Six Years Later
Kyle had been in the service of the Iron Sled MC for six years, and Markus hadn’t sold him yet. He was still a virgin and mostly worked in the kitchen.
Every time Markus found a buyer willing to pay what he wanted for Kyle’s virginity, he would decide he could get more and up the price. Part of him wanted more money, but it was mostly because he felt like he owned Kyle.
Markus wasn’t in love with him, far from it, but he had started to feel like he was entitled to Kyle’s virginity. After all, he was the one who had given him food, shelter, and protection all of these years.
Fortunately for Kyle, a bear shifter from a rival MC had taken an interest in the sale. Dakota was the leader of the Kodiaks MC. The Kodiaks weren’t an outlaw club.
They did honor rides for veterans’ funerals, helped the local childrens’ hospital with fundraising, and did volunteer work with animal shelters. They weren’t to be messed with, though, as they were as deadly as any outlaw club. Dakota and the rest of the Kodiaks often took jobs like helping women escape their violent husbands and locating missing children.
Quite a few of them were reformed criminals who wanted to give up the criminal life but were still drawn to the open road. Because of this, many of them still had ties to the underworld and could get information for the right price. Everyone from the police to the criminals respected them, and you’d be hard pressed to find anyone who would risk crossing the Kodiaks.
Dakota hated the human trafficking aspect of the Iron Sled’s business, but it seemed that every time he was able to shut them down, they found a way to start again.
It was through his lieutenant, Bryan, that he heard about the sale of Kyle. After a little digging, he found out who he was. He’d gone missing six years ago and had apparently been held by the Iron Sleds the entire time.
Bidding for his virginity was up to three million dollars, plus transport to the Middle East, where the current top bidder lived.
He knew if the sale went through, Kyle would disappear forever. Dakota was at home, surfing the net and trying to figure out if he wanted to get involved when Bryan emailed him the file on him. He clicked the email open, and his blood ran ice-cold.
The bear inside him roared to the surface when the picture of his fated mate popped up on the screen. He’d never seen Kyle before, but one look was all he needed. His icy blood turned hot thanks to the animal inside, and he suddenly felt like murder. He had to get him, and he had to get Kyle now.
“Get over here and help me get in on this auction right now,” he growled into his phone at Bryan.
Bryan arrived at the clubhouse ten minutes later and started work on a fake profile for Dakota to use in the auction.
“How long?” he practically yelled at his best friend.
“Five more minutes, Brother. What’s going on? Why is this so urgent?” Bryan asked.
“He’s my mate. The Omega is my mate.”
Bryan understood. He knew that right now Dakota wanted to ride over there, guns out, and take the Omega away. But he also knew that would put Kyle in danger, and that was something Dakota couldn’t physically do. The profile would allow Dakota to buy Kyle, and he could save his mate without risking him harm.
“I set up the transfer using a program that will deposit the money into his account from your holdings in the Caymans, but the second you have him, we can reverse it, Boss.
“Those mongrels won’t get a dime of your money, and no one else will get your Omega,” Bryan told him with confidence.
“I don’t care about the money, but thank you. It’s a fraction of the fortune my grandfather left me. Once it’s done, you take three million for yourself and donate the rest to the domestic violence shelter anonymously.”
“Yes, Boss. Thank you.”
“It’s fair payment for a job well done, Bryan.”
Once the program was ready, Bryan hacked into the online auction Markus had set up for Kyle. Markus had grown tired of sifting through and validating offers for the Omega, so he had set up the online auction.
Any bids had to be escrowed into an account up front so there was no way to make a fake bid. You had to have the money, or you could just keep moving.
It was also by invitation only, but one of the Kodiaks was tight with a local drug kingpin who was willing to let them use his invitation. The Kodiaks had rescued his nephew from sex traffickers and returned him to his parents unharmed.
Bryan had to change the invitation to the fake identity and hope that Markus didn’t question it. He placed a bid for four million dollars. The bid was one million more than the top bid at the moment, and they knew Markus intended to accept that bid within days. Bryan transferred the money into the required escrow account, but stipulated in the bid that Markus had twenty minutes to accept or he would withdraw the money and go buy a virgin elsewhere.
Dakota paced the room, and Bryan stared at the computer screen nervously for exactly seventeen minutes. Then it happened. Markus accepted the bid and sent a message asking for details of the Omega’s delivery.
“Yes!” Dakota roared. “Tell him I want Kyle tonight. Tell him I’ll be there in thirty minutes to get him.”
“Brother, you can’t go alone. If they see it’s you, they’ll know. Take Henry, and take the truck.”
“I’m going to ride. I’ll wear a helmet and stay in the shadows. They won’t know it’s me.”
“Okay, Boss. Be careful. If you’re not back here in forty-five minutes, the club will ride out to get you.”
Dakota grabbed a black helmet off the wall, nodded at Bryan, and headed out the door.