Dangerously Toxic ✔

|Chapter 6|

                                                                              Remi Mae's POV

I walked into the room, I closed the door behind me. 

" Who's there?" 

Collin, the snake leader, was hanging in the middle of the room with restraints around both his ankles and his wrist, along with a blindfold covering his eyes. 

I walked over pushing the blindfold off of his eyes. 

I stood back crossing my arm over my chest, waiting for his eyes adjust. 

Once he opened them, I put a smile. 

" Hey there, Collin, is it?"

" Fuck off." He cursed, with a glare. 

I chuckled a little. " I watch what the fuck you say Collin. Your in a house full of women that would love to get at your scum ass."

He rolled his eyes. " What do you want from me?"

" Oh, I don't want anything from you. I just want to make you feel the same pain that you made those women feel."

He laughed. " They loved it."

I clenched my teeth. " Really. Then let's see how much you enjoy it."

I walked over to a chest that we had kept in the room to hold different weapons that we used when we had the scum of the earth, like Collin, in here. 

Opening the chest, I brought a finger to my chin. 

" Hmm, What'd do you think Collin, whip or hot stick?"

His eyes widened, causing me to chuckle. 

" I'll just go with whip for now." I said bending down to grab the whip. 

Before I could grab it there was a knock on the door.

" Ughh." I groaned. 

Walking over to the door, I opened it slightly.

" What?" I questioned harshly. 

" We have to go." Chachi said.

I raised an eyebrow. " For what now?"

" A rape."

I shook my head. " Okay."

I closed the door walking back over to the chest slamming it shut, then walking back over to Collin. 

" Well I guess this will be continued later." I said placing the blindfold back over his eyes. 

I walked out of the room, using the key that was on top of the door to lock it.

Walking to the garage, I walked out and over to where my bike was.

"I didn't even get to lay a finger on him, why must we get interrupted at the worst time possible." I complained picking my helmet up. 

"Remi." She called, sternly.

"Yes, boss?" I asked. 

I already knew what she was going to say to me.

It's what she said to everyone who complained. 

"You already know how I feel about complaining.." She said.

I shook my head. 

"You don't tolerate it. Sorry." I apologized, putting my helmet on.

She nodded her head, starting up her motorcycle and speeding out.