Page 36 of The Biker's Second Chance
The first woman that comes out seems to be walking on her own accord. She is in a pretty dress, her makeup is done nicely. She's pretty, blonde, tall, and has a nice rack. She plays up the crowd. As she gets to the end of the runway she bends over and sways her ass from side to side while slowly lifting up her skirt.
The crowd goes wild. Jayne whoops right along with them. I squeeze her hand and she looks up at me once again.
"We have to make it seem like we want to be here, remember?"
I know she's right, but I don't want her to draw any extra attention to herself. I put my fingers into my mouth and whistle loudly. The girl on stage looks in our direction and she gives me a wink before she walks seductively back down the runway to go back into the room she came out of.
The next woman comes out and it's more of the same. The people in the crowd start to get more and more into the show.
I'm taking note of the people standing guard. No one seems to be paying me any attention. It just confirms what I've been thinking. They really don't know who Chrome Creed is.
That's good for us. It'll be a shock to them. A surprise attack when we take them down.
"Oh god." Jayne whispers and I feel her go tense in my arms. My attention jerks back to the stage and what I see makes my stomach turn.
A girl walks out on the runway. She has a smile on her face but I can see the wetness on her cheeks as if she were just crying.
The roars of the crowd get louder but I can't even fake it. I'm not going to cheer for this.
This girl can't be any older than fifteen years old. It's clear from her body and her mannerisms that she's nothing more than a child.
Jayne turns in my arms and drapes her arms around my neck, lifting up so she can kiss the side of my neck. "We can't leave her here. We can't." Her voice is weak, barely loud enough for me to hear.
I nod my head, agreeing with her but not wanting to say it out loud just in case someone is eavesdropping.
The MC of the event starts to talk in the background, letting everyone know that this one is up for immediate sale and that she is verified pure. He tells us she'll be perfect for a hideaway companion. I'm not sure what that means until the next girl comes out.
This one looks to be of age, but my heart jams to a stop when I get a good look at her. Just like the girl before her, she has on a fake smile, but I can see she doesn't really want to be here.
The surprising part is I've seen this girl before.
"She's a missing woman." I lean forward and whisper in Jayne's ear. "I just saw a poster with her face on it. Her parents are peppering the entire state with them."
My eyes smoothly move to Tella, who is in the opposite corner, and I can see the fury building up inside of him too. He must recognize her the same way I do.
We need to get out of here quickly before all of us blow our cover. The only issue is there's no way I can walk out of here without those women. Even if I have to burn the place down, I'm going to free those girls from this hellhole.
CHAPTER 19
INDECENT PROPOSAL
JAYNE
My heels click furiously against the tile floor as Spike nearly drags me out of the back store once the show has come to its end.
It was more than I needed to see to know that I'm doing the right thing when it comes to getting these women out of here, but I can't help but realize that even though we've seen the women, we haven't gotten the information that we need. We are still no closer to saving these women than we were when we got here.
"Spike, slow down," I hiss at him and try to pull him to a stop. Of course, my shoes have no grip and I just wind up sliding across the floor as he continues moving toward the exit.
"No, this is done. I'm not staying here a minute longer than I have to. This was a bad fucking idea. There's nothing we can do," he growls in my direction.
"We have to try something," I hiss up at him again.
"Like what!" he snaps at me, finally stopping so he can turn and look at me. "We came here for information. We're not going to get it here. The girls are all guarded in the back room and theonly way through them is through all these people. I told you back at the clubhouse, I'm not going to do anything that will put you at risk."
I can see the rage building up in his eyes. This Spike I know. This Spike isn't hearing a word I'm saying. All he sees is the exit and the fact that I'm keeping him from it.
There's no winning this battle right now. Having a full-blown argument in the middle of all these people isn't going to help either.
