Page 98 of Biker Daddies

“No! No, no!” they all begin to scream, and when the guy unlocks the cage again, he grabs the girl who just came in from the room behind the curtain.

He drags her away to the auction room and that’s when I see my uncle. He was standing behind the guy who took the girl. He snags me, wrapping a hand around my throat. “Let me show you what you’re in store for.”

He takes me to the auction room too. It’s dark, but very nice. It doesn’t look like the rest of the house. It seems brand-new. The walls are painted gray and there’s a chandelier hanging from the middle of the ceiling. In the back is a bar and there are leather couches around the room so the buyers are comfortable. In the front is the stage. It’s smaller, but big enough to pace back and forth, do a little spin that I’m sure they ask for.

The door closes behind us and I jump.

“Don’t worry. This isn’t going to be you. Not yet. I don’t know what to do with you yet. If I put you behind the curtain, I bet you’d make a lot of money.”

“People don’t want to fuck a pregnant woman,” I say with a sneer, hoping he gives a shit about that, but all he does is laugh.

“Oh, that would bring in so much money later on. I’m definitely keeping you around.”

“Fuck you,” I spit.

“We’re family, baby. I don’t fuck family.” He looks me up and down, sucking his tongue across his teeth. “Then again, are we really family? We don’t really know each other.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“I’m a business man.” He crowds me. “And you’d be good business. Now shut the fuck up and watch what will happen after I get sick of you.” He grabs my neck and forces me to look at the stage.

The girl in the dirty dress in on stage. Lights are glaring down on her and she looks even worse than I thought. Her hair is long, oily, and tangled. She sways from the drugs and the guy who just got done fucking her tugs her dress over her head so she’s standing there naked.

I try to look away, but my uncle’s fingers dig into my cheek, forcing me to watch.

“We have a beautiful young woman, twenty-three, dark hair, and is broken in,” the announcer begins.

Broken in.

As if we are fucking horses that need to be tamed.

Her body is bruised. Her ribs are showing through her skin.

It doesn’t even look like she’s going to make it another day.

The guy makes her spin and he grabs her ass.

I shut my eyes, unable to stomach anymore of this abuse, humiliation, and sickness.

“Five thousand,” they call out the price, and one of the men in a fancy suit lifts his paddle. Then another.

And another.

“Ten thousand? Going once…” the announcer says, waiting for someone else to bid.

“Sold. Buyer, please come claim your prize.”

I open my eyes to see what happens next. The dirty dress is tugged over her body to cover her up and the man who bought her can’t be over forty. When he stands in front of her, he gently wraps his arm around her, guiding her to where he’s sitting.

He seems kind, which I know can’t be the case. Why would he care? It’s a trick. It has to be.

“Some men come here looking for a real companion. Someone they can take care of. Those girls are lucky.”

I stare at the guy who bought this poor girl and there is no way he struggles finding a woman. He’s good-looking. Rich. Well dressed. I’m curious as to why he is here. He grabs his belongings, then lifts her into his arms, carrying her out in a rush.

I’m hoping this man beats the odds and isn’t a lowlife. I hope he was here to help.

“So be good and this won’t happen to you,” my uncle reminds me.

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