Page 104 of Traitor

"Don't you dare close your eyes, Baldilocks! You watch everything I'm about to do to your precious bike. Learn your fucking lesson, once and for all!" Ria commands, pointing a manicured finger right at him.

Tank barely opens his eyes, whispering like a man on his deathbed. "You are so fucking mean for such a tiny lady."

Ria's smile turns feral. "I'll show you tiny lady."

She saunters toward his bike, her own bat in hand, shoulders loose, lethal, ready to swing.

And then it starts.

A massacre.

It takes an hour before they stop. An hour of metal crunching, of paint chipping, of glass shattering, of engines dying loud, pitiful deaths.

By the end of it, our bikes are unrecognizable.

Totaled. Wrecked.

Just like our pride. Just like our fucking asses.

None of us will be able to look each other in the eyes for months. Maybe years.

Temper

I'm finishing off the last brutal swing on Bones' bike when I see her. Chestnut hair whipping behind her, eyes burning, her fury a living, breathing thing. She moves fast, like a storm barreling straight for me.

"Give me the bat, Temperance," Layla hisses the moment she reaches me, voice low, tight, dangerous.

I blink, caught off guard. "Layla? What's going on?"

"Give me the bat, Elyna—" She corrects herself immediately, fake as fuck smile twitching at her lips. "Sorry. Temperance. Please."

Her eyes tell me not to argue.

I hand her the bat. Because only a fool fights a woman this close to unhinged.

She snatches it, turns without another word, and heads straight for one of the few bikes still standing.

Joker's.

Oh, fuck.

And then? She descends.

Like a vengeful god, an avenging angel, an executioner swinging the blade of divine retribution.

The first blow lands with a sickening crunch. Metal warps. Glass shatters. Leather splits.

"YOU FUCKING STUPID, JERKFACE, CHEATING ASSHOLE!" she screams, bringing down the full force of her wrath.

Joker, who's barely managing to sit up, lifts his head at the sound of his bike being murdered. "Lei-Lei?" he croaks, voice weak, eyes hazy with pain.

She doesn't hear him. Not yet.

She just keeps tearing through the bike like it personally wronged her.

“I gave you everything! Sixteen years! Since high school! My one and only! Best years of my life! Best. Fucking. Years.”

“And you go and fuck a fucking whore?! And get her pregnant?!”

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