The contract

"Careen..."

A moment of silence filled my hearing before a rustling sound crackled through the line.

"Melissa?" Careen's voice hushed through. "Melissa, is this really you?"

"Yes..." I sobbed, unable to control my emotions. I didn't know who else to call.

"Holy fuck! Where have you been?! Where are you now?! The club has been losing their fucking minds trying to find you!" She went silent as I continued to cry. "Melissa, babe, where are you?"

Panicked, I pulled the phone away and hung up. By the hushed tones of Careen's voice, I knew she was trying to be quiet for a reason. She didn't want them to know who was on the line and that fucking terrified me even more. They were losing their minds trying to find me? I could only imagine how pissed they were. I couldn't tell Careen where I was because the club would come for me. They'd take me out and bury my body in an unmarked grave. I've seen it done before. It was what we did to traitors, and I was traitor number one.

Eighteen months. Tha