Chapter 2: The Iron Fang

The biker gang was getting closer to Rosalia's place. She didn't have time to run into the house so she put down her long-barreled shotgun and tightly grasped the gun she hid behind her body.

And it turned out that the biker gang was so big, bigger than it first looked. It made Rosalia gulp down her saliva hard. Honestly, she had moved to seek peace and truth, not riots.

Rosalia's prediction was correct, they stopped in front of her house, clustering like bees around their hive.

The man she had seen earlier didn't get off his bike like the others, instead he continued to drive the bike to the front of the garage. He stopped right beside Rosalia who looked lost.

"Are you a new employee? I want to get my bike fixed. Where's the owner of Moonlight Speed?"

Rosalia turned her head right and left.

"Hey, I talked to you. Yes, you cute girl."

Rosalia blinked her eyes a few times, stammering. "I'm the current owner of this garage. I don't know about the past owner because I bought this house and garage through an online deal. And this garage won't open until I finish renovating it."

He stepped off his bike and walked to Rosalia. "He sold this house and the garage to you? Why?"

"I don't need to tell you. You're a stranger after all." Rosalia looked at the gang of bikers behind him.

"They're members of my biker gang. Iron Fang, that's the name of our gang. I'm Ryker, the leader. And this garage is our go-to garage."

Rosalia just looked at Ryker's hand that invited her to shake. "I'm sorry but I think you should find another one."

"Because you can't fix the bike? Then what's the point of opening a repair shop? Your employee hasn't arrived yet?"

"I can fix your bike. I'm a mechanic and I opened a repair shop because it's my job to fix things that are broken. Don't look down on me even though I'm a girl and might look weak in your eyes."

"I didn't mean to look down on you. I'm just asking."

Rosalia exhaled a harsh breath. "You're wasting your time here."

"Unfortunately, this is the only bike repair shop in this area." Ryker leaned forward. "You might as well prove to me that you can fix bikes like you said."

"I do not need to prove my skills to you." Rosalia who heard that actually felt challenged. In her heart she felt she had to prove that she could so she wouldn't be humbled by these men. "Okay. If I finish it then you can't insist anymore and must wait patiently until the garage reopens."

Rosalia re-inserted her gun and opened the rolling door completely. She also did some stretching before touching the tools to repair Ryker's bike.

"Are you sure she can do it, boss?"

"It's your favorite bike, right?"

"Miss, you have to be careful because it's his favorite bike."

Rosalia stomped her foot and looked back. "Can you be quiet? I want to concentrate."

Meanwhile Ryker shook his head. Then he chose to lean against Rosalia's car which made him accidentally look at the long-barreled shotgun inside the car. "Do you like hunting?"

"Do you also want to interrogate me like the cop earlier?"

"Why did you meet the police?"

Rosalia sighed, "I found a finger in Oak Creek while following a dog. And of course I called the police. Then they asked me a lot of questions. It's just ridiculous for me when I just got here. I don't know what's going on here."

Without her realizing it, Ryker and the Iron Fang gang members were staring at each other. They were giving each other codes.

"Where’s the dog now?"

"Of course at the police office as evidence." Rosalia stood up and patted his hand. "The engine has an issue. It'll take a while to fix. Are you going to wait for it?"

"Boss can't-"

"Yes, I'll wait for it then. We still have plenty of time," Ryker interrupted. He left the other members speechless.

Rosalia almost breathed a sigh of relief that Ryker had finally forgotten about her long-barreled shotgun. But a few seconds later he took it out and tried to aim at something.

"Hey what are you doing!" Rosalia moved quickly by holding the muzzle of the long-barreled shotgun. "Put that over there. I hunt as a hobby. That's the answer you want to know is it?"

"What animal do you hunt? Deer? Tigers? Wolf?" asked Ryker in a low voice.

"I hunt something evil. Satisfied?" Rosalia immediately grabbed it and put it in one of the cabinets in the garage. Then she went back to holding the screwdriver. "Are you going to stand there or help me by keeping your mouth closed?"

It was hard to be mad when Ryker isn't the patience type of man. But this time Ryker was very gentle with Rosalia. Certainly not without reason. Ryker felt an unusual attachment that could only happen when things like him found their mate.

"It's quite a coincidence that you moved today. You saved us because we can keep going toward our destination," Jeff, the formation watcher said as they drove down the road.

"Where are you guys going?"

Ryker cleared his throat before answering, "To hang out at the bar as usual."

"And drink and get drunk?" Rosalia shook her head. "No wonder," she said more quietly.

Ryker who heard that was drawn closer to her. "What does that head shake mean?"

Rosalia girded her loins even though she was scared to death of Ryker and those men. "That's what I thought about the biker gang and you confirmed it."

Ryker quickly picked up the screwdriver Rosalia was holding. "We're not an ordinary biker gang. We're not what you think we are." Then he threw the screwdriver at the wall and it stuck there. "We're more dangerous than you think."