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Chapter One

“I’ve got to do it.There’s no way around it.”

Layla Roberts went over the bills before herknowing her bank account didn’t have enough zeros to cover thetotal.She let out a breath, wishing there was another way.Being asex slave to the Charming Bastards MC was not her goal in life.Hermother had done that and ended up dead due to taking too manypills.She had three kid sisters and one of them had cancer.Shebarely made enough money on her own much less enough to cover thatkind of cost.Her aunt had custody of her sisters due to amisunderstanding with the police.Working four jobs had barely kepta roof over her head and she needed an extra four jobs to pay forher sister’s chemotherapy treatments.

Layla stared at the looming figure and shookher head.Her father was the president of the Charming Bastards MC.He lived a life of hopping from one pussy to the next and sniffingcocaine off some addict’s ass.He’d been caught for possession andillegal firearms.Much to his club’s detriment, he now spent hisdays serving time in the state penitentiary.

Which meant in all the ways that counted,Silver was the acting president now.Layla pursed her lips.Tyke“Silver” Silverman.The arrogant asshole that had a crush on herfrom the time she hit puberty.He had been twenty-one when she wasthirteen which put him around thirty-three now.The only way to getout of her financial debt was to get him to pay it off.And thatalways came with a price.

Layla stood from the chairand went to the fridge.One bottle of water and half of a packet ofcheese slices sat in her refrigerator.The depressing sight had hernearly in tears.Life wasn’t supposed to be this hard for atwenty-five-year-old.She was supposedto go to college.She was supposed to party and have fun withfriends.Her life consisted of sleeping and working.If she wasn’tworking, she was thinking about work because bills didn’t paythemselves.

People were shitty tippers too.

Layla reached for her phone, deciding thatif she didn’t call him now, she’d back out.She’d never get enoughcourage to actually get the words out of her mouth and the upgradefrom her shitty apartment would be a lice infested cardboard box onthe street.

She knew he’d help her.Her father wouldrequire him to.Despite everything, she was the only child herfather ever claimed.He was proud of her.He shielded her from mostof the MC life and sat with her at her mother’s funeral in one ofthe only times she ever remembered him comforting anyone.

She needed help, and they would helpher.

For a price.

She dialed the number and put it onspeakerphone.She didn’t want to sound desperate though she was.She didn’t want to sound too eager to please though she knew she’ddamn well do anything he wanted if he helped her financialtroubles.And she knew what he wanted.The thought scared her alittle bit.

“Who the fuck is this?”The gruff voice didn’t sound likeSilver,but Layla went withit.

“Layla.Layla Roberts.I’mlooking for Silver.”

Some shuffling happened and a softer, morebaritone voice came on the line.“Hello?”

“Silver?”

“Yeah.Who isthis?”

“Layla.”When he didn’tsay anything, she added, “Layla Roberts.”

“I know who you are.Whatdo you want?”

What did she want?Layla swallowed hard andlifted her phone, pacing her small kitchen.She was never the bestat asking people for things.

“I need your help.”Sheturned and decided to grab the bottle of water from the fridge.“Can we talk?Maybe meet somewhere?”

“Are you athome?”

She glanced around.“Yeah.”

“I’ll be over in aminute.”

He hung up and she staredat her phone.Oh, hell.What did she get herself into?Taking alook around the apartment, she decided to tidy up.He probablydidn’t give one fuck about her lack of properhousecleaning,but she needed something to do other than hiding fromhim.

The unmistakable roar of a motorcyclesounded outside her window sometime later and Layla sucked in abreath.She watched the window as a shadow appeared, walking up thesidewalk toward her front door.A moment of panic froze her.Shewaited until his knuckles rapped on the door before she jolted outof it.

Taking one step at a time, she reached thedoor and slid the lock back before opening it.It took her a momentto catch her breath.Silver had always been handsome but damn, timeonly made him better.Hard eyes narrowed at her as she stared.Underneath all the leather and the rough attitude was a hard bodythat she wouldn’t mind exploring.She let out a breath and movedout of the way, allowing him inside.

“What do you need helpwith?”He glanced around.“Where’s all your stuff?”

Her stuff.And she’d been worried about itbeing messy.“I had to sell it.”

She motioned for him to take a seat on thelumpy gold couch she’d bought at Goodwill for fifty bucks.Shescratched her head trying to figure out how to get the wordsout.

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