It had been three weeks now since the gang rape Kyle had been victim of and he was slowly recovering from the experience.
Alice was still very quiet and timid, which she had never been and she refused to see anybody for the time. Kyle got great help from his brother and had finally gotten over his fear of going out of the city. He took his bike and went for a short drive and he was hoping to make it past the dirt road where they came from. He was certain that, if he made it past that point, he'd have no more problems. So he set out. His brother knew where he was heading and knew to come look for him if he wasn't back within 5 hours. That's the deal they made. If Kyle stayed out longer, he would give his brother a call.
So he got on his bike and steered it out of town, heading towards 'the place of all evil' like his brother called the spot where they had been pulled over by those cops. It turned out later that they weren't real cops and that the police was actively looking for them. The descriptions Kyle and Alice gave, helped them a little further but it was no guarantee to find them. The only advice they had been given was to be careful and call for help if they didn't feel safe.
Alice had locked herself into her apartment and came out for nobody.
* * * * *
Kyle was eager to get this over and done with, and got his brother to help him.
Now, he enjoyed the wind playing through his hair and the spectacular views he had from up on this small slope. He made it to the dirt road and beyond without hesitating and he pulled over to sit on a bench for a moment. Then he decided to take his healing another step further, got back on his bike and drove back to the dirt road. He stopped and hesitated, not knowing if he was making the right choice here. He shrugged off the questions and steered his bike up the road all the way to the bench where they had been sitting to watch the sun set. He pulled up to the bench and overlooked the scenery. It really was beautiful up there. He stayed there for a bit, then turned his bike around and went down the road again.
He was heading back to town and slowed down a little when he came by the spot where they had been pulled over. Images of what happened to him that night came rushing back to his waking mind and he nearly lost balance. He put his foot down and throttled his bike to greater speed.
He was coming within seeing distance of town when he suddenly heard the thundering sounds of multiple bikes closing in. He glanced in his rear-view mirror and noticed a large group of bikers coming up behind him. Pretty soon they were all around him and they were eyeing his bike, some in admiration, others in jealousy. His bike was his hobby and he took really good care of it.
* * * * *
The group started to slow down suddenly and he could do nothing but slow down as well. He didn't want to cause an accident in this pack. When they came to a complete stop, two men approached Kyle and when the first one spoke to his friend, he remembered who they were. These two guys participated in the rape that night. Now these guys surrounded Kyle and he had no idea what they wanted from him.
"Hey, buddy!" said one of them, Kyle didn't remember his name, but he couldn't care less.
His breath caught in his throat and his "Hey." sounded more like a whisper.
"So, you're back up on your feet I see."
Kyle nodded in reply.
"You know, there's a way to keep things like that from happening again." said the second one.
"Yeah, put a bullet through my head." Kyle said with a faint smile.
"Well that's one option!" agreed the man, "But another one is to join a gang like ours. No way anybody's gonna wanna mess with you if you wear biker colours."
"No shit!"
"So, whadda ya say?"
"Whadda I say to what?" Kyle replied, copying the man's words.
"About joining us."
"No thanks, I've got other things to do with my life than ride around town all day long."
"I didn't remember you this feisty."
"Yeah, well maybe having a gun pointed at my face and one of my friends getting raped a few yards away is enough to take the feist out of anybody."
"Okay, mister I'm too good for this, shut the fuck up and follow us!"
* * * * *
Kyle turned to see where that voice was coming from and found himself staring down the barrel of a gun.
He looked at the man holding the gun and he cocked it.
"Put it in gear and follow us." the man said.
Meanwhile the two others returned to their bikes and the whole group set off.
Kyle felt the heat of the gun pointed at him and did as he was told.
They took him along the outskirts of town to an abandoned warehouse. The big gate was rolled open and Kyle saw another bunch of bikes parked to the side of the warehouse. In all there were at least 40 or 50 bikes.
Kyle didn't see so many men and figured some of them were standing guard. While they drove there, Kyle took his time to look around and noticed a great number of them were armed with either hand weapons or rifles and shotguns. They manoeuvred him to the side and parked all the bikes along the wall. Kyle got off and followed the men, with the gun still pointed at him. He didn't want to give them any reason to shoot him, so he followed without complaining.
When they reached a set of stairs, they stopped him.
After about 5 minutes, the door opened and a woman stepped out. She looked straight at Kyle and motioned them up.
"Bring him up here."
Somebody shoved Kyle and he nearly lost his balance, managed to steady himself on the stairs and started up. Three men came up behind him. The woman stepped out of the way and motioned him in. He stepped inside and found himself facing five men. The one in the middle seemed to be the leader.
* * * * *
One of the men who came up behind him, shoved Kyle again, harder this time, and he dropped to his knees. He felt the cold steel of a gun tickle the back of his neck and stayed down.
"Here he is, Shark." Somebody said.
One of the men went over to the leader and they talked for some time. Their voices too low for Kyle to understand what was being said. Then the leader stood up and came over to Kyle.
"So you've been having trouble with the law?"
"No, they weren't real cops." Kyle answered.
"That's nasty. So you thought you were being pulled over by real cops and got your brains fucked out by a bunch of fake ones."
Kyle refused to answer to that, but he felt his heart pulsing faster.
"And by some of your guys. I thought bikers always stuck together?" Kyle launched, realizing he was putting himself in a dangerous position.
"That could've been avoided if you'd been part of a family."
"Sure."
The man grabbed Kyle's shirt and pulled him to his feet. He was at least 10 inches taller than Kyle and lifted him off the floor.
"If you had worn our colours, my men would've called for back-up and we would've fucked their brains out instead of yours. A lone ranger will never get any help from anyone. You're better off being part of a family. But I hear you're not interested."
Kyle was starting to have trouble breathing with the man's fist in his throat and he tried to get free. He brought his hands up to the man's fist and attempted to pry it open. He got treated to a blow to the ribs from behind which knocked the wind out of him even more. The leader set him back on the floor and nodded to one of the men to hold him up. He turned to the one who punched Kyle and grabbed him by the throat.
"Did I ask you to do that?"
His voice thundered through the small room.
The man looked up in fear and shook his head.
Shark's free hand went up and came down hard on the man's head, knocking him down.
"Get him out of my eyes." he said to the other man. He nodded and grabbed his friend's arm, pulling him out of the room.
* * * * *
"I hate useless violence." he said to Kyle, who was trying to catch his breath.
"Have a seat, I'd like to talk to you."
Kyle sat down and everybody left the room, except the woman. She stood by the door.
"So, tell me, what scares you in joining our family?"
"Nothing, I just have other things to do with my life than roam the streets all day."
"We don't roam the streets all day. Do have a job?"
"Yes, I do."
"And do you like it?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact! I like my job a lot."
"Well, nothing tells you to quit your job or anything. You've got a beautiful bike and it would be a shame if it got mangled."
"What are you saying? If I don't join you, you'll wreck my bike?"
"No, that's not what I'm saying, relax. I'm just saying that if you get picked on again, they might not mangle you up, but your bike instead. Or both! If you wore family colours, people would be less tempted to mess with you. You seem like a nice guy and from what I've heard, your girlfriend is pretty good-looking. Wouldn't you prefer to set yourself safe?"
"I'm not a killer nor a rapist."
"None of us are."
"Then what would it take to join your gang?"
"It's not a gang, it's a family. And I don't ask people to kill, steal or rape to join us. There are a few different ways to join, and given your history, I'd say sex would be your ticket in."
Kyle jumped up, knocking his chair over.
"Forget it!" he shouted furiously.
"Relax." the man said, "I haven't even said anything yet, so calm down."
Kyle looked at him, not knowing what to expect.