My Mafia Brother’s Car Framed Me? Chapter 03

My Mafia Brother’s Car Framed Me? Chapter 03

Dozens of bikes pulled off along both sides of the gravel road.

The road captain and the sergeant-at-arms dismounted one after another. Someone called out, “Prez, what’s going on?”

Theo’s voice was icy. “Hailey can’t handle a heavy bike, so I ordered Vivienne to swap with her. She refused an order and broke formation.”

He said nothing about cutting me off. He said nothing about the slap.

The Iron Raven MC ran on a strict hierarchy. The Prez held total authority, the road captain owned the routes, and members called each other brothers while placing loyalty above all else.

But loyalty was never meant to mean blind obedience.

“Vivienne, on an official club ride, you follow the pack.”

“It’s just a bike swap. Stop acting like someone’s out to get you.”

Someone glanced at my second-hand motorcycle and sneered.

“She probably just can’t part with her own cheap piece of junk. Broke people always treat their trash like treasure.”

“A woman with no family and no backing is lucky enough just to wear our patch.”

These men didn’t want anything from me.

They had simply decided I was a nobody with no background, meaning abusing me came with zero consequences.

I had earned my patch the exact same way every prospect did—by scrubbing bikes, hauling heavy gear, and pulling night watches.

Yet they still believed that no matter how good a woman’s riding skills were, she belonged in the back.

Hailey, though? She played the weak card like a pro, wrapped in bullshit ‘brotherhood’ speeches.

When her stamina failed, it was called perseverance. When I refused a dangerous bike swap, it was called selfishness.

Her eyes welled with tears as she whimpered, “Prez, forget it. I’ll keep trying. If I wreck on the trail, don’t stop for me. Don’t let me hold the pack back.”

The crowd turned on me instantly.

“You hear that? She’s still thinking about you!”

“You’re swapping bikes today whether you like it or not!”

Theo seized my handlebars.

“Vivienne, you really disappoint me. Refuse this swap, and don’t bother calling yourself my woman anymore.”

He was even using a breakup as a weapon to force my compliance.

I slowly released my grip on the handlebars.

“Fine.”

Hailey’s eyes lit up.

I pointed straight at her motorcycle.

“Before any swap happens, we take photos and video of both bikes. Everyone here will serve as on-the-spot witnesses to their exact condition.”

A heavy silence fell over the mountain road.

Theo was the first to lose his composure.

“Vivienne, haven’t you made enough of a scene?”

Theo lowered his voice in a sharp warning.

“Requiring proof for a bike swap between brothers? Are you suspecting Hailey, or are you suspecting me?”

“If there’s nothing wrong with the bike, what are you afraid of taking pictures of?”

Murmurs of frustration immediately broke out around us.

“Who’s gonna scam you over a beat-up bike?”

“Why should the whole club waste time on your bullshit?”

Hailey chimed in, looking deeply wronged. “It’s just a regular modified bike. Forcing photos makes it look like I’m intentionally trying to screw you over with a broken ride.”

The crowd closed in around me.

The sergeant-at-arms blocked my retreat while other members positioned their bikes to seal the trail in both directions.

Theo grabbed my arm and dragged me away from my motorcycle.

“If you want to stay in the Iron Raven MC, you obey the Prez!”

I looked every single one of them in the eye.

“So you’re all forcing me to swap, and you’re refusing to let me record the condition of the bike?”

No one answered.

Theo raised his chin high. “Get on the bike and hold formation.”

I nodded slowly.

“Alright. I hope none of you regret this.”