“Just like that, huh?” he said. “Just trust you because you say so?”
“Warren.” Honey decided to kick things up a notch. “It’s not just for Mirrie. King wants to help you too.”
That flash of mistrust again as Warren remembered the man’s massive tattooed forearms and heavy silver rings. “King?”
“Well, of course, King. He’s the one who sent me here.”
“He wants to help me?”
“He does.”
“Why?”
“Because he likes you. He knows that you’re in a tough place, and he’s found a way to make it a bit easier.”
Now his face showed something else, something pure and honest: his face was bright with hope. Honey’s chest hurt to see it, because it was the surest sign that this young man was dying to get away from his current situation.
“Can King get me out of the MC?” he asked in a quiet voice.
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