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Chapter 5 Get The Fuck Out Of My Clan

Word Count: 1344    |    Released on: 06/03/2025

na's

captain the upper hand in this situation, right? He'll definitel

turned in my sleep and when I managed to dream, beads of sweat would break out when I jerk

y heart into believing I wasn't in distress, maybe it wouldn't be,

him shit ag

o leave. We just had lunch at the general cafeteria. I absolutely didn't enjoy the sauce that

y need all of it." He said b

left, giving him a t

fear washed over me. All the goosebumps on my skin rushed to the surfa

has become a part of me over the past couple of months. It's been so hard, from agreeing to come h

thing pertaining to this field of work, s

.

ke to

ack vest and black track pants. The type with pockets, and he was awfully comfortable. He didn't care wh

e of cars were there too as I had seen earlier but they s

nd as I walked in and my shoulders tense

s me." I said tim

his direct vision and fuck, I wished I didn't have to see his face. My nipples

g from another angle reminded me of that night. My enemy fucked like a beast.

membering the reason he mocked me,

hown you around, even though it probably wasn't necessary since you're l

an to disappear one by one as my lips curled

go. It was the same way he underestimated me and I shocked him by winning,

propriate? It was better to shut my mouth in cases like this before I got myself

aring at

eyes, like he wanted to drive his fist into my face. Then he let

at was the

mething in my stomach the whole time. When he wa

dark, he turned on the lights, and that's when I saw th

here now, I understood why. Infact, I felt undeserving.

r seen, like the types bikers used in movies. I couldn't believe they were actually re

voice cut through my haze as he glared at me and I

to perform your task in the open, under dire

ey with a red finish. So exotic lookin

ied to move the thing. It was the heaviest thing ever. Was this some type of punishment? To

drag it but it

d quit provi

bike with all my might, all my bones were so visible, my nerves at the sur

I could see his build from af

s so exhausted but at least he

one com

I asked,

anaged to almost knock my socks off instead of getting me pissed. I hated him. I h

at some bikers had joined us. A bad feeling hung

. Look at this bike, it's my most beloved possession. Somehow, it got ruined and nobody, and I mean nobody

narrowed as I darted my eyes from

ere. Get to work. If you can't

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