3: Karma Is Wicked

SERENA

"The application link closes by midnight. You've got up to twelve hours to think about it." Willa continued with her terrible suggestion. Was she not seeing this didn't sit well with me?

"I don't believe you, Willa, seriously," the way she wanted me to apply for this job, despite what they had done to my family pissed me off real bad. I removed her hand pressing on my arm as I stood up. "I think I should just leave."

"No issues, babe. I will send the link to your dm."

Just as I was about leaving, I remembered the major reason I had come here in the first place. I was hiding from that man I had insulted at the coffee shop. What if he was still waiting at the coffee shop or started paying random visits in case I showed up again... Fuck! Fuck! Now I would have to lay low at Willa's house for the mean time.

"Uhmmm," I played with the strands of my hair as I turned back to Willa, whose eyes were on me, her arms folded. It was as if she knew my next move. "You don't mind if I crash in here for a few days?" I wasn't going to tell her the reason why.

"You can stay as long as you want, Serena. My kitchen is stocked, my bed is big enough. Make yourself comfortable."

"Thank you."

"And I have sent that link to you." She said before I stepped inside.

Throughout the night, I could not sleep. I had gone into deep thinking.

Currently lying down on the couch in the living room, staring both at the link on my phone and at the time on the wall clock simultaneously. It was currently eleven thirty pm...thirty minutes more and the link would expire.

'As your best friend said earlier, Serena. Think towards the bright side. You'll be getting a good pay and you'll also have the opportunity to find your brother's killer.' My subconscious mind advised.

To be very honest, it wasn't a bad advice provided I got the job.

'Maybe you could also find yourself a hunk of a man to take care of your other needs.' she added.

Nah, never happening. No matter what, I would try not to get myself involved with an outlaw biker. That would be me playing with death.

Letting out a deep sigh, I tapped on the link and applied, a tiny part of me wishing I would actually get picked. At least, I'd be very sure of having enough money to get my boutique back to life before Christmas.

Hours turned to days and days to weeks, two weeks to be exact, I got an email from Frost Vipers.

I haven't opened it, not just yet and I was currently with Willa at the mall.

"What happened?" She noticed the sudden change in my facial expression.

"They've sent me an email." I said quietly.

"You got the job?"

"I don't know. I haven't opened it yet." I said as I handed the phone to her. "Help me check. I'm nervous." This was my only hope.

Willa didn't even take time to open the email. She wasn't going to stretch the tension I already had.

"Serena Voss, you have been accepted. Make your way to the clubhouse by eight am tomorrow. Don't be late."

"Willa, please don't pull my legs." I whispered, my heart already beating fast.

"I'm not, babe," she tapped on my screen twice, zooming through the message before showing me the email. "This is way too serious to be joked around with."

I could not believe my ears. Finally, a proof that my life wasn't cursed.

"Congratulations bestie. I'm so happy for you." She gave me back my phone.

"Thank you, Willa, for that push. I got this job because of you."

The next day, before seven thirty am, I was on my way to Frost Vipers' clubhouse. I didn't mind being there before eight.

As the cab I was in drew closer, I could hear the rumbles of engines echoing faintly. Yes, I had gotten the job, yet my chest was on the brink of dividing into two. I was going to be working around men...huge biker men that were of course dangerous...and maybe sexy.

'Remember your decision, Serena. No entanglements with these bikers.'

"We've arrived, Miss." The cab driver notified me.

"Ohh, okay." I handed his pay to him, my hand shaking a bit.

Drawing in a sharp breath, I stepped out of the car, shutting the car door quietly.

The gates of the clubhouse were wide open, luckily for me. I was greeted with the smell of smoke and engine oil as I walked inside, clutching my purse tightly.

The clubhouse wasn't as tall as I had expected, but it was wide as fuck, some parts painted pitch black, other parts were grey.

Another distinct thing I noticed was a big ass painting of the club's emblem on the wall facing the gate. It was a viper wrapped around a skull, its fangs directly at the top, venom dripping on the cheeks. The whole image was literally screaming...

Ice,

Danger,

Death.

I swallowed hard, my throat getting dry.

Frost Vipers MC, written in bold capital letters, was written above the centerpiece while El Cajon, San Diego was below.

There were men everywhere. Big, tall and heavily tattooed men. Some leaning on their bikes. It wasn't even up to eight am yet, and this number of men were up and ready for today's work.

Despite being fully clothed in black jeans and a cropped leather jacket, it seemed like I was stark naked with the way these men had their eyes on me.

"You must be one of the newest sweet butts." One came up to me with a grin on his face.

"I don't know what that is. I'm here to see your head." I said with a straight face.

"The president?" Another asked.

"Yeah, if that's the name."

"The president has been pumping pussies like there is no tomorrow. I saw three fighting for his cock this morning." A third biker joined, laughing.

"Havoc is on a fucking spree. Too bad, we are going to lose this fresh one to him." The first man said with a grunt.

"Excuse you?" Yes, I was nervous as fuck, but I wouldn't stand here and get insulted. "I'm not a whore. I only came here because I was accepted as a fashion designer for the club."

"Ohh, I apologize. I'll take you to him." The second biker whose patch was labelled 'Prospect' offered to take me inside.

I could hear whistles from behind me with, "Damn, she's got a nice ass," and "Didn't you see her boobs? They are really big. Bet they are soft as hell."

I chose not to give them a response. It was my first time here. I would not want to cause a scene, even though I was getting pissed off.

The first place we entered was a large space which smelled strongly of beer and smoke. How do these people even manage to breathe in here? Gosh, I was already feeling dizzy and sick at the same time.

There were couches, chairs and tables around with a rock song playing in the background. The entire space was dimly lit...ohh, I could see a young woman scantily dressed, opening the windows.

Thank goodness. At least, I could breathe a little properly now.

"Ohh, there he is." He said, leading us to a man whose muscular back was facing us. He was with two other men, same build as him. They were playing darts.

"President," the man beside me called, and the three men turned at the same time.

My eyes moved from the first one with blond hair, who had a patch tagged 'Vice President' to the second, who was the 'Secretary,' and then to the third, who was the very last person on this earth I had wanted to see.

No, no, it can't be. I have to wake up from this nightmare.

The same man I had spilled coffee on and threatened to beat up using my imaginary boyfriend was the fucking president!

And of course, my new boss.

His eyes were on me...

Cold,

Calculating,

Extremely dark in a cruel kind of way.

He remembered me. It was fucking obvious. Shit! He would surely make my life a living hell.

I fucking hate you, Karma!

Where was the goddamn exit! I... I have to run away from this man.