Bikers Made My Abusive Ex-Husband Disappear And I Still Don’t Know Where He Is

Thomas pulled out his phone and showed me a photo. A beautiful house in what looked like a desert landscape. Mountains in the background.

“This house is in Arizona. It belongs to a friend of the club. He runs a legitimate construction company out there. Big operation. Always needs workers.”

I still didn’t understand where this was going.

“Here’s what we do, Sarah. We approach men like Kevin with an offer. A job opportunity. Great pay. Free housing. A chance to start over somewhere new. Somewhere exciting. We make it sound like the opportunity of a lifetime.”

“Why would Kevin take that? He has a good job here.”

“Because we do our research first. We find leverage. Everyone has secrets. Everyone has weaknesses. Your husband has been embezzling from his company for years. Nothing huge. But enough that if it came out, he’d lose everything. His job. His reputation. His freedom.”

My jaw dropped. “How do you know that?”

“We have brothers everywhere, Sarah. Accountants. IT specialists. Investigators. When Marcus asked for help, they went to work. Took them two weeks to find what they needed.”

Thomas put his phone away.

“So we approach Kevin with a simple proposition. Take this amazing job opportunity in Arizona and start fresh. Or we send his employer an anonymous tip about where the missing money went. His choice.”

“And that works?”

“It works because we’re not threatening violence. We’re not breaking any laws. We’re just offering options. And the option where he keeps his freedom and gets a great job is a lot more attractive than the option where he goes to prison.”

I sat there trying to process everything. “But what stops him from just coming back once he’s there? What stops him from finding me again?”

Thomas smiled again. “That’s the beauty of the system. The job he takes? It’s real. The pay is real. The housing is real. But the company is owned by club associates. His boss answers to us. And we have brothers in Arizona who watch him.”

“Watch him?”

“Not obviously. They just keep tabs. Make sure he goes to work. Make sure he stays where he’s supposed to be. And if he ever tries to leave? If he ever tries to contact you? He loses everything. The job. The house. The protection from his old employer finding out about the embezzlement.”

“So he’s trapped.”

“He’s relocated. Comfortably. He has a good life out there. Better than he deserves, honestly. But that life depends on him staying away from you. Forever.”

I thought about it. Part of me wanted Kevin to suffer. Wanted him to feel the fear and pain he’d inflicted on me for eleven years. This felt too gentle. Too merciful.

Thomas seemed to read my mind.

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