Back from Eastern Europe, we headed to the big summer gathering of the Hells Angels. Two days of total partying - even for us. After that, life returned to normal. Whenever there was a fair somewhere, we were taken to the brothels and clubs of the city. Then came the private parties, where we had to pamper special guests with unique preferences. The guys negotiated the deals, and we had to obey. It was no longer just about sex - it also hurt. My biggest problem increasingly became Ricardo. How was I supposed to get away from him? At one point, I thought I might be pregnant with him. My nightmare! The special forces raided a club where I was working at the time. Now my parents would find out everything, I thought. The group was coming under more and more pressure. The mood worsened, and we all felt it. I desperately wanted to get out of this hell, but how?.