Sold to the MC Men

She climbed off the dirty bed where she’d been hugging herself toward the bottom. Most of the mattress was stained with a lot of other things. There were clearly old bloodstains on the thing. Ugh. There were probably other bodily fluids, and she didn’t want to have other people’s disgusting things on her.

Junior and Tank moved to her rear as she followed Edge, Dig, and Trick up the stairs. It was rather nice to have all five men to herself, which was completely crazy. Why would she want to have the attention of five men? It was wrong.

It wasn’t like this was going to end up in a date or anything like that. Pushing all of her thoughts and feelings to one side, she just focused on staying alive. These men were owed money from her mother, and well, she didn’t want to be the one to have to pay that due.

She also wasn’t going to steal from any of them. Hell no.

She wasn’t a thief.

Never in all of her years of being in the foster care system did she ever steal from anyone. She was rather proud of her accomplishment. There was nothing in this world worth having if you had to steal for it.

Coming out of the basement lifted a weight off her chest. She didn’t have to be afraid of the dark anymore.

She hated when it was night, more than anything, or being chained up in the blackness of it all.

Once again, she pushed those few miserable memories to one side, and just focused on surviving. There were only five men to this MC club, so she just needed to be friends with all of them in order to survive. Piece of cake.

No way she couldn’t not do this.

She had learned to cook at an early age.

In one of the foster homes, there had been a really nice mother who had taken the time to teach her. The mother had been getting old, so most of the older kids, herself included, had to be moved on.

It was the only mother who had tried to fight for her, but the system had said no. She was too old and frail to take care of any of them.

Leah would have loved to have been given the chance to take care of her, but she wasn’t. She had learned a year later the old woman had passed away. The news had broken her heart, and it had made her even more determined to get out of the system. To survive and to thrive.

That foster mother had been the only mother to believe she was capable of doing anything other than being a pest on society.

“That’s the office. You’re not allowed in there other than to deliver food and coffee at our request. This is the main club room. If we choose to, we have whores to sate our hunger.” He gave her a brief tour, a very brief tour, before taking her upstairs. She got to see the downstairs bathrooms, as well as the kitchen, and the supply closet. It was all rather basic, but the space was incredible. They had even installed a game room.

Once upstairs, she discovered there were at least ten rooms, five of which were occupied by the men.

Edge moved her next to his bedroom.

She couldn’t remember whose bedroom was where. If she was ever going to escape, not that it was on her mind, she’d have to pass all of the guys’ bedrooms to do it. No way that was happening. She had nowhere else to go, and these men clearly didn’t know a single thing about trust.

She’d show each of them.

Edge opened the door. Trick and Dig followed inside, and she stepped into the room. The bed was huge, larger than anything she’d slept in. There was a lot of space.

“Here is a closet for your things.”

Her mother had thrown her suitcase at one of the men and told them to take it.

Why she’d even wanted to know who her mother was was completely beyond her. If she’d not been so desperate because of her sudden change of circumstances, she wouldn’t have even thought about her mother. She’d lost her job and apartment, and not because of anything she’d done. Jobs were hard to come by, and after she was fired, there was no way she could live without money, and she wasn’t going to sleep with anyone to pay for rent.

“Where’s the bathroom?” she asked.

“Down the hall, I’ll show it to you.”

Edge went to the door, and she had to brush past two of the men in order to follow him. Feelings swamped her from the smallest touch, and for a second, she didn’t want to move or do anything. Just bask in the feel of them.

Pushing those thoughts aside, she focused on surviving, rather than what she could have with these men.