One year later
‘Happy birthday babe.’ Bear says as he slams the tequila shot down on the bar. I knock the shot back and he hugs me. He’s called Bear because he’s a huge biker. He’s rugged and a huge Bear. He’s like a father to me. He gave me a chance when I had nothing.
I had turned up at the bar after travelling all night on a bus. He took me in with no identification because he said whatever I was going to show him would be fake. He put me up next to the bar with a couple of other girls and each night he walks us up to our apartment to ensure we get there okay. Once he hears the lock click, he leaves.
He trained all of us to shoot and use a bat. The bar is essentially a dive bar. A motorbike club meets here, and it attracts all kinds of criminals. It’s a don’t ask and don’t tell pla
