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“You have to know that biker club will never help me.”

“They don’t have to help you, but they will help me. Trust me, I can get them to come around and do this for me.”

“And you’ll dance, without hesitation?”

I nod, even though he can’t see it. “Provided we do it properly. No more cages. No more drugs. We get girls who want to dance, and we pay them. I’ll train them. This show could be incredible, if you would just let me help.”

“You’re asking me to trust you, Ellie Mae, and all you have done is try to escape me. This could simply be a way of getting home.”

“It could be, but you won’t know until you let me show you that I’m serious about this. I don’t want to dance the way I have been, you were right about that. I want to go home, but I want to do something different with my career. This is it.”

He’s silent.

“Very well. I’ll give you a chance, but know this, if you double cross me – there is nowhere in this world you can hide that I won’t find you, and I will find you.”

His words are icy, threatening and terrifying.

I know he means them.

But I also know that I’m not going to betray him.

This is my chance to start again, to find my freedom, and to make something incredible with this show.

This is my way out.

10

One Month Later

We survived the hurricane.

I’m not entirely sure how, but we did.

Then, Marek kept his word, and we went home.

He allowed me to contact Bonnie, and I’ve scheduled a meeting with her and the club this afternoon. Marek is less than pleased with it, but this is the only chance we have of getting this show back on the road and bringing it to life. Marek is rich, and he’s powerful, he doesn’t need the show to survive, but part of me thinks he does it because it brings something different into his world.

Ever since we’ve been back, I have been working my backside off to show him how incredible this can be. He released all of the girls he had in cages, and we recruited new ones, ones that aren’t relying on drugs. We gave them all little caravans to share, and I began their training. They’re all willing to learn and thrilled with the idea of travelling around and preforming. So far, it is going swimmingly.

As for Marek and I, we’re basically the same.

He hasn’t fucked me since the night on the ship, but he also doesn’t treat me like a prisoner any longer. I know this is hard for him, it goes against everything he has ever known, it takes away his power and control, but at the same time I know he can see how incredible this show could be and when it takes off, he’ll understand it was worth it all. At least, I hope that’s what happens.

It will depend on this article Bonniereleases– if she releases it.

“Dammit,” I grunt, as Marek pushes my leg up into the air, stretching it as far as it can go.

We’re practicing before our meeting with the club, and he’s trying to get me to flex more so I can be tied in ribbons and soaring through the damned top of the tent. He wants my legs to stretch further, and so he’s been doing this with me every day, pushing a little harder, adjusting my body to the unfamiliar lengths he wants it to go to.

“You need to work harder,” Marek growls, resting my leg on his shoulder as he leans forward, forcing it back a little.

“At least if you’re going to bend me in these positions,” I grind out, “you could be fucking me.”

He pauses, staring down at me as if I’ve spoken some forbidden words.

God, he’s moody.

Figuring he’ll forget about what I just spat out, I’m taken entirely by surprise when he suddenly lets me go, hauls me up and over his shoulder, and walks out of the tent, causing everyone to stop and stare. Cheeks flushing, I splutter and gasp as he takes me to his RV. Is he going to fuck me? I mean, I wasn’t being serious but I won’t say no.

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