I didn’t know my brother had been riding with a motorcycle club for three years. He’d kept it from me because he knew Kevin would have used it against him somehow. Kevin hated bikers. Called them criminals and degenerates.
Two weeks after I got out of the hospital, Marcus took me to meet his club president.
But when Thomas shook my hand, his grip was gentle. And when he looked at my still-healing face, his eyes filled with a sadness that surprised me.
“Your brother told me what you’ve been through,” Thomas said. “I’m sorry. No woman should ever have to experience that.”
“Thank you,” I whispered. I didn’t know what else to say.
“Marcus asked for our help. And we want to give it. But first, I need to explain how we operate.” Thomas sat down across from me. “We’re not what people think we are. We don’t solve problems with violence. Violence creates evidence. Evidence creates problems. Problems create prison time.”
I was confused. “Then how can you help me?”
Thomas smiled. “We’ve developed something over the years. We call it aggressive relocation services. It’s a system that makes dangerous men disappear without anyone getting hurt. Without anyone going to jail.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Let me explain.” Thomas leaned forward. “Men like your husband, they’re motivated by power and control. That’s why he hunts you. Not because he loves you. Because you’re his property and you escaped. His ego can’t handle it.”
“But men like him are also motivated by money and status. They need to feel important. Need to feel successful. That’s their weakness.”
“What do you mean?”
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