Party time at the clubhouse. Tricia was both excited and nervous. She'd been having intense feelings towards Tracker. She dressed in a lace black top and a black blue jean skirt. All the guys and the old ladies greeted her with friendly hellos.The club women just stared at her. She noticed one in particular with bleach blonde hair and big boobs. The woman had hatred in her eyes for her. She knew it had to be because she wanted Tracker. The woman walked up to them."Tracker will you be free later?" She asked."No Celeste I won't." Tracker replied.Then he grabbed Tricia's hand and led her to the bar. She heard the woman mutter something but couldn't hear what exactly. They sat at the bar and ordered drinks."She likes you." Tricia replied."Well, the feeling isn't mutual. I don't go where my brothers go in that type of thing." Tracker explained."So, you've never been with any of the club women that hang around?" She asked."No. I prefer going to bars or meeting women outside of the c
Tracker had a book of maps brought over and some other books to show her in hopes of helping her remember anything about her life or who she was. So far nothing had helped. She was getting released today. He could tell she was nervous.A new nurse came in and was getting her to sign the discharge papers. She looked confused."I don't know who I am. What am I supposed to sign?" She asked.Just then another nurse poked her head in the room. "Tricia?The nurse and she both answered, "yes?"Everyone looked at her. It was just an automatic response the doctor later explained. So that was how they found out, at least her first name was Tricia or part of her name. That gave the guys hope, their needle in a haystack just got a little bigger.It gave Tricia hope that her other memories would return and she'd remember who she was, where she came from, and most importantly who had hurt her and why. Tracker left the hospital by her side and took her to the compound.The cleaners had already gotte
It took two weeks for her to come out of the ICU room. Multiple times it was touch and go, but she managed to survive. Tracker rarely left her bedside. He didn't know what it was about her, but he just felt so protective. He told himself it was because he'd never seen a person beaten and injured so badly.He felt she needed someone to care about what was happening to her, knowing when she woke up, she'd be scared and alone. Until they could figure out who she was and if she had family to take care of her. Or he hated to think, a boyfriend or husband.The sheriff and the club checked for missing persons. They couldn't find any that matched her description. It didn't look good, and they feared it was because maybe she had no family, or what she had didn't want her found.Tracker sat at her bedside talking to her. He talked about his childhood and growing up. He told her about his time in the special forces and some of his trips. Then he talked about the club and what they did to help ot
Run, was her only thought. "I have to run." And run she did. Through tree branches that scratched her face. And the ground under her feet cut into her naked soles. But now her feet were numb to the pain. Her vision was a little blurry and she could barely open her eyes.She had no idea where she was going or why. Something inside her just screamed to run get away from something horrible. If it was a what or a who, she had no idea. It felt like she had been running for hours, and maybe she had.Since she had no watch, and she was deep in some woods, she had no idea what day it was or what time it was. How did she get here she wondered. She was so tired, she needed to rest but something in her told her no, don't stop!Was it raining? She kept feeling water in her hair and running down the side of her face and neck. But she had no time to stop and there was no shelter she could see. Ok she had to sit and rest, just for a few minutes she assured herself.Back at the compound. The local sh
As time passed, Corina and Rocket got closer and got to know each other better. A couple of months passed and Corina started getting hang up calls at work. She thought it was probably telemarketers or scams and when they heard it was a business would hang up.Since she didn't think it was about her since she didn't have any enemies, she didn't tell Rocket. One evening after work she noticed a black SUV following behind her. She quickly called Rocket."I think someone is following me." Corina explained."Where are you?" He demanded."About ten minutes from the compound." She replied."Ok keep coming straight here, I'm heading your way." Rocket replied.Rocket hollered at a couple of guys and they jumped on their bikes and headed her way. As their bikes came into view, the black SUV quickly changed direction. The guys followed her all the way to the compound.She pulled through the gates. Then she pulled into a parking spot close to the main door. Her hands were shaking and she decided
“I don’t think that’s a good idea right now. I’m not saying no. Let’s just wait a little longer.” Rocket replied.“I’m tired of waiting. I’ve wanted you from the first time I saw you. I just knew you’d never give a girl like me a chance. Some young stupid girl that had to be rescued from a sex trafficking ring.” Corina whispered.“It’s not that. Trust me, I want too very badly. But I’m worried it’s too soon after what you’ve been through.” Rocket explained.“I spoke about it with my therapist. She said if I felt ready it was time to try. Can we just try? And if it’s too much I’ll let you know. You can even give me a safe word.” She grinned.“All you have to say is stop or no. No safe word needed.” Rocket groaned.They went to her bedroom. She was nervous, but knew that was normal. She started to take off her shirt but he stopped her. Then his hands removed his own shirt. Next, he pushed his jeans and briefs down and kicked them off.He wanted to make sure his naked body did give her a