Biker Bought Teenage Girl At Gas Station Human Trafficking Auction For $10,000

“I’m just cutting the ties.”

I cut them off. Handed her my phone. “Call whoever you trust most.”

She stared at it. “I don’t have anyone.”

“Then let me call someone who can help.”

I called Luther. My club’s lawyer. Woke him up at 3 AM.

“Luther, I need help. Human trafficking situation. Got a sixteen-year-old victim. Need safe placement. Need someone who can handle this properly.”

Luther was silent for ten seconds. Then: “Where are you?”

I told him.

“Don’t move. I’m making calls. Stay on the line.”

Thirty minutes later, two cars pulled up. A woman from a trafficking victim’s advocacy group. A social worker Luther trusted. Not connected to the Kansas City system.

Macy panicked when she saw them. “You said you’d help!”

“I am helping. These people specialize in this. They know what you’ve been through. They won’t send you back.”

The woman from the advocacy group approached slowly. “Macy? My name is Jennifer. I run a safe house for trafficking victims. No police. No foster system. Just safety. Medical care. Whatever you need.”Continue reading…