A Rival

Weeks flew by as we made our preparations. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until the biker from the bar showed up. His face was bruised, and he was walking with a limp when he came in. His eyes looked hollowed and haunted.

"Boss we need to talk." He said quietly as he limped up to me.

"Who are you again?" I asked with a sigh.

"I'm Marcus head of the Demon Dogs motorcycle club. You roughed up my boys and me in our bar?" He grumbled.

"Ah ok, so what's up then Marcus?" I asked looking at my wrist at my watch.

"A man came in and roughed us up for supporting you. He said that he hates how you work. I have no idea who he is, he just said that he would be back every day till you fight him." He explained,

"Well, this is interesting. Why does he hate me I wonder, well I have destroyed several families at this point. Oh well, I guess I should deal with this." I said motioning for him to lead the way.