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“You won’t to do anything to me, will you?” Her voice trembled.

Fuck.

I shook my head, waving my hands out in front of me. “No, never.” It came out softer than I thought possible.

Journey stood, her ass leaning against the couch. I pointed to the bathroom and led her to it, bringing the bag of clothes with us. Pointing to the towels and the soap, I stepped away to give her enough space.

She stood wide-eyed, looking at me instead of the bathroom I was showing her. I tried to speak, and explain where everything was, but pointing was the only action I could give her.

I wasn’t used to talking, let alone softly. She would have to figure out what my actions and grunts meant for herself.

I fought with my wolf to bring her closer to me, to feel the heat of her skin. It didn’t help in the slightest that her eyes never left my body. She watched me curiously while I tried to show her everything she could need.

I stepped out, backing away slowly like she was a small animal I didn’t want to spook with any sharp movements.

My wolf sat in the background, watching her intently. His fucking tail was wagging—so happy she was here. Hell, I was too, it felt so damn foreign. It reminded me of once when I was happy.

And I haven’t felt that in a long fucking time.

I closed the bathroom door, and we simultaneously let out sighs we didn’t know we’d been holding. I leaned on the door, my sweaty, bloodied body sliding down until my ass hit the dirty floor. Moving my hands to my face, I rubbed the dried blood into my cheeks. Some flaked off, getting in my eye.

What in the hell was I doing?

Why the sudden urge to protect this woman? I’ve protected many, making sure they had a safe roof over their head and food in their bellies. But that was that, and that was all I could give them.

This woman, this scared woman who went through gods knew what had burrowed herself into my wolf.

And he would not let her go so easily.

Chapter Four

Journey

Istaredinshockas the door closed.

Grim was a strange man, or should I say neanderthal, because he threw me over his shoulder like I was a rag doll. Part of me wanted to laugh. The thrill of my stomach being hoisted up so fast made my head spin, and I forgot that I was being dragged off by some overly muscular biker.

I hadn’t laughed in, I don’t know, years? Not unless you counted the on-screen acting job. Those private chats could earn a large sum for my owners. Being flirty and smiley was part of the job. I shuddered, recalling all the dirty things I had to do. Some didn’t want to do anything but talk, but those were few and far between.

And They were just lonely, like me.

Except they talked to me of their own free will to fill their loneliness with the companionship of some cam girl paid to care. I was there because I had to be.

I tightly gripped the bag of clothing Grim gave me. He’d done an elaborate show of where I could find things in his bathroom. The towels, the shampoo, and the likes, but I wasn’t paying attention to that. I could have easily figured things out on my own in such a small bathroom.

All I could concentrate on was him. He growled at his friends when they wanted me to go with the women to their apartment. He refused to let me go, and I couldn’t help but wonder why.

It was a way for me to get out of his hair, for him to not care about me anymore because he looked like someone that didn’t want to get their hands dirty by caring for someone else.

Surely, I would have been safer there, and hell, the bikers had kept their word so far. They weren’t using me, playing with me, or trying to pass me off to others.

But no, the gruff and hard to read biker forced me to stay in a studio apartment with one bed, a couch, a coffee table, and a kitchen table. It was small, the perfect bachelor pad, and surprisingly clean for a man of his, um…caliber.

My back hit the door as I slid down and hugged my knees. God, what was happening to me? One thing after another, and now I was almost free, I could taste it.

Once I answered Locke’s questions, maybe they would let me go.

The radiating heat from the other side of the door made me question if I wanted to leave, however. As odd as it sounded, the guy who’d rescued me still felt that duty to ensure I was alright, which I found comforting.

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