Esmerelda (RAZORBACK MC NOVELLA #2)

5 years ago: Ezzy: I could hear the new girl crying, she had been used rough, and not much different than my first time here... and the same woman who helped me, was helping her. I didn't get in her way, she cleaned her up, told her that she might bleed the next could of days, that it was normal, and soon she would get used to it. I had been here... used goods, taking hits that they offered me so I wouldn't cry my eyes out, wouldn't feel all that they do it me... and it was getting to be at the stage where I almost wanted to pretend I was enjoying myself. When I stopped being high the thought of enjoying it made my stomach roll, but while high... it was enough to make me giggle I knew the men were out for the night, no one coming in here, so I walked into the bathroom sat down and started to run my fingers through my hair. I was getting ready to use the shower when I heard someone start talking, a man. I poked my head out and saw that it was a guy with a big bag in his hand. I watched as he opened up the bag and started to toss clean clothes at us. I looked at the girls who were shoving their legs in, and he looked up at me and pulled out a pair of leggings and a clean baggy shirt. It looked like something he would wear... and he walked closer to me. "Put this on, you're all leaving." He told me and I just took the clothes. He nodded and I moved to step into the leggings, they were a little long for my ankles but they were keeping part of my feet warm. I looked at the guy as he moved to wake up some of the girls drifting off to sleep. There was only 8 of us, and he had the same little chapter name and location on the back of his vest. I had never seen him before, not even high. He was either new or he didn't use us. He was kind of good looking, he wouldn't have to use us. He was tall, dark hair that had a bit of curl to it, his eyes were dark, he had broad shoulders... he had a soft way of talking to us. none of the girl seemed like they were scared of him, he had this entire presence that didn't shout.... cower before me. I almost giggled and turned it cover my mouth. I was high, the high was definitely kicking in... and soon I would be asleep. If he was really getting us out of here... then he better work fast. I had my hits, I did my work for the men tonight... I needed sleep. Some of the other girls seemed to feel the same way, getting nice and warm in the clothes he had given us I saw Chrissy take a nod off before he touched her foot and woke her back up. "Sleep when we get tot he car. We need to go now." He told her and she sighed, looked ready to tell him off before she looked around. I grabbed her arm, kept her with me as he started to get the rest of us up and out the door. There was a van out front, running, there wasn't a single bike in sight... I knew weren't in their little club house... I was there the first night before I woke up here. Once we were used we would be put in this place, watched over night and day so we didn't get out, hooked on the heroin they gave us... and none of us really tried to leave past a month being here. Even if I did get out... who would I run to? No one was looking for me. I got int he back of a van, thinking how dub it would be if he was pretending and just moving us to a bigger place... I kept my giggle in again... getting comfortable on the carpet that was in the back and falling asleep. I wasn't sure how long we were in the car. I woke up needing a fix, and we were still driving.  I felt needy, getting a bit emotional, and so were the other girls. I had to keep reminding myself that the was taking us somewhere, he said safe.. but we were being moved. I couldn't  get mad at him, I didn't want to be left in the middle of a dessert or something. We were in the van as a whole for an hour more after I woke up, and when we parked he left us in the van for all of 5 minutes before the back was opened up. It was bright as hell, not the sunny bright, but the light grey clouds, almost going to rain bright. I shivered as he and a woman started to help us up and out of the back. I was cold and trying not to show I was needy, and that was when he opened his bag again. "Here. Take this and stay warm. She is going to talk to you guys outside." He handed over a hoodie, it was something with a small emblem over the left side. "Where are we?" "Rehab, woman's shelter... California. You'll be safe just don't let Nevada take you back." He told me and nodded so I would follow the others. I nodded slowly, getting to walk with the rest of the girls. Two hours of rules, of what they will do for us... we were asked if we should see doctors. Each of us had a small little counselor there helping us. I talked with the lady... she told me to call her Saffie, so I did. We talked about where I was from, where I wanted to go, how old I was, if I had kids, if I was on drugs before they took me... lists of questions I sat there and answered, feeling more and more needy for a fix as I explained my life. I stayed at the rehab for 9 months, not once relapsing. They gave me a birthday party, I found friends in the 8 girls I came with... and I would make a great life. When I leave. I needed help until I turned 21, at that point I stopped relying on the government, I had two jobs, I was living with Chrissy, and Sofia... she had been the new girl the night we got out of there, and we protected each other. We each had jobs, Sofia had been 15 when she was taken by the MC in Vegas, so she was kind of like  Chrissy and I's younger sister. They didn't like that I worked for the MC again, but if they didn't know me, they didn't try and touch me, they wouldn't do anything to me. I felt safer with this chapter than the lat, and it was just a waiting game to see what they were really like. If I went missing after work one day, the other girls would tell the cops about what happened to us with the MC again, this time, if I was taken, there would be men who suffered for it. 2 years ago: TRAVIS: "Inmate 25819, Travis Davidson." I raised myself up from the bed, knowing today I was being released, I was f*****g glad. I didn't do s**t but be a MC brother... I might have counted the drug money, I might have been paid by it, but I didn't sell, I didn't mule, and I sure as s**t didn't take any. I did what the cops in Vegas wouldn't I helped the girls, the kids, the f*****g women they had escape being s*x slaves when they didn't do s**t when anonymous letters were sent in with locations and names of girls missing. I took s**t into my own hands, took the girls to California where my brother was so it didn't seem weird I would go out there. I got 8 the first time I did it. Then they went for f*****g glory and took 10, then 15, it was like they were trying to one up me. Each set of girls I took and relocated somewhere in California... they would always grab more by the end of the month. Made me sick that they treated women like property.  The way the fuckers shared, got them high, and kept them in a locked house so they couldn't escape. No one else was going to help... and it was f*****g ridiculous. Now I went down for them, I wouldn't be back with this chapter any time soon Only fucker I ever liked in Vegas was in California anyways. I could be near my brothers, I could be near the one guy who didn't even get a day in prison.. s**t would start going smooth for me. I was given my personal items, left the small simalac smelling waiting room, got in a cab, and driven down to a bank where I still had cash, and other s**t I needed to get my bike back. I hit the road, getting on a highway, getting to California, and that was when I made my call. It rang four times before a girls voice picked it up. "Yeah, is this still Marcus Allen's number?" "Yeah, it is. He's got his hands dirty in my oil right now, can I ask who is calling?" She didn't sound too preppy, but I took a breath, "Tell him it's Trav." I told her and she hummed before I could hear her telling him. It was quiet for a long time, I could hear mumbling before what sounded like the phone being dropped. "Travis?" I heard  Marcus and I smiled into the phone like a dumb ass. "The one and only." "You out?" "Yeah, let off and let out. You still in California?" "You know it. I was in Nevada a couple weeks ago. I heard you were getting out." "I didn't do s**t so I shouldn't have been in." I told him and he agreed. "You good if I head out that way? Or do you want me to steer clear?" "No, you come here. I will call my prez here, he will have a room for you, we can all talk." I heard someone talking to him and he laughed. "What ever you do, if you meet Tara before me, don't eat anything she's made. She's still learning." "Trust me I would take about any hot, good home cooked meal at this point." I told him and he laughed. "You know the way?" "I can find it." I told him honestly and he sighed. "Good to hear from you. Glad you're out. You'll get good s**t here. Better than Vegas." He told me and I just nodded slowly. "You get here fast and get a good meal in you. Sleep, a private shower-" "Shut the f**k up." I laughed knowing he knew what it was like on the inside, I couldn't help but give him s**t when he got out, and now he's doing the same thing. "Get here." He turned serious, and I told him I would see him in a couple hours at most. "See you." "See you." Seeing him used to make me hate him. I had loved Hope. She was his little sister, she was like my childhood crush, we were together for all of a month before she moved on to another guy who had money to lavish her with... money and drugs. That's what killed her, that's why I would never touch the stuff. I took care of the fucker who gave her the bad s**t, and Marcus didn't even know. He didn't know a lot of s**t I've done. I almost wanted to ask if he knew who helped the girls escape, but I didn't want s**t to go south so soon. I wanted some kind of income before I f****d with my relationship with him. We had Hope in common, that and the club life. Turning on the club by helping the girls... that was a bad thing to do. If he found out I could only hope he didn't hate me and make the prez kick me out. Club life was all I knew. God or whoever forgive me if that is taken away.