Chapter 4: The Building

“Wait,” I say as I come out of the car to run after her. Suddenly I can hear the deep thumps of music playing in the distance.

As my vision gets used to darkness I see an under-constructed building. It looks dark and abandoned. But I can see a lot of bikes and a few cars parked in the front. I check the location on my phone and realize, accidentally, we have reached our destination.

She is walking towards the building, the source of the noise. Before I can ask her to come back I start hearing bike noises. I turn to see the bikes rapidly coming toward us. Even if I could pull my wife into the car, we won’t have enough time to back up and drive away from them.

I grab her hand and start pulling her into the building. “Let’s hurry,” I say with urgency.

“Are you still paranoid?? Let’s wait and ask them. I bet they also want to come to the bar” she says.

I don’t want to wait for them and challenging my wife will ensure that happens. “I just want to go to the club quickly. I need a bathroom” I lie.

My wife looks at me suspiciously and thankfully starts walking into the building.

The building is dark except for one small light bulb. In front of us are some old ripped mattresses. I would have doubted there is a bar anywhere in this place if not for the music coming from a distance.

She points to a recently sprayed arrow on the walls towards the basement. We follow the arrow.

We see a large door.

“Go and knock on the door” she orders as she corrects her dress. I look at her angrily but go anyway.

I give two small knocks. The door opens. Suddenly the music gets much louder.

A large man looks at me and asks, “what do you want?”

“We want to go to get into the bar”, I ask with doubt.

“There is no bar”, he says and starts to close the door and then his eyes fall on my wife.

He scans her from top to bottom and tells her, “Come in”.

She immediately walks in. But he puts his hand on my chest and stops me when I try to go in after her. I look at him in surprise.

“She is my wife”, I say.

“Get the fuck out and forget this place exists or I will beat you to a fucking pulp.” He threatens and pushes me backward.

Some more people start coming from the stairs. I realise they are the bike gang that was chasing us. All of them are at least a foot taller than me. They look at me threateningly. One of them places his hand on my shoulder and another one asks, “Where is the item?”

The bouncer starts to close the door.