Chapter 2 Killed My Mother

Marina's POV

"Come join us." Oliver chirped, all smiles as he led me to the den where all the exotic bikes were parked. Infact, where all gang activities were talked about.

He was dressed in a black T-shirt and brown pants. It looked two sizes smaller, and it bothered me every time I saw it. I've only been here for three days since I somehow infiltrated the notorious biker gang.

While the other men couldn't care less for the petite new male recruit, Oliver seemed very excited. I wasn't sure if it was because he finally moved up in rank and all his responsibilities would be shifted to me or if he really just wanted a friend.

I look like a boy now, at least I put in the effort. Shit happened, in case you're wondering.

It's been six months. Six cruel months.

Revenge fueled my veins, ever since the assassination of my mother.

I was a crying mess that day with no one to comfort me. Weeks after, and I had become a hovering ghost with no reason to live. If anything, I wanted to join her.

The very minute I picked up a knife and wanted to end it in front of a mirror, I stared at my reflection for the first time.

My lips were chapped and torn in different places, my hair was very disheveled. I reeked of alcohol and sweat. I looked pathetic and I instantly knew my mother would've been so disappointed if I joined her.

I picked myself up and since then I have come this far, and I won't let anything deter me.

In front of that very mirror, after I had made up my mind to find my mom's killer, I cut my hair with the same knife, then dyed it a dark brown. I'm a redhead originally but I guess this is what we are doing now.

I didn't ask for this life. As at six months ago, while I was busy writhing under a man after a casino game, my mom was experiencing the worst unimaginable pain ever. I blame myself for her death, and I must avenge her. I must also avenge the same people that took my sister.

My mom had also been looking for my sister and she got a lead. The same biker gang. We still aren't sure if she truly ran away, but sources claimed that she ran away with a member of the gang.

The most heartbreaking part was the fact that my mom knew she was about to die and she was only trying to protect me by suddenly being strict. She also said that if she died, it would also be linked to the same biker gang.

It was all in a letter, and my tears stained the white sheet of paper until the ink became unreadable.

But still, I would never forget the contents of the letter, it will forever remain engraved in my memory.

Now, I have to deal with suffocating guys for God knows when but anything for my family. Oliver put his hands across my shoulders as he showed me around the den.

There was tons of graffiti on the wall and he told me that soon, I would get to do all of that. The biker den wasn't as dark as I thought, after all they had a clean building and they lived quite well.

I had already prepared myself for struggles but so far, things were good. My kind of things, since girly shit was so annoying.

Anyway, their captain would finally be back from his trip today. I've been dying to see the monster that hurt my family and the many ways I could think about killing him slowly after finding my sister. If only they knew their enemy was in their midst, they wouldn't treat me so nicely.

I tried not to make friends but Oliver obviously has no plans to leave me alone.

I wondered what their captain looked like all day and I felt the discomforting shift in the air as we all waited. He was near.

They haven't assigned a bike to me yet. Still, I envied the way they all leaned on their bikes even though Oliver scooted over so we could share his. He's so weird.

My enemy arrived in an official car with a driver in front. The car reeked of old money, but there was a hint of darkness all over it. His back was on me as he came out of the car, and an expensive jacket clothed his body, with limited edition shoes and black shorts.

With his back still against me, I still knew this man was too fucking grand to belong in a place like this. The men all maintained their positions with fear glistened on their faces, even the ones I thought were brave. Why were they all scared of this man?

With my face scrunched up in irritation, I turned to Oliver to ask why everyone was so scared but instead he told me not to speak.

It was the first time he spoke to me without looking at me, or with that cheerfulness in his tone. This enemy of mine, just who was he?

He was having a conversation with the man he left in charge of us, and he was also the man that handled my interview and recruited me into the biker gang. It was such a relief that I was a natural because all this time, no one suspected that I wasn't a man.

Finally, my enemy turned to face us and began to approach us. The minute his face got clearer, I jerked in disbelief.

I immediately swallowed a discomforting lump in my throat that certainly wasn't there, and I felt my knees quiver, as though they wanted to give way.

Recognition hung in my gaze, burning my face because I absolutely knew this man.

The hot stranger I let fuck me senseless a few months ago. The centre of all my following fantasies. The only man I thought about every time I touched myself after that incident. He was the best sex I ever had and everyday, I dreamt about meeting him and fucking him again.

Now he stood tall, inches away from me as he addressed the crowd, but I wasn't listening. The man I fantasized about for months is my enemy.

He killed my mother. Lust lingered somewhere deep inside of me, but all I could think about was revenge.

And fuck, what would happen if he recognized me too?