Chapter 68

"Sorry, Angela, for bringing it up. It's better to let it out than to keep it bottled up, being uncertain."

Nicole looked ahead and sunk in her seat, "it's him, "it's him, the guy who raped me."

She pointed at a fifty-year-old white guy with a thirteen-year-old girl standing next to him. "Stop this car immediately," Jessica demanded.

Angela pulled over to the car, and Jessica walked up behind the older man, pulled out her gun, and shot him in the back of his head in broad daylight. Angela ducked down in the car, "what did you just do?"

"You saw what I did. That asshole deserved it."

"He did, but come on, in broad daylight, we can't go doing shit like that in broad daylight."

Nicole sat in silence, watching the two girls talk. Jessica dared to kill the man in broad daylight for her sake. No one would do what Jessica did; she showed no emotion or remorse for what she had just done. "What if they saw the license plate Angela stressed."

"They never saw anything. If you haven't noticed, I removed the number plate on this car this morning."

"You did what? Did you know who the guy was?"

"No, I did not, but I always run into shit, so I must be prepared."

Angela shook her head and then looked at the back, "Nicole, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, much better now, thank you."

Angela's felt satisfied with her response, which somehow eased how she was feeling.

They had pulled over at a nearby restaurant where guys were standing outside with their motorbikes and leather Jackets. When stepping out of the car, every one by the restaurant turned and looked at them. "What are they looking at?"

"Probably the car?" Angela replied.

"I hate drawing this amount of attention."

Nicole walked, looking down, and she shyly passed the bikers. One of the men whistled at them. Jessica hated being whistled at; dogs get whistled. She wanted to turn around and punch the guy who whistled. Angela pulled her back, "What pretty lady, do you want to get some," he said, sticking out his disgusting tongue.

Angela even found it disgusting an older man whose sixty years old, if not older. They showed no respect. Marcus climbed out of the car, and the men looked at him, "leave this asshole. Get a real man," said an old bald man with acne on his face dressed up like a teenager whose pants are sitting too tight on him, making his big tummy appeared like pregnant.

"Fuck off," said Marcus.

The seven men climbed off their bikes, "boy, you better hope we never heard right because if we did, you could kiss your ass goodbye."

"Kiss my ass goodbye?" Marcus raised his eyebrow, "please move out of my way."

A guy shorter than him with a bald head and a dragon tattoo with tattooed teardrops on the side of his eyes, "Do you have a death wish? Are you tired of your life?"

Marcus stepped forward, looking down at the guy, "you should move," Marcus smiled.

A big man, probably twice Marcus's size, climbed off his bike. It seemed as if he was wearing a size eighteen boot. He had a Bandana on his forehead with the American flag; his bike had the American flag on the bar. As he climbed off, it was like a cushion pushing back up. He walked over to Marcus, looking down at him, then grabbed Marcus by the Neck, choking him and lifting him with one hand. The crowd came closer, and they were mumbling something to the effect of saying, "they are just kids."

The bikers ignore the crowd. As the man lifted Marcus in the air, Marcus tried to break his grip loose.

"Asshole, let him go," said Jessica.

The man grabbed her and lifted her with the other arm. It was as if he had picked up two feathers. The man squeezed their neck, choking them.

"That's enough. They're just kids."

But this big guy who looked bigger than the big show himself wouldn't loosen his grip, Angela and Nicole tried to help, but the other bikers held them back.

"You assholes have no idea who you are dealing with, let my brother go," Nicole insisted.

It was as if the man was deaf. Marcus looked over at Jessica and tried harder to break loose his grip, but this guy wouldn't let go of them. Nicole sat down and started to scream; holding her ears, the man looked down and over at the other guys, "shut the bitch up."

The one with the bald tattoo head grabbed her and dragged her as Angela tried fighting it off. She had even pulled the gun on them and tightened her grip on the trigger. If she shot him, everyone would be a witness, and she could go to prison. These guys were used to dealing with guns, so they never feared one being pointed at them. Angela felt helpless, and if she didn't get help, there was a chance that Marcus and Jessica would be choked to death. The crowd just stood there, not helping, "what the hell is wrong with you all? Can you, big guys, please help us," the crowd looked away.

"Let them go. You are going to kill them. Come on, man, let the kid go," said the guy with the acne on his face.

"Shut up, Tommy. I am tired of these kids disrespecting us," the guy dropped Jessica, putting all his focus on Marcus.

Jessica ran up to him, pulling out a knife, and with his big hand, he slapped her across her face as she fell to the ground. Marcus had started to shake, gasping for air. Gripping the guy's hand with both his hand, he had even tried kicking the guy. But this guy was too strong for him.

A black Ferrari pulled up next to Angela's car, and Rogan and Jack climbed out. The men had immediately noticed Rogan. His reputation was internationally well-known. The men wouldn't dare to stand in front of him. Jack knew Rogan had this under control. He sat in the car. Rogan saw his sister's face bruised and lying on the ground. His eyes grew dark, "You asshole, did you do this to my bloody sister?"

The big man became pale and repeated, "your sister?"

Within an instant, Rogan pulled out a hunting knife stabbing the guy eight times in the chest. He dropped Marcus on the ground as he looked down, blood dripping from his mouth onto the concrete ground. The other bikers stepped back. Are these bikers all scared of Rogan? Marcus thought while holding his neck, catching his breath. The big man fell to the ground, and a police siren went off when seeing the commotion. The cops broke through the crowd and saw the biker playing in a pool of blood. They pulled out their guns and looked up, "who has done this?"

Rogan stepped forward, "Me, officer."

The cops immediately recognized Rogan. "It's you, Sir. I take it the guy attacked, and you defended yourself?"

"Whatever you want to put in your report."

Rogan then turned and looked at the bikers "next time you recognize these people, know that it's my family. No one touches them. "Yes, Boss," said the cop.

"Who is he?" the crowd was whispering amongst eachother.

"I never got a yes from you, assholes?" Roman pointed toward the bikers, holding the knife under his sleeve.

The short bald head tattooed guy stepped forward. "Yes, Sir," he had then walked over to Jessica and reached out his hand. Jessica looked up at the biker, "get the fuck out of my face, you asshole." she stood up, dusting herself off, "this is a crime scene. Everyone has to move away from the crime scene," said the cop placing a banner around the scene.

"Sir, we will sort out whatever happened here," Said officer Clark, "would you like us to arrest the bikers?"

Rogan shook his head, "no, these assholes need to be taught a lesson. Hitting a fucking girl in her face, not just a girl but my bloody sister?"

"We will take care of it, Sir."

"Damn well, you will."

"Thank you for sparing us, Sir. Your reputation exceeds yours. Had we known this was your sister, we would not have approached her."

"Shut the hell up. Who beats women? Are you a fucken coward?" In front of the cop, Rogan pulled out his knife and pointed it at the guy's neck, "this is my sister, you asshole. If these witnesses and cops weren't here, you would have been lying next to him."

The man looked down; he knew Rogan was not one to play with very well. He is a man of action; his reputation grew international not only for being amongst the richest but also for a few things he had done in the past, things beyond anyone's imagination. The underworld knew him well, and so did the bikers. His sister didn't want much exposure, so they did not know who she was. But now that they know, everyone in the underworld will know.