“I will stay away from Ryker.” Ella nodded. “If you help me, he’ll never see me again.”

Razor simply stared at her. “I doubt that will be the case. You work in a part of town that’s full of crime. I can imagine daddy didn’t like it. Ryker didn’t like it either.” Razor rubbed his nose. “Did you ever wonder why nothing has happened to you? It wasn’t because you were in a safe place. You had people watching you. People protecting you even though you knew nothing about it.”

Her stomach fluttered at his admission. Ryker wanted to protect her? Even when she was seemingly okay. She didn’t know what to think about that. Razor stared at her as she tried to snap out of her thoughts. He wanted her to leave town. She rubbed her forehead. Her program wasn’t completed until next year. It wouldn’t be easy to transfer to another program either. He didn’t seem too eager to compromise.

“My program isn’t complete until next year. Once I graduate, I’ll leave and none of you will ever see me again.” Ella tried for the only thing she could think of.

“Then we’re going to need an insurance policy while you’re still here.” Razor stamped out the joint. “Do you have access to fentanyl?”

Ella took a deep breath. “Not really.”

“Can you get it?”

“Maybe.”

“There’s no maybe. Yes or no.”

She could get it. It broke a million rules and could potentially ruin her career and land her a permanent home in jail, but she could get it. It would be difficult, though, since a good portion of her patients were addicts. She rubbed her eyes, the smoke from the pot irritating her.

“Yes.”

Razor smiled. “Good, then. We have a deal. Your daddy will be here by this time tomorrow. Come pick him up and bring some fentanyl too.”

“Patches or injection?”

“I think you know the answer to that.”

She nodded. Ella reached for the doorknob and opened it. Ryker stood in the hallway, leaning against the wall. She didn’t say anything to him. Instead she walked out, listening to Razor tell his son how great of a fuck she was.