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It makes so much sense why she has been uncomfortable in the two occasions I’ve seen her, but I can't wrap my head around why she would choose to continue being a slave when she has so many chances to escape. I push the thought to the back of my mind and focus on the situation at hand.
"Any minute now, Jimmy," I answer. Just like Jim, everyone is eagerly waiting to leave the site and meet what awaits them on the road.
Enzo comes back out a little while later, straightening his hair and suit jacket.
"I don't know why it is taking them so damn long," Enzo says upon approaching us. "They should be done any minute now."
Just then, the girl comes out. Her hair is a mess and she is hugging herself, just like she was at the casino except, she is wearing a cardigan sweater tonight and she didn't appear to be feeling cold a while ago.
Who the fuck is this man I am working for and what amount of sexual desire does he possess that can't be controlled? You've got to stop this, Outlaw. You are only here to work. I remind myself and once again push thoughts of the girl to the back of my mind.
I can't help but think of the girl throughout the whole ride. I constantly find myself wondering how she ended up with him and whether she is really Enzo's sex slave. I have joined a lot of dots since Jim told me their possible relationship and the more I think about it, the more it makes sense.
The mission is a success. There's a party at the club house as usual but I am not in as good of a mood as I should be. I can't seem to shake the girl off my mind.
"What's up, man? Why are you not celebrating? You just got paid for taking a ride. When does that ever happen?" Hawk suddenly asks, clinging on my back.
"How can you ride for hours and still have it in you to party, old man?" I ask jokingly. Hopefully, he won't be on my case for being so low.
"Haven't you ever heard age is just a number? Come on, let me show you how it is done."
I turn, resting my back and elbows on the counter and watch him drunk dance. Soon, he is tired of performing for me and joins his fellow crazy dancers.
I turn back and ask for a refill by tapping my glass on the counter. "You've been like this since I told you about the girl. It's not your fault and there's nothing you can do about it."
"Shut up, Jimmy. You know nothing."
"Maybe you don't remember but you told me what they did to your family. You feel obliged to save this girl from what Enzo is making her go through but you don't have to get yourself killed for a girl you don't even know."
"I said shut up!" My voice is raised. I know I earned the attention of a few bikers around me. I don't want to be questioned or comforted so I empty my glass and head upstairs.
There's a soft knock on my door shortly after I lie down. Only Jim and Hawk would be concerned enough to check on me.
"It's open."
The door slowly opens, and Jim enters slowly, "Listen man, I had no right to bring up that topic and I am sorry for that. It's just that you are like a big brother to me, the only person who genuinely gives a shit about me and I would be devastated if something bad happened to you."
"I'm not going to die, you pussy," I respond softly making him chuckle.
"Does that mean you won't try to go all superhero mode and try saving the girl?"
"No."
"Okay. Just don't die."
"I will kill you if you say that again. I'll also kill you if anyone else finds out."
"I'll take it to the grave."
"Good."
"I'll be downstairs if you need anything."
"I know."
He gently shuts the door behind him. I can't remember ever telling anyone about my family, including Jim. I must have told him at the time when I used to drink myself to sleep. I don't know how much more I told him but I know for a fact that I don't have to worry about any detail spread among the bikers or around the neighborhood. Most importantly, I never have to worry about any detail from that dreadful day ever being used against me.
For the next two weeks, my attention is on Enzo. I try to find any detail about him that shows he is not keeping a girl in his mansion as a sex slave. I, however, don't have a lot of sources and the few that I turn to have been unhelpful.
