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Roy nominated him as his VP. There is no way Ty will go up against him now on anything.
    Even if Big Roy wants to have sex with his little sister against her will.
    I am hurt.
    No, more like devastated.
    Any shred of family connection is gone now. Tears threaten to fall and I wipe them back. Damn it! I will not cry. My asshole brother isn’t worth it. My whole life is turning to crap.
    I grab a duffel bag and start stuffing my belongings into it as fast as I can. I can’t stay here any longer. No matter what happens, being Big Roy’s old lady isn’t part of my plan.
    Not now, not ever.
    Before I’ll let him touch me with those fat, dirty hands of his, I’ll murder him first myself. Or tip off the Feds to where he is hiding. Smiling at the thought, I quickly brush it off. Even I’m not dumb enough to do that. Not unless I have a death wish.
    I look longingly at the bed and consider lying down for just a minute to rest my eyes. I’m so exhausted and wish I could wait until morning to leave. A shower and a few hours of sleep would make me feel so much better. When I’m this tired, I can’t think straight.
    The risk isn’t worth it.
    Big Roy could change his mind and come back for me any second. I can’t take the chance he’ll decide I need to become his ‘old lady’ tonight.
    I pack up everything and decide to intentionally leave a few of my things behind: a hairbrush, some makeup, and dirty clothes strewn around the room.
    If Ty drops by in the morning to check in with me, maybe he’ll think I’ve run out to pick up coffee and donuts for the men. The same thing I’ve done every day for the past two months as part of my club duties.
    My brother will figure it out soon enough. My days of fetching coffee for the Liberators are now officially over. They can get their own damn coffee and donuts from now on. And I don’t need my brother’s help any longer if this is way he’s going to treat me.
    I open the door quietly and peek out, checking to make sure the coast is clear. I hear drunken laughter coming from a few doors down. It sounds as if they’re all inside Big Roy’s room.
    With any luck, I can make my getaway without being spotted. I ease the door shut and tiptoe down the stairs, trying not to make a sound on the metal steps.
    I can’t get caught now. Not with a bag with most of my things. There’s no telling what Big Roy might do if he catches me trying to make a run for it. I hold my breath and try not to let my mind go to dark places.
    Up until this point, I honestly believed that hanging out with the Liberators was my choice. That I could freely choose to leave at any time and go on my merry way whenever I felt like it. 
    Not anymore.
    Big Roy thinks he owns me, and he isn’t going to let me go without a fight. I know this now, and it terrifies me.
    I run across the street and make it two blocks before I realize I don’t have any idea where I’m going. For the first time in my life, I’m all on my own. Alone and with nothing except what I’m carrying with me. 
    On the bright side, at least I have the two hundred dollars in my pocket and a job for the rest of the week. First thing in the morning, I’ll talk to the owner of the bar to see if he has any additional jobs I can do. Maybe he’ll let me come in to work early to set up tables. 
    All I have to do is make it through tonight. Surely I can survive one night?

CHAPTER FIVE
JESSE
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    “W hat the fuck is going on with this traffic?” I yell to Flint, who is riding beside me on his motorcycle.
    He throws up his hands. “Bike week, man,” he replies.
    Even in the middle of the night, the strip along Panama City’s beachfront is lined with bumper-to-bumper traffic; mostly motorcycles interspersed with only a few cars and trucks.
    All of the bars in town have closed for the night, so there is nothing left for bikers to do but pile into the streets to show off their motorcycles. From the hordes of people lining the