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and dialing the number of a cab company.
     
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    The cab driver pulled up outside the club house and turned to look at her slouching down in the back seat. She paid him and opened the door before stepping out and slamming it behind her. The reality of the situation soon sobered her up when she saw the lines of motorcycles outside and big burly men covered in tattoos who sat astride them. She suddenly wanted to turn and run. She reached down to her purse and checked that the envelope of cash was still there and squeezed it in her palm.
    “Come on, Lacey,” she whispered to herself. “You can do this.”
    She began to walk towards the main door and tried not to shake or react to the catcalls that followed her. She could feel the men’s eyes all over her huge breasts and curvy waist. She pushed the door open to the clubhouse and stepped inside. It could have been any other bar, except there were no women in there and all of the men were huge, dressed head to toe in leather and looked mean. They looked as bad as they come, and as Lacey stood there in the doorway with no clue what to do next, she realized that her hands were indeed shaking.
    “Can we help you, sweetheart?” One of the men got to his feet and took a step towards her.
    Lacey instinctively took a step back and clutched onto her purse for dear life.
    “I’m here to see whoever is in charge,” she said, trying to sound confident and then cleared her throat. “The new boss.”
    She knew she must have sounded like a fool, but she couldn’t think of what else to say.
    The man was chewing gum and he spat it out onto the floor and held out his hand.
    “Who’s asking?” he eyed her angrily.
    “My name is Lacey… I’m here for a friend, Charlene… I have some of the money she owes you.”
    His eyebrows raised and his face softened.
    “Well, all right then,” he said as if he was mocking her, “You better come this way, Ma’am.”
    Lacey moved forward, but didn’t take hold of his arm. She tried not to look around and lock eyes with anyone. Her heart was racing so fast she was sure that they could all hear it and they began to comment on her appearance as she passed. She felt like she was on show and completely vulnerable. She was desperate to get out of that room.
    The man led her into a corridor and walked with her down to the end. He stopped outside of a tall iron door and knocked on it lightly. A flap slid open to reveal a pair of eyes looking down on them.             
    “She’s here to settle Charlene’s debts,” the man with her said.
    The eyes narrowed before the flap closed and she heard the turning of keys and the sounds of chains being undone. The man with her turned on his heel and began to walk back towards the bar area.
    “Good luck,” he laughed over his shoulder. “Matt will love you.”
    Lacey turned to look at him as he walked away and wondered what he meant. She breathed in and out deeply. This was it.
    The door creaked back and a tall, muscular guard stood in front of her. He looked mean and dangerous and he was wearing sunglasses even though it was so dark in there Lacey could barely see in front of her. He didn’t say a word but moved to the side to let her in. She stepped forward nervously and looked up to see another man sitting at a desk in front of her. He eyed her from across the room with wide, interested eyes. The guard left the room and locked them in from the outside. Lacey started shaking. She looked back to the man at the desk and tried to think of the speech she had prepared, but her mind was blank. His cold, dark eyes were fixed on her as she took another step forward to fill the silence.
    “How can I help you?” he said slowly. His voice was deep and gruff and he rubbed his big hand across his stubbly chin. He looked dangerous, more so that the guard, but he was also incredibly attractive. Lacey tried to focus on that to take her nerves away, but it ended up making her worse. The last thing