Saint By Day, Sinner By Night

CHAPTER 6

Myles' POV

“The Dead Revenants!” The Prospect replied. “We were riding through the dead man's alley and...”

“How many of you were riding through?” Trevor cut him off with a question.

“We... we were six.” The prospect stuttered.

“What kind of s**t head travels through dead man's alley at night without a good number of backups?!” Bruno snapped angrily, doing nothing to hide his frustration.

“We... we.. we were late and wanted to take a shortcut.”

“It's always the newbies doing this!” Trevor slapped the table angrily.

“Where did they take the others?” I asked.

“Probably to one of their clubhouses in town.” The prospect replied.

The Dead Revenants were another motorcycle club, and we're our sworn rivals. Dead man's alley was their territory, and they guarded it carefully. It was quite unfortunate that my prospects would go riding through at night.

“Get him out of here.” I nudged my head at the door keeper. “Get him patched up.”

“You heard the boss.” Trevor chirped in immediately. “Come on, get this riffraff out of here. You're staining the rug!”

With a stern hand on the prospect's shoulder, the door keeper led him out of the room with the door shutting behind them as they left.

“We need to respond. You know we need to.” Kennedy turned towards me immediately.

“I agree.” Bruno quickly added. “That was a disrespect to your name, the Reaper of Hellfangs MC, and you need to react. We need to show them who's best.”

The men sat still with eyes trained on me as they waited to hear what I had to say.

I knew what needed to be done. Being the president of one of the biggest motorcycle clubs in the city, I knew that fear was necessary. I knew that it was best to wear that leash around the necks of the people and hold it tight.

“Bruno? Kennedy?” I turned to them. “Get men ready, I want you to pay a social visit to the Dead Revenants. Take a handful of men and make sure you bring back the boys.”

“Yes, Boss.”

Both men stood up and left the room after short bows, and I relaxed in my chair, heaving a big sigh. This was my alter ego and more of a life to me than the long conferences and room talks.

***

Serena's POV

Ding Dong!

“Serena! The door.” The loud voice of my roomie Becca immediately followed the doorbell from downstairs.

I turned over in my bed and snatched my phone from the side table. It was already past 7 am and I was still sleeping..! I quickly jumped out of bed and headed downstairs.

Becca was in the kitchen already making breakfast. She always did that, even though I had always sung that she didn't have to.

“Goodmorinug Becca.” I greeted as I walked towards the door.

“Get the door, will you?” Becca called again.

I dragged my feet across the rug towards the door and threw it open to chew out whoever it was that was calling this early.

“Good morning, Serena.”

Myles stood right there with a bouquet in his hands. It was early, and the man was already dressed neatly in a well-ironed three-piece suit with his hair stylishly combed to the side.

I froze, and my heart momentarily froze before it continued pounding loudly in my chest. I reacted even before I had the time to think about it. I shut the door in his face and turned with my back against it.

“Whose is it?” Becca called from the kitchen. “Who's it?”

I couldn't bring myself to tell her who it was. Why was he here? What was he doing here with a bouquet, too?

This was the same man who had told me repeatedly that the contract I had signed was going to be with no feelings attached!

“Whose is it, Serena? You're scaring me!” Becca called loudly.

“One Moment, please,” I called back at her and turned to peek through the peephole on the door. He was still there.

I opened the door slowly as if I was scared that he'd suddenly lunge at me with killer intentions.

“What are you doing here?” I asked with my voice laced with annoyance.

“I'm here to see my fiancé.” He replied curtly with his face maintaining that Stony expression.

I gasped at the word finance.

“What? Is that necessary?” I asked. “I thought we…”

“Do you for one second believe that I'm here as a gesture of love or affection?” He snapped. “I want this to look as real as it can be. What better way to convince everyone that we're genuinely romantically involved than bringing my supposed fiancé flowers? Besides, it's good for the media.” He nudged across the street.

My eyes followed him to the other side of the road, where a couple of teenage girls had recognized him and were either taking pictures or recording him.

I immediately understood what he meant. Those pictures would soon go up on the internet, and once they do, everyone would believe that we were truly romantically involved.

With the realization came the sudden feeling of disappointment, but wait, what? Why was I disappointed? I wasn't expecting Myles to start showing up with flowers, was I?

I pushed that thought to the back of my head and stepped aside for him to walk in.

Myles entered as if he was annoyed and unceremoniously tossed the bouquet onto the table.

I was about to shut the door after him when I thought I saw something, and then paused midway.

There was a man across the road staring at us, a man in a brown leather vest and a red sash around his neck with a pair of dark glasses on. When I noticed him, he quietly kicked the motorcycle he was sitting on and left immediately.

Okay, that was weird. Or maybe he was also with the media or something. I couldn't tell, but I agree it was an unusual.