Chapter 5 Get The Fuck Out Of My Clan

Marina's POV

"Sergey! What were you thinking! You do realize you just gave the captain the upper hand in this situation, right? He'll definitely make you leave. What are you going to do when you just got here?"

Oliver's hands flew to his mouth when I told him this morning. The whole of last night, I turned in my sleep and when I managed to dream, beads of sweat would break out when I jerked awake. Nightmares of being caught, my life taken away from me when I've barely started.

I tried to steady my breathing, telling myself that if I tricked my heart into believing I wasn't in distress, maybe it wouldn't be, but it didn't work, and Oliver was making it a hundred times worse.

Won't tell him shit again, noted.

"I'll figure it out. I'm leaving now, he just called me to the garage." I said, standing up to leave. We just had lunch at the general cafeteria. I absolutely didn't enjoy the sauce that came with the rice. Gosh, I missed home for this one thing. I didn't even have a home anymore.

"Good luck! You'll definitely need all of it." He said behind me as I sauntered out.

I rolled my eyes as I left, giving him a thumbs up from behind.

The second my face came face to face with the outside breeze, a wave of fear washed over me. All the goosebumps on my skin rushed to the surface and overtook all my pores as I tried to catch my breath over and over.

This was what anxiety felt like. I didn't have to deal with it for the most part of my life, but it has become a part of me over the past couple of months. It's been so hard, from agreeing to come here, making it here and now trying to retain my stand since that fucking bastard wanted me to leave.

I had studied hard and prepared for everything pertaining to this field of work, so what's the worst that can even happen?

.....

I spoke too soon.

Air left my lungs when I spotted the captain, Varce. He had his back on me, and the man was wearing a black vest and black track pants. The type with pockets, and he was awfully comfortable. He didn't care what he was doing to me. At least he should've dressed appropriately. Why the hell was I even complaining?

I arrived at the garage where all the bikes were. A couple of cars were there too as I had seen earlier but they seemed to be in bad shape but a good number were in order.

"Sergey?" He mentioned my name from behind as I walked in and my shoulders tensed. He was playing around with some tools.

"Yes Captain, it's me." I said timidly for no reason.

"Come here." His deep voice danced around my ears. I hastily walked up to be in his direct vision and fuck, I wished I didn't have to see his face. My nipples that were neatly packed and tied up under my shirts definitely sprang to life.

"Do you know what I want from you?" I know he meant well but the double meaning from another angle reminded me of that night. My enemy fucked like a beast. For a minute I was lost in thought but I still managed to reply to his question.

"No, Sir" I faced him head on , remembering the reason he mocked me, for probably thinking I was weak.

"Look around, you know where we are. The garage, hopefully someone has shown you around, even though it probably wasn't necessary since you're leaving, but at least you'll brag about seeing this place to your friends."

The butterflies in my stomach immediately began to disappear one by one as my lips curled downwards in a frown. He was such an asshole.

Of course he was definitely this way, from what I remembered from months ago. It was the same way he underestimated me and I shocked him by winning, even though it was just luck. Was that something he enjoyed doing or what?

I didn't respond to him because, what the hell would I even say that would be appropriate? It was better to shut my mouth in cases like this before I got myself in trouble with my foul mouth, but I knew my face gave my emotions away anyway.

I was glaring at the man.

"I won't lose." He eyed me, something tense passing through his eyes, like he wanted to drive his fist into my face. Then he let out a dark, very dark chuckle that made promises of certain doom.

Oh fuck. What was the friggin task?

I watched him laugh, his pretty face stirring something in my stomach the whole time. When he was done, he began to walk deeper into the garage.

"Follow me." When we walked further and it was getting dark, he turned on the lights, and that's when I saw the most shocking but mesmerizing view in my entire life.

No,I haven't been to this part of the garage but being here now, I understood why. Infact, I felt undeserving. Just when I thought I had seen it all, my jaw dropped.

Bikes. Tons of expensive, vintage, fairly used bikes. They were like nothing I had ever seen, like the types bikers used in movies. I couldn't believe they were actually real, and many of them had designs that a human couldn't possibly think about inspiring.

"Close your fucking mouth and get over here." His voice cut through my haze as he glared at me and I blinked severally before running to where he stood.

"Drag that one out to the surface, you need to perform your task in the open, under direct sunlight, plus, its fucking hot in here."

The most beautiful of them all. A harley with a red finish. So exotic looking. Did he say drag? Was it not working?

I raised my head to face him, but he turned around and began to walk out. I gulped when I tried to move the thing. It was the heaviest thing ever. Was this some type of punishment? To prove to me that I couldn't be here? To show how weak my muscles were like he said? The fuck?

I struggled to drag it but it was so difficult.

"Hurry up and quit proving me right!"

Fucking asshole. I guess that was all the motivation I needed. I pushed the bike with all my might, all my bones were so visible, my nerves at the surface, my face scrunched up as I forcefully began to prove him fucking wrong.

His arms were folded, at least I could see his build from afar. He was at the entrance now.

I pushed until I made it. I was so exhausted but at least he nodded his head satisfactorily.

"Phase one completed."

"What?" I asked, confused.

"You thought this was the task?" Then he broke into that silly laugh that always managed to almost knock my socks off instead of getting me pissed. I hated him. I hated him so much. I couldn't wait to kill him. I'll always find another man to fuck.

"Look around you." I did as he asked and I saw that some bikers had joined us. A bad feeling hung in my throat, the weather seeming to get heavier.

"I need eye witnesses. Normally I wouldn't concern myself with things like this but this is definitely fun. Look at this bike, it's my most beloved possession. Somehow, it got ruined and nobody, and I mean nobody has been able to fix it. Yes, I've given up on it, and that's why you're here. There are no rules anyway."

"You want me to fix it?" My gaze narrowed as I darted my eyes from him and to the bike. Is he crazy?

"Smart boy. Tools are right there. Get to work. If you can't, get the fuck out of my clan."