Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere-Chapter 552: A Busy Night (Part 4)

Back at the bar, Ash wasn’t inside.

She hugged the side of the building instead, pressed into shadow where the exterior lights didn’t quite reach.

The front was busy—too busy. Bikes lined the curb. Hot rods packed the lot. Doors swung open and shut as laughter and music spilled out, dragging people back inside whenever the noise peaked.

She kept her head down.

’How the hell do I do this?’

Dirty work wasn’t new to her. Breaking knees, shaking people down, pushing back when things got ugly—that she understood.

This was different.

This was alone.

Her jaw tightened. She stayed still, watching.

The crowd thinned just enough. A roar from inside—shouting, something crashing—pulled attention inward.

’A fight,’ she thought.

Her eyes dropped to the vehicles left unattended.

Then back to the door.

Then to the bikes again.

Ash sucked in a breath and moved.

She broke from cover in a low crouch, boots barely making a sound as she crossed the open stretch. She reached the line of motorcycles and scanned fast—hands moving, eyes flicking up every second.

There.

One bike’s gas tank seal sat loose. No lock.

She popped it open and set the cap down carefully.

’Fast. Fast.’

She kicked the stand free and started easing the bike over, muscles straining as she tried to control the weight to not make noise.

She was halfway down when the door burst open.

"Hey!"

Her head snapped up.

A stocky man stepped out, beer in hand, one arm draped around a girl’s shoulders. He had a thick beard, sleeveless cut, patches stitched over leather stretched tight across his gut. Chain hung from his belt. Boots heavy enough to dent pavement.

"The fuck you think you’re doing?" he shouted.

"Shit—"

Ash let go and turned to run.

The bike slammed onto its side, metal scraping loud as fuel sloshed out across the ground.

"HEY!" the biker roared. "Get back here, you bitch!"

His free hand went behind him, grabbing for a gun as he bellowed toward the door. "WE GOT A RAT OUT HERE!"

Ash sprinted.

She didn’t look back.

Instead, she flicked a lighter from her pocket rather than using her own power, thumb rolling the wheel as she ran. At the edge of the spreading puddle, she snapped her arm back and tossed it.

The biker saw it mid-air.

His eyes went wide.

"WAIT—"

The fire hit the gas in a blink.

Flame rolled outward, a sudden bloom that tore through the line of bikes. Tanks ruptured one after another, shockwaves slamming into nearby hot rods. Glass shattered. Alarms went off. The front windows of the bar blew inward as heat washed across the façade, paint blistering, signage tearing loose as the blast punched through.

Ash was thrown forward.

She hit the pavement hard as the force shoved her along the ground. Her ears rang.

She pushed up and ran.

Across the street. Past stunned onlookers. Sirens already starting somewhere distant.

Behind her, yelling broke out.

"There! She went that way!"

"GET HER!"

Ash didn’t slow.

’Fuck!’

’I can’t believe he left me there without a ride!’

The street opened up ahead—houses, closed shops, dark windows. No cover worth a damn.

’There’s gotta be a car I can jack.’

None in sight.

The sound of engines followed. Bikes revving.

She reached the next intersection and skidded to a stop, chest heaving, head snapping left— 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Headlights flared.

A black shape slid out of the turn, lights off.

Ash flinched and started moving toward a fence—

Then recognized the car.

"Holy—"

She bolted for the car as it slowed just enough. The door flew open. She dove inside, slamming it shut as the engine roared.

The Mustang tore off.

Ash twisted in her seat, looking back through the rear window as the fire-lit chaos shrank behind them. Her breath came in rough pulls.

"Fuck..." She dragged a hand over her face. "What the hell? I thought you’d wait for me there?"

Don drove hard, one hand steady on the wheel.

He shrugged. "You didn’t ask."

She stared at him.

Then he glanced over, a faint curve at the edge of his mouth.

"But chin up," he added. "You passed the test."

Ash blinked, breath still uneven.

"...The fuck you mean a test?"

Ash frowned, the expression settling in hard as his words landed.

She opened her mouth—already winding up for something heated—when a wail rose somewhere behind them.

Sirens.

Her shoulders dropped an inch on reflex. A moment later, a fire truck blew past in the opposite lane, red lights washing over the Mustang’s interior as it roared by—air shuddering in its wake.

Don didn’t even glance at it.

"Relax," he said. "You act like you just committed murder."

His tone was almost playful.

It didn’t help.

"Did you not see the explosion?" Ash shot back, hands spreading before dropping to her lap. "Of course someone could’ve died. Fuck." She dragged a breath through her teeth and slouched into the seat. "Listen—I get wanting payback. I get proving you’re not a pushover. But you gotta play it smarter or we’re all fucked."

She stared forward, jaw tight.

She wasn’t wrong.

Don smiled faintly, eyes still on the road, speed steady as the city thinned around them.

"I know," he said. "That wasn’t the point."

She turned toward him. "Then what was?"

"I needed to know I could trust you," Don replied. "That you’d follow instructions. Even if it’s risky."

Ash groaned and dropped her head back against the seat.

"Argh—you’re fucking confusing me." She rubbed her face, then looked at him again. "Am I fired or not?"

Don tilted his head slightly, then chuckled.

"Of course you’re not," he said. "I paid a lot of money for that club. And the staff. Why would I let you go for free?"

Ash frowned.

She didn’t like that answer.

Didn’t like being nudged around all night without knowing where she stood. One minute he was ice-cold and distant, the next he was pulling her back in like nothing had changed. She’d really thought this was it.

Neither outcome stirred much excitement, but if she had to choose? She’d take the steady paycheck and backing over clawing her way up alone with her name already burned.

She crossed her arms. Leather creaked.

"This has to violate some employee rights or something," she muttered.

Don shrugged. "Sue me."

That earned him a glare.

What she didn’t know—what he didn’t bother saying—was that he would’ve kept her either way. Success or failure hadn’t mattered.

What mattered was the shift.

Until tonight, in her eyes, he’d been something else. A hero. The good guy. Dangerous, sure—but clean about it.

Now?

Now he was a boss.

Ash clicked her tongue and looked out the window. "Fuck it. At least we made those assholes pay." She paused. "But they’ll come after you. You know that."

"I’m counting on it," Don said.

She raised a brow. "You sure?"

He glanced at her briefly. "Fifty-fifty."

Ash snorted and leaned back again, eyes rolling just enough to make her point.

"Well," she said, "that’s reassuring..."

The Mustang kept moving, engine low and steady as the last of the sirens faded behind them.