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I shake my head. "No, you just lead the way."

Almost twenty minutes later, we find ourselves in a clearing. Jessica looks up at the car and begins to panic in my arms.

"Hey, you're okay. You're safe."

She shakes her head. "No, you don't understand. Curtis wants to use me to pay off his debt."

Caleb is on us before I can reply, and he pulls her into his arms, his face burying in her hair.

"Fuck, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

He looks up at me and reaches out for my face, kissing me hard before focusing back on Jessica.

"Did he hurt you?"

Jessica is sobbing, her words garbled. By the time we've calmed her down, we're surrounded by numerous police vehicles.

They manage to get a statement out of Jessica as a paramedic checks her over in the back of an ambulance. Caleb and I refuse to leave her side, not even when our blood was on fire as she recounted what happened—how he threatened to give her away so she could be used in degrading ways.

"I want to see his body," she says once the officer tells her they have everything they need for the witness statement.

The officer looks uncomfortable, glances at Caleb and me.

"Please, I need to know he's gone."

"I'll have to check with my sergeant." The officer leaves the confines of the ambulance.

I crouch down, cupping Jessica's bruised cheek. "Are you sure, sweet girl?"

She nods. "I need this."

Caleb reaches over and takes her hand in his. "I'm so fucking proud of you, Jessica. What you did to get away—you know how much courage that took?"

Jessica doesn't answer, just waits until the officer returns, nodding her permission.

I help her down the ramp, and Caleb hooks his arm around her waist to keep her off her sprained ankle, and I take her hand in mine, her nails caked in dried mud.

The body is surrounded by tape with markers in several places as we move closer.

Curtis's lifeless body faces up, his eyes wide open—a bullet to the head, one to the chest and one to each kneecap.

Jessica makes no sound as she surveys his body, and then when she's done, she looks at me and Caleb and says, "Can we go home now?"

The officer nods, and we approach the open clearing where our car waits. Jax moved it when they went back for their Land Rover.

Caleb helps her into the back and clips on her seatbelt, sitting beside her.

I spend the entire drive glancing in the rear-view mirror as proof she's back with us and safe.

ChapterFifty-Four

CALEB

Jessica fell asleep on the way home and was groggy when she woke, which turned into a full-on panic attack. It took us over ten minutes to calm her down enough to get her in the house.

I carry her through the threshold and straight upstairs to our bedroom as she clings to my jumper. Carefully, I sit on the dark blue chaise longue with her cradled in my lap.

Noah rushes into our bathroom and starts running her a bath, then leaves to go back downstairs. She raises her head to look up at me, her face dirty, tear-stained, bruised, and her hair matted to her head.

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