The Reaper's Red Queen

CHAPTER TWO

Lila's POV

No. Not one step, no tears must come out. I will not break down over any man. Especially not Kyle. It is certain that I was definitely just a pawn. A tool in his game to make his club more pronounced. I wasn't a leech like Tiffany or any other nameless biker. My skills certainly brought the Serpents members to rival even the biggest motorcycle club in the entire Texas. I poured my blood and sweat, and now he thinks that he owns me. I can still hear his words echoing as I drove madly for the second time that evening. "You're my little b***h,".

“Noooooo!” I screamed, drifting off, coming close to a head-on collision with a street light. I halted my bike, exasperated and sweating. It was clear that being involved with Kyle and his immoral club would kill me. So, I made a commitment on the spot. I’ll quit the Serpents club and damn the consequences. That is my top list tomorrow. But for now, I need to really sleep away from the nightmare of today. I started my rusty bike and headed to the closest motel.

Early the next morning, I dropped by the club, ignored Kyle and his new b***h, walked straight to Lance, Kyle's right hand man and told him loud enough for Kyle to hear me.

“I'm done, Lance. I'm no longer part of your sorry club. I came to let you know and drop whatever belongs to the club.” I was with a big brown carton box containing materials from them. Lance was the only fucker I kinda endured relating with.

“Yo! Why? Is it because of the race? It's not a big deal, you are still young and you can start again.” I noticed him trying to use his eyes to call Kyle's attention, but I didn't care anymore.

“That's exactly what's happening. I'm starting afresh. But, not here. I will take my skills elsewhere and help them produce the greatest biker in Texas. Mark my words.” I was about to move out of the club when I heard laughter from behind me.

“You will do no such thing. Have you forgotten that I own you?” His confidence irritated me to my bones.

“Well, f**k you Kyle. f**k you and your club. I'd rather kiss a mad dog than come back here.” I replied, walking off.

“Get ready to suffer, then. You have no idea what's in stock for you. No one will hire you.” he said, before I was out of earshot.

Two days passed and I couldn't get hired by any motorcycle club at all.

“What do you mean that I do not qualify to be a rider here? I'm one of the best riders you will ever come across! You know this, you have seen me in action and you have sung my praises for a long time.” I refused to leave the Bone crackers club like the others. This was the third club: one of the bottom feeders in the country that would refuse to take me in. I wanted to know why because ordinarily, a biker with my clean records will be a dream come true for even elite groups not to talk about mediocre clubs like that. I wanted to know what was the problem.

Kate blew out a puff of smoke through her nostrils and answered nonchalantly: “Lila, I know you and you know that I've even tried to poach you before but this is very different. I don't know what you did to Kyle, but I'll advice you to go back and settle it with him. As long as you are in this city, you can never be a member of another club. No club will accept you. No one wants to f**k with the Serpents.”

I chuckled. It was as I thought. “So, Kyle blacklisted me? The f*****g bastard wants to really f**k my career up?” I looked Kate with a mixture of disappointment and disgust.

“I thought you'd understand how I feel especially the fact that you're the only female underdog boss here, but I was wrong. You also kiss the monster's ass. I'm disappointed.”

“You don't understand, Lila. I have mouths to feed and even kids in the slum that I'm raising with the little I gain from here. If I allow Kyle to f**k me up, who will take care of them, huh!?” Her outburst calmed me down and I understood. Many of them just needed to survive. Not everyone does it because of the money.

“I’m sorry. I guess I was just frustrated about Kyle always winning. Even with me too. I don't want to be his dog.” I apologised. She also calmed down and sat back on her seat.

“If you're interested in revenge, you can't use the small clubs to get it. There's only one way you can get that revenge that will hit the heart of Kyle and his club and will also liberate the smaller clubs from his grip at the same time.” I got interested.

“What's it?”

“Don f*****g Jax.” She responded. At first I didn't understand. She recognised. So, she let it sink in my mind.

“Vipers club!?”

“Exactly.” She replied, taking in another puff of smoke from her lit cigarette. I thought deeply. It's not a very crazy plan. Jax's bar is not even so far from there.

….

“Who the f**k are you!?” The barman barked at me when I mentioned Jax.

I downed my third shot of tequila and looked straight in the eye of Collins, the barman.

“Look fat face, I have no quarrel with you. I said you should go in and tell your boss, Jax that I have business I wish to discuss with him.” I replied.

“And I say that we do not discuss business with your kind here.” My serpent's tattoo must have given me away. He took out a shotgun from under his desk and c****d it at me. I was still unfazed.

“You will either shoot that you at me or keep it in your pants, because there's no f*****g way I am moving an inch without talking to your boss.” I pressed the slice of lime to my teeth as if I wasn't just threatened with what can blow my brains to pieces.

“You are impressive!” A dark voice bellowed across the other side of the room. A tall, handsome and mysteriously dark guy wearing a hat and holding a glass of what looked like bourbon commented. I knew from the reaction of the barman that that was Jax. I took my drink and walked to his table without any permission. Two goons who appeared to be guarding him looked at Jax, and his nodding dismissed them from holding me back.

“Why did you not respond earlier?”

“Maybe I wanted to observe what would make a member of serpents club so crazy to step into my pub in the first place and threaten my man over there. Even with a gun to your face, you look more scary than him. You're good.” I noticed a red card half shown in his pocket, but I knew that I recognised it anywhere and anytime in the world. Mia's place. The name took me down memory lane, but I tried to focus back to what I was doing there.

“Then you would know that my coming here is a last resort. I was told that you're the only one that can piss off Kyle.”

“And who told you that?” He smirked.

“A little birdie.”

“Hmmmm… Maybe you didn't get the full information from your “little birdie”. I can piss off Kyle anyway I want, but we respect each other to know that we don't f**k with our team. That's our irreconcilable difference.”

“What if I told you that I don't just offer my skills as a top bike racer to you? What if I told you that I know the mechanics of your Road King more than you? If I switched the a two pump and has filled with octane, you will feel like you're riding to f*****g heaven! What if I taught you how to modify even your best bikes and gave you tactics to being the best, would you consider me?” I put in my most convincing act.

“I will say that I'm tempted, but I'm sorry sweetheart. I can never trust a Serpent. Especially one that has deserted.” He was unfazed. I finished my drink and stood up to leave.

“Maybe you're more moral than I thought. Kyle would have taken the bait in a split second without thinking about any moral code. I'm not done yet, “sweetheart”. We'll meet again.” I moved towards Collins.

“Your boss is paying for my drinks. I like your toy by the way.”

I left drunk, but with a clearer head. I'm not leaving Jax of the Vipers motorcycle club alone. Whatever it takes, I will get him to make me a member. Even if it meant digging up the past I had spent years burying. I would.