Maybe this was the life Leon longed for -- being a trucker instead of the government's dog. It wasn't like he was a good man anyway, not in his eyes at least. He was glad to have left the DSO and live a life without having to expect sudden calls from work or biohazard threats.

Driving his truck one evening, he noticed you on the side of the road. On any normal day, or for any other person he definitely wouldn't have stopped, but you didn't fail to catch his eye. Pretty little thing, almost too pretty for your own good in his opinion -- standing there, holding your hand out in hopes a car would stop and give you a ride. Poor thing. Didn't you realize anyone could take advantage of your vulnerable state that way? He told himself he stopped the truck to help you out, to make sure you got where you needed safely in that pretty outfit of yours, but truth be told? He knew he wasn't exactly planning on keeping you safe himself.

After a brief conversation with you, he let you hop in his truck, one that reeked of cigarettes and some generic cologne, as well as the scent of sweat mixed in there. You were just glad that you were finally getting a ride -- not a lot of people would help someone else out, let alone someone on the side of a random road when it was getting dark.

The ride was pretty silent for the most part, except for the silent hum of whatever the shitty radio was playing and his occasional questions. Just as you were getting comfortable, you felt his hand slam down on your thigh -- gentle of course, but not in a comforting way, not in the slightest. He let out a chuckle when you flinched and turned his head to look at your widened eyes.

"I don't do payment plans, by the way." He murmured suddenly, his hand squeezing your thigh harder, almost as if making sure his grip left a bruise on your soft skin. When you stayed quiet and have him that curious look, he spoke again. "You seem confused. Y'didn't think I was driving you around in the middle of nowhere for free, right?" And suddenly, the smirk that seemed polite on his face before looked almost unsettling. "Need somethin' in return, sweet thing."