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resting on his hips.
    “What can I help you with, sheriff?” I hear Shooter’s voice, but I’m dying to see what is going on.
    “We got this search going on for a missing girl. Fifteen, name’s Lucy. Look familiar?”
    “I ain’t never seen her. Fellas?” A murmur of no’s follow.
    “Listen you dirty biker scum.” My entire body shakes. It’s my uncle. Jordan’s arms encircle me pulling me close to him as my body reacts to the presence of my demons. Usually this is enough to comfort me but when my nightmare is in the next room, nothing can ease the nerves running through me. “We checked everywhere the night she disappeared. The only place around was your warehouse.”
    I bite my lip trying to get a hold of myself. He figured out where I went. He’ll bring me back eventually. I cry silent tears and Jordan’s arms tighten around me, quietly letting me know that he is here for me. I bury my head in his shirt the fear taking over my entire body.
    “Warehouse is always kept locked.” Shooter’s tone is clipped, his answers short.
    “I’m looking for her.” My uncle’s demonic voice is hard and determined. I hear footsteps and then a bunch of yelling and shuffling.
    “This is my place and you ain’t looking for shit without a warrant. We ain’t got no girl here. Just because you can’t hold onto your own, doesn’t mean you’ll get free rein here.” Oh my God. Please don’t let him come over here. I shake against Jordan’s chest as I mentally picture the closet door swinging open. “Just ‘cause you brought a badge, don’t mean you can trespass wherever ya want.”
    “Shooter, calm down now.” The officer’s tone is steady. A moment passes and you can hear a pin drop. “Simon, we don’t have any right to search the place. I told you we could come ask, that’s it.” I can imagine my uncle’s face turning red in anger the way it always did. My limbs shake as visions of him breaking free from the boys and ripping this door open flash through my mind.
    My hands grip Jordan’s t-shirt as if I’m holding onto it for dear life. His hand comes up and runs through my hair. He places a gentle kiss on my forehead and I lay my head on his chest. I try to focus on his breathing letting the deep breaths anchor me to him.
    “I suggest you two gentlemen get the fuck out of here. Next time you wanna barge in here without an invitation you better come with a goddamn warrant.” Shooter’s tone is rough and I can tell he is losing patience.
    “You do know that if you’re caught with a minor, you’re all fucked.” My uncle’s voice seethes at them, his contempt dripping from the tone of his voice. Footsteps sound followed by the slamming of a door.
    My body sags against Jordan’s, my legs unable to hold up the weight of my body. His arms catch me, lifting me off my feet. My entire body is shaking. My head is spinning with the thoughts of how close he came to finding me.
    Is this it? Will they kick me out? Where will I go? Shooter said any problems and I was out.
    Jordan opens the door and I cling to him. Fear and anxiety are running rampant in my body right now. He starts to walk, I can hear the brothers calling him, but he just keeps going. Where is he taking me? When he puts me down, I open my eyes. I’m in my room.
    “Give me a minute, Sweets. I’ll be right back.”
    I lay there hugging the blankets as I try to calm myself down. My body curls into the fetal position as it always did when I was trying to defend myself from the evils I faced in my family. My uncle is a monster; he has already had two of his wives die from “suicide.” Which in our community means that they were not obedient and he beat them to death. From the little I have heard, he has a problem with not knowing when to stop and he ended up killing them. When I was told that he would be my husband it was like a death sentence. I was never cut out for that life.
    I had never felt like I fit in even when I was a kid. I always