Chapter 5 The Shadow

Andrea's POV

"Seriously, stop Andrea."

Nikita shot me a glare from the front seat causing me to bring down my phone camera from my face. I was still bothered about Sinn's comment on my body and I hated that I let it affect me that much amongst other things I was going through.

Her cousin looked up at me from his rearview mirror, a small scowl still on his lips as he drove gently.

He was mad that Nikita made him drop us off at "Dalley" - that was the name of the place we were going to. It was an underground motorcycle racing filled with hot, dangerous biker men, as rumor had it.

Not everyone had access to this place. It was like some exclusive shit and I didn't even know why until Nikita secured us a pass.

She said she wanted us to check it out during the weekend but since my mood was sour from reading that text, she decided to use it that day. Luckily, there was a hot match taking place as well too.

Can't lie, I needed the distraction from my head and feelings. I just wanted to ... live, not caring about anything else.

"You look badass! I'm sure that's what he meant," Nikita shrugged

"He wouldn't have said 'could've fooled me' if he thought I was badass," groaning, I said

"Why do you care if you don't like the guy?" Nikita's cousin spat, rolling his eyes.

"Nikita... Warn your cousin," I told Nikita calmly, my hand itching to squeeze the guy's throat.

"The truth is always the hardest to hear," the guy pressed on, ignoring the death glare i was sending his way.

"I do not like Sinn! He's my Stepbrother, douchebag!" And he was annoying and I knew too damn well he was pretending to be nice to me so he could gather sweet juicy things about me and use it against me when I had gotten too comfortable.

Like the time at the party. Looked like I wasn't going to forgive him anytime soon.

"The more reason why your body would be aching for him," The guy said in a sing-song tone.

That was it.

I threw my scarf around his neck, playfully acting like I was going to strangle him. Nikita kept begging us to let her out as she preferred walking down than being killed.

Few minutes later, her douchebag of a brother dropped us off, sticking out his tongue at me. Imp.

It was as though there wasn't any good guy left in this world, just annoying, egoistical pricks.

"Come on, let's go live," Nikita giddily pulled me with her, eager to explore this new place.

We flashed our ticket to the bouncer who gave us a curt nod after verification and security check, ushering us in.

"Oh my God! This place is out of this world!" Nikita spoke, taking the words out of my mouth.

This place wasn't just an ordinary underground, it was multi-dimensional. It was like a mini strip club and racing track mixed in one. The song from the big bass speakers vibrated through the floor, hitting in my eardrum and chest.

The place was packed with both girls and boys, some having almost little to no clothing on. They made my short skirt and crop top feel too much.

"Girl, I love this place." Nikita squealed, holding my hand tight. "Oh my God, look at this beauty - wait, Andrea... isn't that the guy you kissed from that party? The one who made us leave?"

My body froze, all colors draining from my face.

Sinn was here?

Was he stalking me?

Was it my phone? Or my body?

My hand swept all round my body, looking for any tracker that I didn't notice before. I didn't find anything.

Frowning, I narrowed my eyes at Sinn. "Meet my Stepbrother, Sinn."

"Holy shit!" Nikita jumped up and down, covering her mouth. "You know I was mad at him that day but looking at him now again ... Wow! Wow, Andrea. You're so lucky,"

"There's nothing like being lucky with Sinn and his brother,"

"He even has a brother?" Nikita swooned, placing her hand on her forehead dramatically.

"Girl, I told you about all these things. Were you not listening?" I threw her a glare because she was the very first person I called after that brunch thingy, telling her who and who majestically became my step-siblings.

She scratched the back of her neck, giving me a sly smile. "I can't lie, I was kinda in the middle of something that day when you called."

"Let me guess, with Jerry," I frowned, making my hatred for her so-called boyfriend obvious.

They were literally off and on, taking breaks here and there. That wasn't a relationship to me please.

She rolled her eyes, dodging to answer my question. I scoffed, turning to Sinn again, our gaze locking instantly.

My breath hitched, eyes growing wide. Hurriedly, I pulled Nikita in front of me, shielding myself from him.

"What's the matter?"

"He's a snitch, remember? He can't see me," I whispered from behind her, holding her in place.

"I think he already -"

"And the first biker from the WestWood Club is... The Shadow!"

The Shadow was here? As in, the most dangerous racer in all of Mayhill underground world.

"You have to see this, babes," Nikita stepped away from shielding me, pointing at the red and black motorcycle where Sinn was seated, gearing up his engine.

"Sinn ... Sinn was The Shadow?" I asked calmly, eyes nailed on his face, not minding if he saw me.

"Oh my God! I think I'm gonna faint. You kissed The Shadow, babe?"

"Okay, easy! We don't want everyone knowing that," I chuckled nervously, slapping my hand on her mouth.

Before the race started, a girl walked up to Sinn, placing a soft kiss on his cheek, patting his cheeks softly before moving back to the side. My eyes twitched, gaze meeting Sinn's cold emotionless gaze again. It was how he always spotted me out in the crowd.

"Go!" A girl yelled, bringing down a black and white sports flag she held up for a few minutes.

"Who's she?" Nikita asked, her tone calm.

My eyes fell to the girl who had pecked Sinn earlier, dragging itself up and down her body. She was tall, full in the right places and definitely a charmer. She also looked like someone who didn't share her property.

"I don't care," my words came out sharper than intended. "I'm going to get a drink,"

"Bring for two!" Nikita said, pushing herself forward to get a better view.

From stories we've heard, The Shadow never lost a race. Just like his name, he moved like a shadow while on track, disappearing into darkness and appearing in light - just at the finish line. Sick.

Did Mace know this? That his brother was some worshipped god in Mayhill. Maybe if he did, he wouldn't be feeling himself too much, so I didn't think he did.

"And what's a pretty girl like you doing all alone by yourself," a crooked voice spoke, his tone gruffy. As if talking wasn't enough, he placed his hand on my waist, holding firmly.

"Excuse you?" I pulled myself out of his grip, eyeing him up and down in disgust. He smirked, flashing me his dirty yellow teeth while he stroked his thick grey colored beards. The man was old enough to be my father.

"Come on, don't look at me like you're not craving to taste my cock, small one," he stretched his big hand to touch my face. Instinctively, my hand raised to his face, splashing the alcohol on his face.

"Stay away from me, pervert. Jeez, at least go after your type, grandpa," I turned to leave back to the cheering crowd - It seemed as though the match had ended - when a large hand grabbed my hand.

"You know over the time, I've messed around with your type," he pulled me into his body, smirking cockily at me. Goosebumps scattered all over my skin from irritation. "I can't wait to break this facade of yours, watching you scream under me,"

"Let me go," I yelled, trying to wriggle my hand from his grip but he was too strong for me. Everybody was so focused on whatever was happening in front, nobody was paying attention to us.

"You have until I pin you to a corner to act feisty all you want, small one, it's turning me on," the man forcefully pulled me with him, stalking towards a dark exit.

My heart drummed loudly in my chest, panic shooting through my veins.