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“Clean. But I don’t have the money for rehab,” the woman said.

Beth nodded and turned toward War. “I’ll take care of getting her someplace to get help if that works.”

“Sure, as long as someone goes with you. I don’t want any of us alone right now,” War said.

“I’ll go with you,” Dex offered.

Slice waited until it was just him, War, and Winnie standing in the house.

“I’d hoped we’d get answers, but I have more questions,” Slice said.

“I agree. Let’s grab what you think the boys and Faith will need for at least the weekend. We can always come back and get them more until we figure out what is going on. I think LB’s supposed uncle will be more inclined to talk tomorrow morning. Bear has a way with a mindfuck, and Cruise has no problem fulfilling his enforcer position however needed,” War said.

Slice nodded. “I’ll get Faith’s stuff and then help you all if you haven’t grabbed the boys’ favorite items.”

Slice grabbed a duffel bag from Faith’s closet and opened her closet doors. He had no clue what she’d want. He called her phone.

“Slice, is everything okay?” she asked.

“Everything is good. I’ll be back in a little bit and update you. But you and the boys need stuff for the weekend. What all would you like me to get for you?” he asked. He wanted this done quickly so he could hold his family in his arms. In his head, he knew she and the boys were safe, but he needed to see them and feel them to relax.

Chapter Nineteen

Faith shifted because her side was painful. She cracked open an eye, looking down for what was causing her pain. She held in a chuckle when she saw the situation.

The boys had been scared last night, so she and Slice had let them crawl into bed with them. Between her, Slice, and the two boys, the king bed was a good fit as long as everyone laid the correct way.

Isaiah was lying across his brother’s stomach with his head barely out of the covers, and the pain Faith was feeling was Isaiah’s foot pushing into her side. She scooted away a little and instantly felt the relief.

Willa and Cruise had taken LB for the night so she and Slice could concentrate on Micah and Isaiah. The boys had been feeling scared with the change in routine. She and Slice had decided the best way to handle it was to say that a not-nice man had worried her and they’d decided to take a short vacation at the MC.

Slice had made it clear last night to her when he got to hold her and have her alone for a couple minutes that he would be fine making their move permanent. She didn’t know where that meant, but she was ready to take the leap. She loved the man. He loved her and the kids. She was old enough to know her own mind and not want to wait.

She’d gotten a text late last night that Hope and Benji had been moved into a suite in Locks’ house because the MC was concerned that her connection to them could place Hope in danger. Faith had refrained from any smart-aleck comments regarding Hope’s proximity to a certain hot, older man and decided she’d wait until she could tease her sister to her face.

Slice had said he wasn’t proposing exactly because he didn’t have a ring, but when he did propose, did she know what type of wedding she’d want? Her wants and needs over the years had changed.

She’d never dreamed of a poufy white dress with a long train because she’d dealt with so much bullying over her weight that she’d pushed that aside. As an introvert, the thought of everyone judging her as she walked down a long aisle was petrifying.

After being around Slice, she wanted to be married to the man. How that happened, she honestly didn’t care about as long as she was his. And her boys, she wanted to do whatever they needed to have them permanently. Remi had chatted with her last night while they were waiting on the men. Remi seemed to think that they could make that happen with the contacts they had. LB was the one they needed to figure out.

Faith lay there thinking of the people who had lived in the apartment next to hers. The man she identified last night had been there, and then, when they first moved in, Faith remembered a younger girl who was maybe twelve or thirteen. She’d only seen her twice and then never again. Faith hadassumed she’d moved out, possibly because the young girl didn’t attend school.

A couple times, Faith had noticed a well-dressed woman exiting the house and leaving in a black sedan. Faith didn’t know cars well, so she had no idea what kind of sedan. With what she knew now, she would be more aware, but back then, it was just someone visiting a neighbor she didn’t know.

Remi had said they’d contacted Faith’s landlord to get information about the tenant, but the landlord had passed eight months ago, and his son was managing it. The son lived out of state and had not returned their phone calls.

Faith wished she could figure out what was going on so she could help keep LB safe, but she had more questions than answers.

A hand brushing her bangs off her face had her turning toward Slice. His gorgeous, tattooed arm was partially covered by a T-shirt. He’d worn pajama pants and a T-shirt to bed last night since the boys were sleeping with them. She was glad they’d comforted the boys, but she was aching to be with Slice again.

“You okay?” Slice asked softly.

She nodded, turning her lips to his hand and kissing the palm.

He grinned. “None of that. They’re waiting on us for breakfast and an update.”

She scrunched her forehead because how the heck did he know that?

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