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I give him a smile as I reach for his face. “I wondered what had happened.”

“Trust me, baby, I want to fuckin’ kiss you. Want to know what those sweet as fuck lips taste like. But first, I need to fix my teeth.”

“How long have they been missing?” I ask, curious to see how long he’s not had his four top and four bottom teeth.

“Been over ten years,” he says. “I’m gettin’ my implants in tomorrow.”

I blink at his words. “Tomorrow?” How the hell did he get an appointment that quickly?

His smile makes my heart race. God, he’s so fucking charming and sexy. “Baby, you know just as well as I do that money talks, and the guy fittin’ the implants, he’s gettin’ paid a bucket load to do what needs be. It’s not a spur of the moment thing. I went to see him a week or so ago and called him up. He’s ready to set the implants. Well, the temporary ones at least.”

I shake my head. “I don’t want you to have to change for me. I like you just as you are.”

His smile widens and his eyes brighten. God, I need to get him to do that more often.

“Fuckin’ love that you do, Little bird, but for me to do what I want to do to your body, I’m gonna need teeth.”

I pull in a ragged breath. “Oh,” I breathe. Goosebumps breakout along my skin as my stomach dips with excitement.

He presses his thumb and finger against my chin and tilts my head up so that I’m facing him. “You’re safe here, baby. I swear to you, no one is gonna hurt you.”

“I know,” I say instantly. I know that James will protect me no matter what.

“Fuck,” he growls. “Keep it up, Chloe, and I’ll forget that you’re hurt and fuck you until you pass out.”

I smile, glad that even battered and bruised, he still wants me.

“Maybe tomorrow,” I say. Right now, I just need sleep. “Will you help me get changed?”

He does so without hesitation. “What are you sleepin’ in?”

“Your t-shirt.”

He smirks at me as he takes off his cut and places it on the bed, then he pulls his t-shirt over his head and helps me into it. It’s warm and smells like him. Tobacco, musk, and mint.

“Thanks,” I say as he lies me down and climbs into the bed beside me, his arm around my waist, holding me tight.

“Sleep,” he grunts. “You’re safe here.”

I fall asleep with a smile on my face, happy and content to lie in James’ arms. I’m still not sure what’s going to happen between us, but I like where we’re heading.

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHLOE

“Are you okay?” Mary asks, and I hear the tears in her voice.

“I’m fine. I promise. Are you okay?” My sister is seven years old, and she’s close to not only Ma, but also me. Whenever one of us is sad or low, she always knows. I’m not sure how, but Mary is the sweetest girl ever, and I hate that she’s crying because of me.

“Me?” she cries. “Chlo, you were kidnapped, and no one told me.”

I’ve been here in the Vipers clubhouse for five days. I’m about ready to explode. James and the ladies won’t let me do anything. Any time I walk out of the room, I’m instantly shooed back in and told to lie down and rest. I’m losing my mind, slowly but surely.

“Ma and Da didn’t want to worry you. I’m fine, I’m safe, and I’ll be home soon,” I promise her.

“Will you? Ma says you have a boyfriend. That means you’ll be staying there just like Holly did. Everyone leaves us.”

“I’ll be home once it’s safe for me to be. I promise you, Mary, I’ll be home.” But her sobs are so loud that she’s not listening.

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