[MC #5] Biker's Nemesis

Part 25

Nadia

I don't like the look on Michael's face right now. He looks like someone plotting something sinister and it makes me a little scared. What is he thinking about? Who?

The evil grin that suddenly appears on his face sends shivers down my spine. What the hell is he planning?

"Bro, you look fucking scary right now," Joey jokes lightly, though I see he's disturbed by Michael's strange look.

"Sorry, I'm just thinking about something... that I'm not sure you would want to know," Michael replies cryptically, his smile never disappearing from his face. "Little brother may be too young to be involved in this, but you, my little Fox, will definitely have to join me. Consider it your hazing, of sorts," he turns to me with a smug smirk, gently tucking some stray hair behind my ear.

"Hazing? What are you going to do?" Joey panics, clearly getting the worst idea.

"Don't worry, no harm will come to your sister. She will just witness something... brutal."

What? What is he talking about? What am I going to see?

"If you want to know what I mean, you can ask the other ladies. I know you guys exchanged numbers," Michael grins cheekily, revealing absolutely nothing. I can't help but feel nervous. I know for a fact that the bikers are not saints and that they've done a lot of bad things, though I still don't have any evidence of it, but to think that Michael wants me to witness it firsthand? It's unreal.

I could use it to incriminate the whole club if I wanted to.

The issue is, I don't want to. Since when have my priorities changed so much? I no longer want to drag the club down. They saved my brother.

Blood vow or not, I will not betray the club. They're not only my brother's lifesavers, but also the family of the man I have feelings for. How could I possibly hurt them?

Following Michael's suggestion, I text the ladies on the group chat and ask them what 'hazing' entails. At first I get only laughing emojis in replies, but then Muffin graciously explains that it's connected to the small shed behind the clubhouse. Though, that's all she says.

I still know nothing.

"Okay, I can't take it. I don't like this weird idea, so I'll join you two," Joey asserts with determination, silently daring Michael to disagree.

"I'm not sure that's possible, since you're not part of the club..."

"And Nadia is?"

"She's mine, so... yeah." Holy fuck, I really like hearing those words. I never knew I could be happy about being called someone's.

"Ew, that's gross," Joey grimaces in fake disgust. I know he's pretending. He's always told me to find myself a good man instead of slaving away at my job.

Although... I doubt Michael is a good man. He's an outlaw, after all.

"Jealous, little brother?" Michael teases, putting his arm around me and making a big show of kissing my neck and shoulder to piss of my brother even more.

"As if," Joey smirks, "it's fun to watch her so helpless against you."

"You little- you goaded him into doing this on purpose..." I glare at my brother, but he only grins at me.

"Of course, I did." Ugh, they're both insufferable!

Michael says that the Prez agreed to let me in the shed, whatever that means, so after having some coffee, the three of us are on our way to the clubhouse. This place, that was once an enemy's hideout, has become quite familiar and I no longer feel like an outsider. It's funny how quickly everything changed. When I first met up with the ladies here, I wanted to use them to bring the club to ruin. Then, out of nowhere, I'm coming here to witness something 'brutal', as Michael described it, almost like I've never been the club's enemy to begin with.

Are those guys really that forgiving?

No, they're not.

"I'm gonna be sick," I groan when one of Michael's brothers ruthlessly rips the skin off the chief's shoulder. After he broke his arms, he started peeling off his skin piece by piece, wearing an evil grin on his face. Muffin said he's cute... Where? How can this man be called anything but a beast?!

"Do you want to leave?" Michael asks worriedly, tugging me into his chest so I don't see what 'Killy' is doing to my former boss.

"I'm not sure. Can it get any worse than this?"

"That depends on how cooperative he'll be," Tank answers before Michael can, slightly surprising me with his casual tone. He talks about my boss being tortured like it's nothing. It's not the first time they've done this, is it?

"You're lucky our sister isn't here," another of Michael's brothers laughs. I believe his name was Don or something. He's Princess's husband.

"W-Why?" I gulp nervously. Is that woman involved in this as well?

"Because it would have been a much more entertaining show if she was here. She's morbidly creative. None of us could even compare with her." O~kay, now I know for sure to stay out of that woman's way. If she's worse than 'Killy' then I never want to be her enemy.

"Wait, is that sister you're talking about the woman that saved me?" Joey asks curiously, seemingly fine with watching a brutal execution.

"Yup. That's the one. I wouldn't be surprised if she suddenly stormed in here and got mad at us for taking away her fun," Don and the others laugh carefreely, but I'm absolutely stupefied. Fun? Torturing someone is fun? That Ghost woman fucking scares me.

"Should we interrogate him now?" Killy, or rather Killer, stops for a moment and wipes the blood off his hands.

"I think it might be a good idea before he loses consciousness," Tank nods then tells Killer to put the chief on a chair and wake him up. Killer injects him with something, takes off the blindfold that's been covering his ugly face until now, then splashes a bucket of ice water on his face, not even flinching when the guy suddenly screams bloody murder.

"What did you give him?" I ask, my curiosity getting the better of me. Is the club dealing with drugs as well?

"It's only adrenaline to keep him sane. He wouldn't be able to answer our questions properly if he concentrates on the pain," Michael explains patiently. I'm honestly shocked that the guys even tell me anything. They really don't consider me a threat anymore and I wonder if it's because of what's between me and Michael.

"Good morning, sunshine!" the guys greet with cheerful smiles when the chief finally calms down a little, and I can hardly stop myself from laughing at the comical expression on my boss's face when he sees what situation he's in.

And then his gaze settles on me. "I knew you were a whore. You got some biker dick and forgot all about your job, huh?" he sneers, panting heavily because of the pain. He's got broken arms and some of his skin peeled off, yet he still finds it necessary to insult me... He can be so stupid sometimes.

The guys are completely unfazed by the harsh comment directed at me, and casually exchange some money between themselves. The winner is Wrench, who smirks smugly at his brothers. "You still haven't learned your lesson... I told you he'd pick her as his target."

Huh?

Seeing my confusion, Wrench and Don decide to clarify what has just happened, "We made bets on whether he'll go after you or not. Most of us thought he'd try to ask you for help, because you two worked together, and Wrench said he'd definitely attack you."

They made bets? Really? Is this a normal occurrence to them?

I'm slightly curious as to what Michael bet on, so I turn to him with an inquisitive look. "I said he'd go after me instead."

"Why would he?" I ask cluelessly. My question, however, seems to be difficult to answer, as Michael looks awfully disturbed. In fact, he's been odd since the first time he saw my boss. And now... his reaction.

Before I can get an answer from Michael, the chief interrupts with a gleeful smile. "The whore and the rapist, what a pair..."

Rapist? Who?

He can't be talking about... Michael, right?

Is he saying that Michael has raped someone?