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

Layla Roberts went over the bills before her knowing her bank account didn’t have enough zeros to cover the total.

She let out a breath, wishing there was another way.

Being a sex slave to the Charming Bastards MC was not her goal in life.

Her mother had done that and ended up dead due to taking too many pills.

She had three kid sisters and one of them had cancer.

She barely made enough money on her own much less enough to cover that kind of cost.

Her aunt had custody of her sisters due to a misunderstanding with the police.

Working four jobs had barely kept a roof over her head and she needed an extra four jobs to pay for her sister’s chemotherapy treatments.

Layla stared at the looming figure and shook her head.

Her father was the president of the Charming Bastards MC.

He lived a life of hopping from one pussy to the next and sniffing cocaine off some addict’s ass.

He’d been caught for possession and illegal firearms.

Much to his club’s detriment, he now spent his days 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 her from the time she hit puberty.

He had been twenty-one when she was thirteen which put him around thirty-three now.

The only way to get out of her financial debt was to get him to pay it off.

And that always came with a price.

Layla stood from the chair and went to the fridge.

One bottle of water and half of a packet of cheese slices sat in her refrigerator.

The depressing sight had her nearly in tears.

Life wasn’t supposed to be this hard for a twenty-five-year-old.

She was supposed to go to college.

She was supposed to party and have fun with friends.

Her life consisted of sleeping and working.

If she wasn’t working, she was thinking about work because bills didn’t pay themselves.

People were shitty tippers too.

Layla reached for her phone, deciding that if she didn’t call him now, she’d back out.

She’d never get enough courage to actually get the words out of her mouth and the upgrade from her shitty apartment would be a lice infested cardboard box on the street.

She knew he’d help her.

Her father would require him to.

Despite everything, she was the only child her father ever claimed.

He was proud of her. He shielded her from most of the MC life and sat with her at her mother’s funeral in one of the only times she ever remembered him comforting anyone.

She needed help, and they would help her.

For a price.

She dialed the number and put it on speakerphone.

She didn’t want to sound desperate though she was.

She didn’t want to sound too eager to please though she knew she’d damn well do anything he wanted if he helped her financial troubles. And she knew what he wanted. The thought scared her a little bit.

“Who the fuck is this?”

The gruff voice didn’t sound like Silver, but Layla went with it.

“Layla. Layla Roberts. I’m looking for Silver.”

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

“Silver?”

“Yeah. Who is this?”

“Layla.”

When he didn’t say anything, she added, “Layla Roberts.”

“I know who you are. What do you want?”

What did she want? Layla swallowed hard and lifted her phone, pacing her small kitchen. She was never the best at asking people for things.

“I need your help.”

She turned and decided to grab the bottle of water from the fridge. “Can we talk? Maybe meet somewhere?”

“Are you at home?”

She glanced around. “Yeah.”

“I’ll be over in a minute.”

He hung up and she stared at her phone.

Oh, hell.

What did she get herself into? Taking a look around the apartment, she decided to tidy up.

He probably didn’t give one fuck about her lack of proper housecleaning, but she needed something to do other than hiding from him.

The unmistakable roar of a motorcycle sounded outside her window sometime later and Layla sucked in a breath.

She watched the window as a shadow appeared, walking up the sidewalk toward her front door.

A moment of panic froze her.

She waited until his knuckles rapped on the door before she jolted out of it.

Taking one step at a time, she reached the door and slid the lock back before opening it.

It took her a moment to catch her breath.

Silver had always been handsome but damn, time only made him better.

Hard eyes narrowed at her as she stared.

Underneath all the leather and the rough attitude was a hard body that she wouldn’t mind exploring. She let out a breath and moved out of the way, allowing him inside.

“What do you need help with?”

He glanced around. “Where’s all your stuff?”

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

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

“I need money.”

There. She’d said it. Thankfully, as he sat, he didn’t look too surprised. Or offended. She worried that he’d be offended and walk out the door he came in without so much as another word.

“Chrissy has chemo and it takes up a huge chunk of my income. I’ve tried to pay for it by getting another job but I work four jobs and the bills keep piling up. I’m about to get evicted and I don’t have any money for food. My sisters live with my aunt and…they depend on me.”

She licked her lips. “I wouldn’t ask if there were any other options.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment. Layla held her breath unable to read his thoughts. He could help her or turn her away. Those were the options. She didn’t need to fret over it, but all the same, it had been a very long time since she’d been involved in their world.

“You need money,”

he finally said. “How much?”

She went to the table and grabbed the piece of paper she’d been staring at all night. When she handed it to him, she stood off to the side and waited. The consolidation of all her bills only meant she needed to get another job to cover them. There was no way she could work five jobs.

“What does Torque say about this?”

Silver’s dark gaze met hers. “Does he know?”

“No.”

She couldn’t bear telling her father. She definitely didn’t know what his reaction would be and honestly didn’t want to find out.

He crumbled the paper. “Asking me for money comes with a price. A price that I’m pretty sure you cannot afford.”

“I know the price.”

Layla reached for her water bottle. “I told you if there was another way, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

He stared at her to the point he made her uncomfortable. “So you’re just going to become club property? Just like that? You’re going to suck member’s cocks and let them fuck that sweet little cunt of yours without thinking twice? ’Cause there will be no protesting.”

She glanced down, playing with the cap from the water bottle. “I said I knew the price. I know what I’m getting myself into.”

“You think Torque will approve? His little girl taking Dooby’s dick in her ass. The guy likes anal something awful. He’d fuck you for days like that.”

“Torque is not there. He’s in prison and he doesn’t need to know what I’m doing.”

Silver chuckled. “Now, that’s where you’re wrong. He’s still president, sweetheart. I may be filling his shoes right now, but he’s still in control.”

Layla licked her lips. “So you’re saying he’d say no.”

“He’d say hell no. Maybe throw a few fucks in there as well.”

Silver stood, his height towering over her. He smelled like leather and oil. His hair was a mess and the beard growth on his face was enough for him to look the part. He was a biker. Criminal mischief-maker as her father liked to put it. He did things she didn’t want to think about all without batting an eye.

“Sorry to have wasted your time.”

“Hold up.”

He held a large hand out. “I said he wouldn’t approve of you being club property. I didn’t say that he wouldn’t approve of me giving you money.”

She swallowed. Did he really mean what she thought he meant? “You’re going to give me money for nothing in return?”

“I didn’t say that.”

He took her in, assessing her body like a scientist with a microscope. “I’m technically the one helping you. I should reap all the rewards.”

Layla paused. “What does that mean?”

“I’ll give you the money in exchange for you becoming my property.”

He paused for effect. “Take it or leave it.”

Layla watched as he propped his hands up on his hips, waiting for her response.

She would become his sexual plaything. It didn’t scare her so much as thrill her that his quirky fascination with her still existed. Sex was one thing. Beating was another. Since she’d offered to be club property, she knew both could come with the territory but with Silver being as possessive as he was, it could possibly work to her advantage.