The Gentleman Biker

ave your staff fix up the two guestrooms for them, will you.” I found my chef and Jack-of-all-

new ways to torture my ass. Some days the shit he puts in front of me passed off as heal

Who? I refuse to take care of that riffraff you’ve taken up with. When are we getting out of here anyway?” The

man likes to knock them around, so I figured I’d let them stay here for a while.” He mumbled some unintelligible cr

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here. I thought the two who dropped me off were bad, but they seem almost docile compared to these two. No matte

omehow they seem able to communicate with each other, which is even more frightening. My guts are tied up in knots, and I’ve had flop

eal bad, which wasn’t far from the truth but

ediately turned to glare at me over his shoulder. I actually stumbled bac

though the other man gave nothing away, it always seemed like he was maybe more th

d be happy keeping his nose out of shit that don’t concern him. But ever since the old man died and he took over, he hasn’t acted at a

old because they didn’t know shit about the deal. Plus, I wouldn’t put it past the weak fuck. But why would he? He stoo

ows anywhere in the small room. I looked for any sign of recognition but saw none. The two assholes w

one from my pocket. Maybe these guys aren’t the masterminds I gave them credit for since they didn’t even c

thing to get out of town after I give these guys the slip. The call was answered on the

re we still on fo

y voice as low as possible so as not to alert the others in

ou talking about? Wh

ar and present danger. If I can escape them, then maybe I’ll stand a chance of escaping this asshol

No one reneges o

stand; we’ve alm

at mean? Almost been c

N

way, stupid bastard; he could’ve made a lotta money if he wasn’t so stuck up on

to get som

client picked he

he new boss is even worst than his

new

ld man

this kid

him, other than that he’s so

t tell me you’re afraid of some prissy snot-nosed kid with a degree. I though

pee for real this time. Fear rode my bladder hard as I emptied it in the head before coming o

a natural-born predator; I’d seen it in his eyes. I have to get the hell out of here. When I wal

. Usually, the kids I bring in off the street get me a few hundred, sometimes a grand if the meat i

plaything or slave, whichever you wanna call it. I could see why someone would pay that kind of money for the girl. She’s a knockou

he funds and give Sam the measly ten grand, which makes me hard just thinking about it. That dumb fuck was willing to give up his ki

ve to give up on that dream. No worries, I can set up shop somewhere else once I get out of here. Maybe

people who were supposed to be watching me, they don’t seem too interested.