A Princess In An All Male Biker Clan

Marina's POV

I walked into the casino fearlessly with my head held high. This will be my first appearance after a long time.

This black provocative dress, my hair in a classic sleek bun, my lips stained the color of fresh blood, and my milky skin made me feel like the Russian princess that I was for once.

It wasn't hard to understand why all the attention was on me, and honestly, I didn't need it, but I needed to look the part.

I needed to double the last four million dollars I had left, since mom refused to give any more to me. All I did was buy expensive designer pants, exquisite male jackets and T-shirts and a couple of caps, like a dozen times.

I understood that she didn't like that I dressed that way, but I preferred comfort over stupid dresses like this one I had on now. Not only did it invite unwanted attention, it also made me look different, like some prey.

The casino was similar to the ones I've seen in movies, and men in well tailored suits were scattered across like ants gathering fresh candy.

My Aunt is hosting a humanitarian event tomorrow and I needed to be there for her and donate.

Fully bent on doing what I came to do, my heels clicked on the pure white floor, my arms carefully by my side the whole time as I acted like their surprise didn't bother me. Boldly, I slipped into a seat where a group of men were sitting around a poker table.

I watched the way their mouths parted and the way their eyes widened in surprise. It was totally my fault. Everyone thought I was dead. Even now, rumors of me being here had already spread and they couldn't even stop the gossip from floating into my own ears.

I'm princess Marina, the heir to my mother's fortune since my sister decided to disappear out of the blue years ago.

I noticed some of the men checking me out, eyes pinned on my tits but really, anything for this game to work in my favor.

Even if they let me win, I would shamelessly take it after seducing them like this. There was no feminism here when I needed to win and not blow four million dollars.

I learnt how to play casino games just two weeks ago. I studied harder than I ever had to do in my life for this moment, and it was finally here. The dealer began to shuffle cards, and my heart thumped in my chest a little, apprehensiveness and fear clothing me like a second skin. I will win. I must win, no matter what it takes.

It was a table for six, one for the dealer, one for me, and there were three other men. There was just one empty seat beside me. I wondered who had it, but not for long.

A tall, hot, gorgeous devil with a face fit for only high class magazines graced the seat.

Immediately I set my eyes on him, my senses heightened and for some reason, I bit back a fucking appreciative moan. He barely even touched me or noticed me. Heat immediately enveloped the length of me.

He apologized for being late and he settled in, staking his own money. His ebony black thick hair ran with the wind as it scattered across his face, softy. I noticed it from my peripheral vision, and it made my insides jubilate.

After what felt like hours of ogling his features, the dealer spoke.

"Welcome to the first round of this game. May the best player win." The men grinned mischievously as though they all had sly moves up their sleeves.

When he began to share the cards, I guess I somehow caught the attention of the hot devil beside me.

"Hey." My body stiffened, then relaxed. A simple hey was all it took to completely undo me, even though I never cared for men.

All I did was dress like one and annoy my mother but for the first time ever, I was so glad to be a woman, almost naked and glowing in my hotness.

His voice made the hairs at the back of my head stand in excitement, and I practically craned my neck to see him clearly.

I guess, maybe I shouldn't have. He was awfully close, so fucking close. Oh God. His features kissed my face and it made me dizzy.

The dealer cut through the tension immediately and finally, the game commenced.

I fixed my concentration on the cards as I couldn't afford to fail after betting everything I had.

"You're so interested in winning." He said in a teasing tone, as if he admired the way I was focused. His breath slapped my ears sensually, and I melted.

"Stating the obvious?" I asked cockily, my lips curled up in a grin I hoped he didn't notice, or the way my cheeks tinted red.

"I guess." This time, I felt his hard gaze on my face. He took his time to stare at me shamelessly, his eyes dropping down to my outfit after having a good look at my face. I tried to pretend like I didn't notice but my heart was dancing in my chest.

"How cute." He said in a low voice, more to himself than to me, but it still got me all giddy.

"You're that Russian lost princess, aren't you? I've not seen you before. Where have you been? Rumors don't do your beauty Justice."

So he knew me. He said I'm beautiful!

"Around?" I said, tired of the boring question.

"I see. Well, princess. This game is a dangerous game, and I don't see you winning it at all, so why bother?"

Asshole. The butterflies in my stomach immediately screeched to a halt. I clicked my teeth.

I wanted to lash out in response but once again his features practically assaulted me. Why did he have to be so hot?

"We'll see about that then."

"Bold, hot and sexy. Aren't you?" He smirked, his hot gaze burning up my skin. Such a dirty talker.

"I mean, we love a self aware princess, don't we?" I clapped back and by the amused grin on his face, he was loving where this was going.

We bickered on and on as the game went on. Others barely noticed as their eyes were on the game. Soon, I weaved my golden heels in between his legs, playing with it and acting like I didn't know what I was doing.

"Seducing me so you'll win? He grunted against my ears. "You're doing a fucking good job, but two can play this game." He whispered in the most husky voice I had ever heard and a shiver ran down my spine.

My eyes widened as a trail of hotness traveled across my skin. Goosebumps attacked me as I felt his burning flesh on top of my naked thighs. His full hand was on top of it, running through it sensually, sending me into a frenzy.

I ignored him, and pretended like I wasn't affected so he inched further, his fingers crawling deeper into my thighs. When his fingers reached just before the middle, a sensation rippled through me, causing me to let out a quiet, breathless gasp. When I faced him subtly, his eyes were on me.

"Losing your mind already? But I've barely started, princess."

The more I looked at his face, the more I wanted to say 'fuck it' and leave with him.

He was messing with me but my head was still in the game. He was equally playing, his face never leaving the table as he rubbed my thighs under the table. Such a multitasking devil! I should've known.

He threw a card, and all the men gasped, me included. His grin widened. I feared for the millions I could possibly lose. I had no idea he was this cunning. I got pissed.

"Princess, do you still think you'll win?"

"Fuck off." I removed his hand from my thighs aggressively, but subtly.

"Don't get upset yet. You can still turn things around but here's a deal."

"I'm listening."

"If I win, I get to fuck you senseless after this. If you do, which I doubt, use me as you please." I glanced at him, his shameless deal still ringing in my ears. He was clearly serious.

"Deal."

As the game commenced, I realized that now, I was turning tables. My cards were the best at the moment. Eventually, I did what I had to do as it was clear that the odds were finally in my favour.

I placed all my cards forward, and with my eyes locked on his, I made my move.

Confusion immediately gathered in the faces of the men as silence took over. They stared at one another as if they couldn't believe some princess would win them. Internally, my heart was beating fast, refusing to believe my luck. I played a dangerous game tonight, and I came out victorious.

As I turned around so I could see the shock on this devil's face, he looked pretty normal, his face didn't as much as twitch. I still knew he was probably upset. I had made twenty million dollars just like that.

"Cat got your tongue now?" I teased.

"Congratulations, princess. You got lucky. Too bad I won't have you for the night." His gaze raked my whole body, and he couldn't stop licking his lips. I wanted those lips on mine, on my fucking body.

Rising up from my seat, my hands locked with his, urging him to get up with me.

One look at him, and I proceeded to use him, exactly how I fucking wanted.

"I guess you'll just get what you want after all."

He smirked, then we walked out of the casino, all the way to a hotel room.

I still didn't understand what came over me, but as I let this devil fuck me all night, I had never felt better.

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?

Marina's POV

I needed to run, and fast. Sure my hair was shorter and even in a different colour, but you'll surely recognize who you fuck, won't you?

It was a give and take fuck, a hate sex so I'm pretty sure he thought about me often. Now he would probably catch me here, wonder why I'm here and when he finds out, I'll get killed.

"I told you not to let someone in when I'm not here. Where is the new recruit?"

His voice sliced through my thoughts and I jerked a bit and swallowed a lump in my throat. I began to shake nervously as he approached. I guess I haven't been hearing what he has been saying since he arrived because I was deep in thought.

The whole den fell silent as his shoes blessed each ground he walked on towards me. Oliver practically stiffened. I was so scared because there was no way he wouldn't recognize me.

Would he kill me now, just like he killed my mom or would he take me to a cell to beat me up first?

Beats of sweat formed on my forehead in an instant and I felt myself grow smaller than I already was, under the weight of each stare as their eyes were now on me. I gulped again, he was so close.

I was already dead, and I barely achieved anything I wanted to do. I'm a failure.

Finally, darkness clouded my vision as he stood in front of me.

"Open your eyes."

I didn't even realize they were closed and my teeth dug into my mouth simultaneously to bite back any hint of fear.

When I opened them up, everything was almost pitch black. Everything he had on was black from head to toe and with his close proximity, it was hard to see anything past him.

"Hmm, you're petite. Do you think you're strong enough to work here? We don't do any subpar jobs." His American accent was thick and smooth, sleek too. It was hard to believe he was the same man that I slept with when he was looking at me like this, like he wasn't impressed with me.

"Yes, yes captain. I can work here perfectly." I pleaded with my voice, assuring him. I couldn't even look him in the face. I couldn't leave now, not when I had my mother's death to avenge, except of course he recognized me first.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you. What's your name?" His voice was sharp like he was annoyed and impatient.

The second I nervously raised up my head, my eyes crashed with his beautiful, dark brown ones. They looked like dark chocolate, so inviting, so sinful.

I stuttered as I replied, lost in his gaze, expecting him to say something in recognition any second now, but his eyes gave nothing away. Nothing changed.

"M-my name is Sergey." I said breathlessly, my heart practically leaping out of my chest.

"Sergey." He repeated thoughtfully, his eyes scanning my build.

"This won't do." He grabbed my chin with his hand and examined my face. I stilled. Has he finally caught me? His eyes bore into mine and I couldn't look away. Just when I thought I finally got caught, he let go of me and walked away.

He didn't catch me then? I heaved a sigh of relief, the once heavy air now so light I could breathe properly. Oliver ruffled my hair like I was his younger brother.

"Welcome officially!"

"Thank you." I said using my deepest voice. But worry lines were still visible on my forehead. I was still deeply worried.

I watched my enemy walk out of the den with another guy from the den. I guess that one was reporting recent updates to him. Still, did he recognize me? Was he pretending not to? Was he planning to sneak up on me when I'm unaware to kill me? What was going on?

"That's Captain Varce Bosta. I know you're just meeting him but he's been our leader for a long time now."

"For how long?" His name piqued my interest. Infact, the whole thing interested me.

"Like a year ago. He's been in a coma for the past six months, he finally woke up three weeks ago, branched here then immediately went on the trip he just came back from."

"What?" My breath hitched and I gasped. Coma? What for? I blinked severally, shocked to the core.

"Yes," Oliver noticed my shock and an amused grin played on his face.

"He got into a car accident. The doctor said he lost his memories."

"What?" My voice trembled and my ears refused to believe what they just heard. For some reason, it felt like I had just gotten punched in the gut. Everything I had planned, what would happen now?

"He has amnesia, so he has no recollection of things or people he saw shortly before the accident so that's that. We do hope he regains it soon, although Boris has been doing a good job shadowing him so far."

"Who is Boris?" My curiosity scared me too.

"Captain's best friend and personal assistant. The guy you saw with him."

I immediately understood. He couldn't recognize me because he didn't remember me, and that was good because I needed time to find out about the disappearance of my sister but also bad because I needed him to regain everything back again.

I wanted him to feel every single guilt when I pulled the trigger and sent him to hell.

The guys began to head back so I followed behind Oliver. As I stared at the graffiti on the wall, I wished I could stain it with paint at that moment. I just needed to destroy something. My plan was slowly going south and I had barely even begun my mission.

When we arrived, I still followed Oliver inside the room we shared with two other men. Each room has two bunks and four beds. I was at the top and it would've given me more privacy if another man wasn't top as well.

Just before I would walk up to the iron stairs to climb up to my bed, a guy dashed into the room, almost breathless.

"Sergey, Captain is looking for you. Meet him in his office now."

I stiffened and my eyes slightly widened in surprise.

Fuck. All my emotions practically tore through me physically. I wanted to disappear and cease to exist. Had he caught on? My heart hammered in my chest as fear became my new friend.

"Me?"

The man eyed me and simply left the room like I asked him the most stupid question.

Oh sweet lord, save me.