Perfect Little Flower

Chapter 1

The cheers erupted all around me. I raised both of my hands to bask in their attention. Smiling proudly to myself, I got of my motorcycle and removed my helmet, letting my hair fall. I hook the helmet on my arms and walked towards Matthew Stack, grinning widely, "A deals a deal, Stack. Pay up"
Matthew looks so pissed. Hell, I would be if I'll loose $2,000 and get my face bashed in. I laid my palm in front of him, "Come on. Don't waste my time dipshit"
I heard the host talking in the background, summarizing what's happening and telling the viewers whats about to happen.
Jeremy Long is a famous YouTuber that specializes in live streaming of races and I became his regular racer.
Finally, with one last glare, Matthew fished his money out from his pocket and slammed it on my palm. I smiled at him sweetly, "Nice doing business with you, Stack"
I nodded at my men and clapped, "Chop chop, fuckers. Before the police finds our location" I was about to walk away back to my motorcycle when my head snapped sideways, ears ringing and I can taste the blood on my lips.
Matthew Stack just slammed his helmet on my face.
I licked my lips, the pad of my pointer finger touching the swollen area and confirming the blood oozing out. I laughed, "You know, my men does this shit more gentle than I do" I look at Matthew who stood in a stance, ready to fight. "You just made a grave mistake, you fucking idiot"
I stood in front of him smirking then gestured at my men, "Hold him"
Jeremy and the crowd went wild in the background, "The flower is pissed everybody! I repeat the flower is pissed! Stay tuned everybody, do not blink! After a very long time of letting her men do the deed, The Flower decided to do it herself!"
My men grabbed Matthew's arms, "You'll regret this Dahlia"
This stupid fucker.
In our races, no one should say our names loud enough so the live stream won't capture it, that's why we usually stand with our backs on the camera or our face will be blurred and that's also why we use alias. US Police are hardcore.
Even more pissed, I grabbed Matthews helmet from his motorcycle and tested in on my arms, my gloves squeezing it tightly.
With all my energy, I swing my arms and slammed his own helmet on his jaw, "Fucking piece of shit" I groaned then bashed the helmet on his face again and again and again until I let my frustration out.
The crowd goes wild again, it usually happens when this part of the race happens but this time they're unusually rowdy and chaotic.
Everyone loves to watch a bloodbath.
Satisfied when Matthew became limped on my mens hold, I slammed his helmet hard on the ground. "That's what you'll get when you mess with me" and for good measure, I kicked him in the face.
Jeremy ended the livestream and ran towards me, "Our views ranked up today" the crowd slowly walking away.
I scoffed at him, "Your views, Jer. Not ours"
He shrugged, "Well, if it's not for you, I wouldn't have a crazy fanbase"
I let Jeremy talked behind me while I go to my two boys, I grabbed my winnings from my pocket and gave it to the both of them, "Thanks for today"
"Anytime" Marcus said, then they both climbed into their car before Brent nodded at me. I watched them both drive away before I walk back to my motorcycle.
"Say, Dahlia. What are you doing tonight?"
I knew Jeremy live streams my races not because he enjoys the ranking up of his followers but because he likes me. I breathe through my nose and faced him, "I'm sorry Jeremy" I say in my seductive voice and dragged my fingers against his cheeks, "My father wants me to come home immediately tonight" I leaned in closer, "Maybe next time" I patted his chest and winked at him.
I drove off, leaving Jeremy in his entranced state.
The estate was quiet this time of night, I can see my father's car and his bodyguards car lined up at the front. I parked beside my own car and walked inside.
"Good evening, miss" Cynthia, the head of housekeeping greeted me, "Do you want me to heat up dinner?"
I nodded at her, "Thanks. Where's dad?"
As if remembering something, Cynthia jerks. I guess this is what we'll get for having a very old housekeeper. "Oh, he's waiting for you in his office. Should I bring your dinner there?"
I shook my head, "Nope" I say, popping the 'P' "I'll go to the dining once done"
Cynthia bowed, "Sure, miss"
I walked passed Cynthia and directly to my father's office. I knocked before entering.
"Come in" his deep old voice say.
I sauntered inside and plopped on his red velvet couch, I sigh loudly, "Sup, daddy?"
His eyes flickered on mine with irritation, "What's wrong with you lip?"
I unconsciously touched my swollen bottom lip, "Oh right. Just some animal went rouge. So what's up?" I went straight to the topic since I'm hungry and I'm also still pissed.
"In the next seven months, I will be hosting a bike race in Korea along with my fellow legendary bikers" he leaned back on his chair, both of his hands are folded against his chest, both elbows leaning on the armrest. "I want you there. Either to participate or study, I don't care. You'll go where I'll go, Dahlia"
This bomb was way bigger than the bombs he falls on my lap before. The first time was saying that my mom had an affair and then slides an envelope towards me filled with evidence. Second time was saying that he knew all my illegal activities and threatened to cut me off unless I straighten up.
The threat never worked.
"I guess I have to learn Korean then" I sighed then stood up.
"I already have that fixed-"
"Sure you do" I say sarcastically.
Dominic West glared at me, "You'll learn Korean in the next six months and we will fly after because I need to be early for the preparations"
Without saying goodbye, I walked away from my own father.