I never expected that when I’d finally make it back to my apartment after two years in the pen that I’d be holding a passed out girl in a goddamn prom dress. It didn’t help that I had to bring her back on my bike, I had to keep her draped over my lap and balance her every couple of seconds or else she would have fallen off.

I opened the door to my apartment, the place was untouched. It wasn’t in my name so the police had no idea where I lived, meaning they didn’t tear it apart looking for evidence when they arrested me.

I had the girl in my arms, her face was nestled in my chest as she drifted in and out of consciousness. It was pretty uncommon for people around here to get heat stroke, why was this girl this dehydrated?

I threw her on my bed and then walked over to my kitchen. I opened up one of my drawers and dug around until I found an old pair of police handcuffs, I used to use them all the time for interrogations. Nothing scares a man more than being handcuffed to a radiator, seeing me walk back and forth with a crowbar, a lead pipe, or a baseball bat as I taunted him. I could get a man to break easy, but I’ve never had to work my magic on a woman before, especially a woman that was as pretty as this girl.

“Just my luck, I get a girl in my bed and it’s for all the wrong reasons.”

I walked back over to her as she stirred a little bit on the bed, still trying to regain consciousness.

I grabbed her arm and cuffed it to my bed frame, this girl was going nowhere.

I walked back to my kitchen and got a glass of water bringing it over to her. I put my hand behind her head and lifted it up, I wasn’t going to let this girl die of dehydration in my own bed, besides I still had to find out more about her.

I put the glass to her lips and ordered her to drink. In her half conscious state she managed to gulp down the whole glass before having a coughing fit.

I let go of the back of her head and let her rest on my pillow. I couldn’t tell if she was unconscious or if she was now sleeping from exhaustion but either way I had her here. Once she came to I would be able to find out more about her.

You might think what I’m doing is petty, to hold a young girl against her will after a failed attempt at robbing me, but the thing was you never knew what a rival MC would do to get the jump on you. For all I knew it was a test, they could have found out I was released today and sent her to see if jail had turned me soft. You’d be surprised how many of our guys walk out of jail and want nothing to do with the club, that thought never even crossed my mind. These tattoos were more than just for show, they bound me to this club in mind and body. Our MC’s ceiling was so high, I just wanted to help Clay lead us to our full potential. Not to mention get back at the state trooper that killed my friend.

My phone started ringing and I walked over to go pick it up, I had to get myself a cellphone now that I was on the outside, I can’t just wait around the house for people to call me with important info.

I looked at the caller ID to see “Wyatt” printed in bold letters, I should have been pissed at him for leaving me alone in that bar to almost be shot by this girl but I didn’t want anyone to know about her until I got the info I wanted out of her.

I picked up the phone and put it to my ear, before I could even say hello Wyatt was giving me an earful.

“Axel? Axel you gotta come down here the boys brought in something that’ll bring the club in a couple grand.”

A couple of grand? We’re getting excited over a couple of grand now? What has Clay been doing since I got thrown in? A few thousand dollars used to be chump change to us.

“Alright alright where are you at?” I asked as I turned and watched the girl stir a little bit in my bed.

“Down at my garage, we’re trying to unload this thing quick before anyone reports it gone.”

I sighed “alright I’ll be down there.”

I took out a roll of duct tape from my cupboard, going back over to the girl and tying her other arm to the bed before putting a strip over her mouth. Looks like I would have to wait to do a number on her.

As I secured her arms to the bed I noticed that her wrists seemed red, as if something was constantly rubbing on her skin. Even for the women I knew who wore a lot of bracelets it was odd to see someone’s skin this red and bruised. Who knows, maybe it was just oddly placed sunburn.

“Shame I’ll have to try and crack a girl as pretty as her, if she had walked into the bar without that gun and a better attitude maybe I would have let her get close to me. Or maybe I would have just used her for a little bit of fun before kicking her out of my bed.”

I looked down at her, half passed out and half sleeping.

“What would make a girl like that do what she did?”