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Taking a shower to wash the road dust off me, I walk out of the room in nothing more than a small, hard towel wrapped around my hips. I can hear a couple having sex next door. When the woman yells, I know it’s a prostitute and not a couple on vacation. Her porn star moans and yells give her away. It’s the same thing the fucking house bunnies do thinking it makes us want them more. It doesn’t make us want them more. If anything, it turns us the fuck off and we don’t go back for seconds. No one is that loud with a man unless they’re really enjoying themselves or they’re faking it. She is doing the latter as I listen to the little grunts coming from the man. Considering I wasn’t in the shower five minutes and the man is almost done fucking the bitch tells me all I need to know.
Pulling out my phone, I check for messages and don’t see any. It bothers me to know my brother and Annabell haven’t checked in with me, but I guess I got what I wanted—solitude. The last straw for my Bell, I’m sure, was watching me ride away with a bitch on the back of my bike. I told her that spot was reserved for her and look what I did—I put another bitch in her place as I was leaving the clubhouse for who knows how long. Annabell is crushed and I know it. She doesn’t need to tell me anything because I saw her face in the mirror before I turned the corner. Yes, I looked back as my brother pulled her into his arms and held her close like I should’ve been doing.
After dropping the towel, I pull on a pair of jeans and leave the button open, I wait for the door to open next door. If I’m right, I’ll be able to pay for some time with this woman and find out more information. I just hope she wants to talk and doesn’t lie to me about what’s going on and why she’s pimping herself out here now. My end game is to help these people for some reason I can’t even begin to explain to myself or anyone else. It’s just something I feel strongly about deep in my gut and I’m going to follow through. To prove to myself that I’m getting better and not only thinking of myself and what I need right now. I’ve done that for way too long and it’s time for me to get back to putting others before myself.
I finally hear the door open and open my own as I see a tall woman close the door behind her and stuff some money into the small bag she has with her. She looks up at me and I can see the make-up plastered to her face. Hell, she hasn’t even broken a sweat with the man next door. Her long blonde hair is teased higher than I’ve ever seen and a fake smile is plastered on her face as she turns and heads toward me. She reminds me so much of the house bunnies and I want to cringe because I’m sure this woman was once very beautiful and life has chewed her up and spit her back out to continue on living in this new hell.
“Hey, sugar. I haven’t seen you around here before,” she says, her voice high pitched and whiny, making me want to slam the door shut in her face and figure out a different way to approach this situation.
“Just got to town. Lookin’ for some company if you know anyone . . .,” I trail off, waiting to see what she’ll say or do.
“I’d be willing to help you out with that,” she answers, looking me up and down while licking her lips.
“How much?” I ask.
“Hundred for the hour,” she answers immediately and I know she won’t get more than a few dollars, if that, from the amount she just told me. It’s how pimps work.
I nod my head to come in the room and slam the door shut behind her. After making sure to lock it, I sit in the chair while the woman sits on the bed. She continues her perusal of me and it creeps me the fuck out. There’s no one other than Annabell who should be looking at me like that. This bitch has nothing on my angel and never will. Still, I let her get a good look because I need to make this shit look legit if someone’s watching her and can somehow see in my room through the split in the curtains I’ve purposely left so I’ll be able to see my bike.
“What’s your name?” I ask as I look at her more thoroughly.
I can see bruises on her arms and one around her neck. There’re needle marks up and down her arms and I’m disgusted by her appearance. Not only is she an addict, she’s being beat on too. I wouldn’t be surprised if her pimp got her hooked on the drugs to make her comply with him easier. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve seen it happen. The club always steps in and gets these women out of the situation. It doesn’t seem if anyone near Cedar Bay has realized what’s been going on. Or they simply don’t give a fuck and have left them to deal with the mess themselves. That’s not how the Phantom Bastards work. We will always step in and help those in need.
“It’s Nora,” she says, her voice going back to what I’m assuming is her normal pitch—a soft and gentle tone I’ve only heard from Annabell. “You’re not looking for a good time are you?”
“Nope.”
“You a cop?” she asks, looking around the room.
“Nope. Someone who wants to help. I did just get to town and I don’t like what I see here. My club usually steps in if the place is closer to home so we can put a stop to this shit. It’s just me here now,” I tell her, sitting back in the chair and letting my body relax to keep Nora as relaxed as possible.
Nora starts crying. Sobs wrack her small frame and it reminds me so much of Annabell and seeing her cry the day I left her behind. Her entire body was shaking as tears fell from her eyes. Tears that I once again caused her to shed. I remain in my seat because I don’t know if Nora’s trying to play me or not. It wouldn’t be the first time someone’s played me like this. Or anyone else in the club. We’ve gotten into some shitty situations because of this very reason. Since I’m alone and back-up is nowhere near me, I need to tread lightly and take precautions moving forward and not just jump head first into the situation. Handing her a tissue from the box on the table next to me, I give her a minute to compose herself before I continue talking.
“What can you tell me about what’s goin’ on here?” I ask her, needing to know what happened with her and as many of the girls as possible.
“Well, when we got hit last year with a tornado, some unsavory guys moved in and decided to take the town over. They chased the tourists away and now we have to do what we can to make it through each day. If you came through town, you’ve seen the state of things. How are you gonna help?” she asks, wiping the tears away as she begins to scratch absentmindedly at her arms letting me know she’s gonna need a fix soon.
“How many pimps are here? What drugs are bein’ pushed?” I question her, making mental notes of everything for now.
“There’s two main guys. They serve as the pimp and dealer. I don’t even know their names because they won’t use them when anyone else is around. I’ve heard mention of the name Antonio, but I’m not sure if that’s one of them or not. As far as the drugs go, it’s mainly heroin and crack. At least that’s all I’ve seen. They got me hooked on heroin when I wouldn’t join their ‘stable’ as they call it. They’ve been grabbing women they think will make them the most money and bringing them in,” Nora tells me, pain and guilt filling her eyes.
“Okay. Thank you for the information. If I wanted to score somethin’, where could I go to do that?” I ask her, wanting to get a look at the men for myself.
“They won’t deal with you. These men know everyone in town and they don’t talk to outsiders. They’ll spot you before you spot them,” Nora answers me, sounding more alert as she continues to absently scratch at her arms.
I nod my head and hand over a hundred dollars for her time. I tell her to take a load off and sleep for the next half hour. Nora looks at me as if I’m her savior, but I’m not. I’m just a man trying to do the right thing for the first time in a very long time. I’ll wake her in plenty of time for her to get out of here so she doesn’t get beat on again. There’s no way I’ll let her get hurt because of me.
Nora lays down on the bed and doesn’t even bother to cover herself as she almost immediately falls asleep. I turn the TV on quietly and try to find something to occupy myself as I think of how I’m going to get an in with these guys. It’s important I at least get a look at them so I know who I’m looking for. Plus, I want to size them up and make sure I can take them out on my own if the need arises.
I’ve been in Cedar Bay for two days now and I’ve already gathered a lot of information. The one pimp is named Antonio. He’s part of a mafia family I’ve never heard of before. I don’t want a mafia on my ass, but I’m not going to let this town continue to fall into disrepair either.
The first day I was in town, I went riding through the vacant streets. There are no kids out playing or people walking their pets down the streets. The shops on the main street are mainly boarded up and no one goes in them. I did manage to find a small diner that was open and I ate lunch there. The waitress looked blitzed out of her mind and I’m sure she was high as a kite on something the dealers are pushing, but I got my first glimpse of Antonio and the other dealer in town.
They were sitting at a booth in the back and talking quietly amongst themselves. When I walked in the diner, they checked me out from head to toe as I took a seat on the opposite side of the building from them. I want them to know I’m here, but not what I’m doing. Not yet. I can’t let on about anything until I have Slim’s approval to move here and start a new chapter of the club. Or at least make a move against the men who thought they’d take advantage of a small town that just went through a horrible time. Once Slim gives me the approval, I’ll be able to start making moves.
“You in town for a while or just passing through?” one of the men asks, finally walking up to me after the waitress takes my order and I lean back in the booth.
“I’ll be here about a week. Why are you askin’?” I question him, trying to contain my anger.
