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CHAPTER ONE

Sarah

"Thank you for agreeing to meet us," said Chase, the strange man who had approached me at Father's funeral after we had watched the casket rest. "You have my deepest condolences, and I am grateful you wasted no time in replying to my request to meet up to talk business."

He was acting oddly formal for someone who was dressed as strangely as he was. He talked like a lawyer, but he was dressed in an oil stained muscle shirt, ripped jeans, and old tennis shoes. What had struck me as even more suspicious was the fact that he had shown up on a motorcycle with four other men, all of whom were dressed in a similar manner and sitting at the booth behind us. I was deeply frightened, but, as Father always told me to, I refused to judge a book by its cover. After all, he seemed formal enough, and I didn't think he meant me any harm. A forced smile spread across my face as I nodded.

"By the way you sounded at the funeral, it sounded urgent," I told him, not letting my fear show through. "So, what can I do for you?" He was about to respond when the waitress brought us our order, two cheeseburgers with fries and a milkshake each. She smiled nervously as she ran off as quickly as possible, seeming just as scared of him as I was. He smiled charmingly as he proceeded to casually pour ketchup on his plate before continuing our conversation.

"This may come as some form of shock to you, but I'm here on behalf of the Barbarians," he informed me as he dipped a single crinkle cut fry into the ketchup before popping it into his mouth. My fear threatened to take over despite his charismatic behavior, but I stuffed it down, knowing the last thing I wanted was to show fear in a time like this. "Your father owed us a considerable debt before he died, and, with you being the next of kin, we wanted to take this opportunity to discuss a solution to the debt." Having not been aware of his dealings with the Barbarians, my heart sank as I realized he meant to collect the debt from me.

"How much does he owe?" I asked, my chest seizing from my attempts to keep calm. He chuckled as he wolfed down a few more fries, and I began to feel more nervous by the second.

"He owes fifty-five thousand dollars," he informed me, the number rolling off his tongue casually as he spoke. My jaw dropped, and my heart came to a complete stop, making the air seize before it could reach my lungs.

Fifty-five thousand dollars? Father never told me about this! I knew that he was struggling with his business going under, but he always told me not to worry about it. He reassured me that everything was going to be okay. Now that the lawyers had taken every penny and sold all his assets, leaving me with nothing but my apartment and his gravesite to visit, all his creditors had forgiven his debt thanks to the life insurance policy he had maintained before dying. The last thing I had anticipated was the addition of fifty-five thousand dollars from the most ruthless biker gang around! If he noticed my hesitation, Chase didn't acknowledge it as he continued.

"Since his debt wasn't taken on the traditional way, we weren't able to recover anything from the lawyers when they were settling his affairs," he continued, casually eating one fry after another, looking as though he was talking about the weather rather than an impossible debt. "We were told that, if we wanted to collect anything, we would be legally entitled to make a deal with you." I shook my head as I regained my composure.

"I don't know what to say," I told him, voicing my concern. "I lost my job when they sold Father's business, and I don't have anything. I'm actually on the verge of being evicted from my apartment due to being behind on the rent." He sighed as he wiped his hand on a napkin before picking up the milkshake glass.

"I already figured as much," he said before looking over at me. "That's why I came to offer you a deal." Despite my efforts to remain as calm as possible, I couldn't help the fact that I was starting to hyperventilate as he spoke. "We don't normally do this, but we allow other forms of collateral if the debt can't be paid. In your case, I would like to accept you and your services as collateral." A cold chill ran up my spine as I stared at him.

"My services?" I asked, and he nodded.

"We do pay handsomely for the occasional companionship of beautiful women like yourself," he began, his hand reaching across the table slowly and deliberately as he spoke. "We would offer you free housing, meals, and all basic necessities, including trips to the doctor when needed. All we ask is you stay with us and provide some much needed companionship to all of us until the debt is paid." I shook my head as I stared at him in disbelief.

"No, I couldn't," I protested, my voice cracking from fear. "I won't. Please, there has to be another way?" He raised an eyebrow at me as he stared at me in disbelief.

"We don't exactly have any other use for women," he informed me, his voice growing colder as he took my wrist in his massive hand. "It's either that, or we resolve to other methods. We don't take kindly to those who owe us what they could never pay." Tears stung my eyes as I raced to think of something.

"What if I worked off the debt in another way?" I asked. "I know my way around cars and motorcycles, and I can change tires for anything all the way up to a semi by myself. Please, just give me a chance." He stopped and stared at me in surprise, seeming to reassess the opportunity before him.

"Did your father teach you?" he asked, genuine curiosity taking over as he let me go. Immediately, I nodded, confirming the truth.

"Father was a mechanic," I reminded him, my words desperate and hurried. "He taught me everything he knew with hopes that I would take over the shop one day. I can do almost anything for vehicles of all kinds." Taking some time to consider this, he smiled, his charming nature returning as he began to nod his head.

"Alright then, I'll accept your offer," he agreed. "You will work in our motorcycle shop until the debt is paid. You will receive no wages, and the same benefits of my previous offer will be yours." He then leaned forward, and I saw his grin go from kind to that of the cat about to eat a canary. "However, if you change your mind, the other offer still stands. Who knows? You might do some good around the group." My stomach twisted in knots as I nodded.

"I will keep that in mind," I reassured him. "So, do we have a deal?" He sighed and went back to his meal, the threatening cloud of his true business here gone as he nodded.

"Yes, we have a deal," he informed me. "Now, finish your meal. You start tomorrow, and I want you in tip top shape." I swallowed hard as I looked down at the meal before me, my stomach knotting as I fully processed just how close I had been to being a plaything to the Barbarians.

"What about my apartment?" I asked, and he raised an eyebrow as he looked up at me.

"I'll deal with it," he told me. "Now eat."

CHAPTER TWO

Adam

"What the hell happened to you?" Jagger chuckled as I clambered down to the breakfast table. "You look like you got hit by a bus." I grumbled as I reached for an empty mug set out by Joyce and the other women who helped out around Chase's house.

"I feel like I got hit by a bus," I told him. "I was repainting a motorcycle yesterday, and Hank accidentally knocked it over while rushing to get the primer. I had to catch it before it hit the ground and got us both into deep shit." Jagger frowned as he raised an eyebrow at me.

"Whose bike was it?" he asked, and I winced as I poured a cup of coffee only to drink it immediately, scalding and black.

"It was Chase's," I informed him. Immediately, Jagger winced and shook his head while he watched me pour another cup of the life giving substance.