Don't Run, My Love

Chapter 1 - Alexander

                                                            Chapter 1 - Alexander

It was late out, the sun had already started setting in the west, the sky glowing a purple and orange hue. Motorbikes rumbled in the background disturbing the peace that had loomed over the area as some of the gang rode down the long road leading to the clubhouse. The gang members were going to be meeting about auctions that would be taking place soon. Other Motorcycle gangs were being suspected of auctioning off young girls and using them as slaves.

"Men, inside" a voice boomed from behind Alexander. The gang leader; "Blaze" who's real name is Jackson, grunted as he began ushering men in. As the men rushed inside, Alexander stayed back, unallowed in the building; the clubhouse was for members only, which Alex wasn't.

Laughter came from the house that stood tall behind them. It was the main building, the one that everyone was allowed into. A group of his friends stood at the doorway, talking most likely about something dumb they had done at school that day.

"Hey guys." Alex spoke.

"Slasher!" Three of his friends shouted in delight as Alex made his way to the group.

Alex stood taller than his friends and was a year older, but they learned off each other in ways most wouldn't understand. Malachi, Archer and Elliot were all seniors in high school where Alex had gone to school, but they had known each other since they were kids; being that their fathers were high ranked gang members.

"They're meeting about the auctions and what they're going to do about it.. It's not fair how girls are getting sold." Alex grumbled.

"Well the club will figure it out anyway. To me it sounded almost as if they wanted to ambush the truck that transfers girls around, and to take the girls back to their orphanages, or into protective services so this doesn't happen again.." Malachi rushed out before clamping a hand over his mouth. "Whoops... Wasn't supposed to say that, but I overheard our dads speaking about it." His brown hair covered his green eyes that looked away from the three that stood before him feeling ashamed.

"We won't say anything Malachi, your secrets safe with us" their other friend, Archer grumbled out as he puffed his vape.

Alexander lowered his eyes "Archer, You really need to quit that."

Archer looked at him and just shook his head, no response needed. Alexander wasn't going to argue with it, he knew why his friend did what he did.

"Alexander," A deep voice boomed from the doorway of the clubhouse. "We need to talk with you."

Alex turned to look at the man that spoke to him, the second in command and Malachi's dad, Bret who had called for him. The 4 boys looked at each other in confusion before ushering him to go.

Alexander walked towards the door. "What's up Bret?" he asked.

"We need your help, come with me" Bret ushered Alex towards the inside of the building. Alexander nodded before following him inside. He had never been in the building before. He was never allowed; he wasn't a part of the gang yet so he wasn't allowed to see inside.

He followed the second in command into a room where many other gang members he recognized sat at a round table discussing an issue.

"Ah Slasher," His father, known as "Hot Rod" spoke. "We need your help. There is a group, auctioning off girls, as we know, ages 16-19."

"We need you to go in, undercover for us, if you pipe up in the auction so be it. You make it look like you are supposed to be there." Another man Alex had seen before but never met spoke up.

"We need you to get us their plans on where they are taking these girls, we will handle the rest from there." His father continued. "You understand what we need?"

Alexander nodded "Yes sir, I will do this."

His father and the other members nodded before looking at each other. "Dismissed, leave for the job now and tell no one." the second in command bellowed out.

Alexander nodded and turned away from the group, before going back out the way he had entered. Gravel under his feet caused dust as he walked towards his bike waiting for him. He took his motorbike off the kickstand as Alex turned it on, and peeled out the driveway, leaving dust behind him.