Chapter 8: Throw Him Out

Marina's POV

The hurdles had only just begun. Truly, this was no place for a woman. These men were delinquents, well some of them.

You have no idea what we were up to. My first graffiti project, on an old woman's coffee shop. I swallowed, sure I didn't want to do it, but I had no choice.

They were absolutely ridiculous and Oliver was practically the most excited as he dragged me out of bed. His bed was just below mine so he found it pretty easy.

I was always on my toes, making sure to never slip. I couldn't even shower with the boys as I had to pack up my breasts properly, it was a whole thing.

I couldn't wait for this revenge to be over so I would leave here.

Now, we wait. Well, we did wait after all for night time before we struck. What I didn't know was how this night would probably take a turn for the worst for me, just after I had won the hearts of almost all the guys after making them feel small for fixing a bike they couldn't. It was a whole thing.

“Finally we get to graffiti the walls!” Oliver chirped excitedly as we sprinted to the garage where the bikes were.

Then I watched them get on their bikes, but I didn't have one, so I stared. One of the guys showed me to a section of the garage to choose from one of the ugly, functioning bikes.

When I looked at him with confusion, he laughed and told me my bike was getting ready and I would receive it soon so for now, I should manage this one. I nodded my head in understanding and got in it.

The men were loud, blasting loud music from God knows where as they drove recklessly out of the den. It would be my first time out of the walls since I came and I wouldn't lie, I needed the fresh air.

The woman's shop was at a crazy distance, but we kept going until we finally reached. Her store was at its peak, customers flooded the shop and they kept coming in and out with their orders.

That's when the guys struck. Climbing down from their bikes, they rushed to the shop amidst the crowd. Onlookers watched with something I was slowly getting used to; fear.

They were scared of us. The thought of inflicting pain on someone else didn't sit well with me. Infact, I couldn't handle it. I didn't want to be a part of this. The crazy part, I was now supposedly the star of the shit show.

It was my first graffiti, so I was meant to design, no-destroy, her walls the most. Oliver handed over some cans of sprays as they began to spray the woman's walls with paint. Horror shook through me as I watched the violent display. This was sickening, I wanted to throw up, and they seriously wanted me to go through with this?

A crowd formed and the woman in question came out to see what was going on. Her face sank when she saw us, and it cut deep into my heart. She went on her knees in the midst of everything, begging and crying her eyes out, asking for forgiveness for some reason.

I didn't want to do this. No, I couldn't. They had almost finished decorating the walls when I suddenly screamed on the top of my lungs.

“You guys! Stop ruining her shop! Stop this madness! This is crazy!” My voice cut through the air and they all stopped to stare at me in awe, some in disgust.

“What's wrong with this little fool?”

“What the hell do you think you're doing?”

“Shut the hell up Sergey and stop distracting us!”

They all screamed at me, Oliver staring at me like I was crazy but I refused to relent.

They ignored me, and some guy decided to be insane and try to spray paint on the wall again. I sprinted towards him with all my might and knocked the bottle off his hands.

Adrenaline coursed through my veins, I was so hyper, so when he pushed me and I fell on the ground, I immediately stood up and pushed him back.

Then he punched me hard on the face, I guess, that's when I calmed down. Clarity hit me. Oliver rushed to pick me up from the ground but the guy was so pissed his blood boiled and it burned me.

“What the hell is wrong with you, huh? What's wrong with you!” He thundered, but it didn't deter me. Instead it angered me that he was trying to intimidate me.

“You can't do this! It's not right!” I spat at him, my nose flaring.

“Who are you to tell us what is right and what is not? Your job is to follow orders! That's all! You deserve a beating. Let's take him to the boss!”

Then somehow, right in front of my eyes, I was bundled and Oliver was pushed away from me as they took me back to the den. My hair had fallen like a short curtain across my face, dirt adorned my pants, and I knew I looked crazy.

I couldn't even fight back. All of a sudden, tables had turned and I became the new object of mockery.

The second we got to the den, they took me to the garage and made me go on my knees. I maintained my position as there was no point in fighting this. I would brave through this. They deserved to be stopped!

“Call Captain over! How dare this guy!” The man in question thundered. Looking up at him, I wondered what I was thinking when I decided to fight him. He would punch me into the ground if he wanted to, and he could, but he didn't.

I hung my face in shame. I was so stupid. There are better ways to have handled this.

Someone rushed inside to do as he ordered and seconds later, the hottest man I had ever seen strode towards us in a leather jacket, a white shirt and jean pants. He was holding a cigarette that wasn't lit and his hair was styled like he was probably going out.

I forgot to breathe as I took him in, but I guess he didn't feel the same way. When he spoke, my heart cut.

He eyed me like he was disgusted then dropped to his haunches and stared at me in the face.

“You can't even follow simple orders, can you? Pack up his things and throw him out. I don't need this shit right now.”