black hair packed in a high, firm, ponytail, and her lips are coated in bright, red paint. Her long lashes are shielding her eyes, and this plus the darkness around makes it difficult for me to see their color.

She is beautiful but seems to be equally stupid. Any normal person would know that this is a dangerous situation. One a lady definitely shouldn't get involved in.

I watch her and these men exchange words for a little while, and then...

"You asked for this, sweetheart... "The plus-sized man leaning against a power bike I think is her's says, and she smirks as she tightens her leather fingerless gloves around her wrists.

He pulls out a pocket knife and I watch in silence as he slowly walks up to her, but my eyes widen in shock as he goes down in JUST A SECOND!

She had thrown a kick at his neck, and he passed right out. How her leg was able to move that high, or fast, I don't know... But it was unbelievable to watch.

"Oh, did I forget to mention that this Barbie has gone through tons of self-defense classes, and has a black belt in karate? "She says with a sly smirk as she stares at the guy left, and he smirks back.

"Grand. An equal match. Let's see how good you really are. "He replies, and then he turns to me.

"I'd be back for you. "He says, and with the confidence in his voice, I can only hope that this girl's bark isn't worse than her bite.

He turns around and heads for the girl and one of the most intense fights I've witnessed in weeks erupts.

Turns out the girl didn't just make high claims. I watch her fight furiously and with a lot of determination and the two of them seem unwilling to surrender to the other. The guy suddenly throws a slap across her face and she groans in pain and staggers a few steps back.

"Aww. Would you look a that? You really thought you could contend with me. Didn't your daddy ever teach you not to mess with men? "He laughs, and she suddenly launches herself at him, and with sudden, and shocking speed, she stabs him in the neck with his dagger and throws him to the ground. Leaving him to bleed, choke, and gasp for air.

"On the contrary, he taught me how to treat idiots like you. "She replies, and with that, she walks up to the bike parked beside me, and then she casts her gaze down at me.

Then is see her eyes. Her pale blue eyes. Eyes as blue as the sky and so bright and filled with life. Filled with life but equally dark... Dark and cold... And distant. An intriguing contrast. How can one's eyes hold such conflicting tales?

She mounts her bike and stares down at me. Asif contemplating helping me, and I shut my eyes in annoyance. I hate being in situations like this.

Situations that leave me at people's mercy.

"Get him to a hospital and attend to his wounds. When he's in better shape, you can take him home. You can leave the body here for the cops to find.

I don't care about that. And the fat one isn't dead, I just knocked him out. I'm heading to the hospital. "She says, and I look up at her with creased brows.

Who is she talking to?

I watch in silence as she puts on her helmet, and just as she zooms off, three men in suits walk up to me. Two of them help me up, and I realize that she was talking to them.

She must have been talking to them through a secret mic or something. She must be quite influential. There's just something about her that's not... Ordinary. I wonder who she is. And why does she seem... Familiar to me?

A car soon pulls up in front of us, and they lead me into it.

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Tessa's POV;

I park my bike in front of the hospital, and after pulling my helmet off, I march into the massive building with the pencil heels of my boots clicking proudly with every vexed step I take.

It's way past visiting hours, but it's fine. I'm here for doctor Rico. Not any patient. One of the men I set to watch him, told me when he left home and arrived here.

I barge into his office and shut the door behind me, and as he turns around and sights me, I watch all the color in the lanky man's face, fade.

"Start talking. "I command with a scowl on my face and he gulps.

"Miss Gold... What are you... Doing here so... Late? "He questions and I tighten my fists in annoyance.

"Start talking, Rico. Don't test me! "I reply, and he falls silent. Pulling at the last strings of patience I have left.

Today has been quite an annoying day for me, and honestly, I don't want to have to spill his blood over his desk to get what I want.

"What... Do you want to know, ma'am? "He questions, and I lose it.

I make my way around his table and push him against the wall behind him with my left forearm pressed mercilessly against his throat.

From the shock on his face, it's evident that he wasn't expecting me to be able to move so fast in heels, but when you've spent your whole life training to always be prepared for the most unlikely situations as a woman, there's actually very little you can't do.

I pull out my knife from my right boot and place the sharp object right under the frightened doctor's chin.

"Let's see if we can jog your memory, Rico... "I say as I begin to gently push the pointy, sharp blade up, and soon red liquid begins to drip. Staining my blade and dropping down to my fingers.

"Please, Tessa... Your father told me not to tell you... "He begs, and I stare him dead in the eyes.

"You can either obey that order or live... The choice is yours, doctor... "I reply as I keep pushing my blade into his delicate skin, and he caves.

He blurts my father's condition to me, and I freeze in horror.

"What...? "