Jassy
Karl's plan was solid enough to work, especially if Benji and I worked together like we were supposed to. That wasn't going to be a big deal, either. We'd seduced men together plenty of times, and we always knew we had each other's backs.
The only question hanging out for me was what happens next. I would have to figure out a way to get Benji moving, and away from the truck, so I could have a chance to “disappear.” Hopefully, in all that running around and other craziness, the bikers would forget about me. After all, I wasn't an important part of their world after this. It wasn't like they'd care if I disappeared, anyways. I was just another hooker to them.
I'd ziptie my own wrists, instead of the driver's. When the trucker came to, I'd tell him Benji stabbed me in the back and cu
