Epilogue
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"Your mother claimed she didn't know anything about it. We're going to keep an eye on her," Forrest said.
I nodded slowly. "Thank you. I appreciate you. I don't have to do anything, do I?"
He pulled my coat tighter around me, making sure I was warm, before wrapping his arms around me and resting his head on my shoulder, his chest pressed against my back.
"You never have to see her again if you don't want to," he assured me. "I'll make sure she has what she needs until we have more evidence."
“If there is any evidence," I said. "It's possible she was completely innocent in all of this."
"It's possible," he agreed. "I hope she is. No one should do that to their own daughter."
"Hard agree with that," I said, my gaze taking in the city lights twinkling in front of us.
"We have a lot of work in front of us," he said with a sigh, "We've taken down one operation, but it's only the first. We've located a handful of the women that went through those auctions. There could be hundreds more. Don't worry, though. We'll find them." He sounded certain.
"I believe you." I said sincerely, "I'll do everything I can to help."
I'd met some of the women they'd recovered. They were traumatized, but getting the help they needed. Between us, we had enough money to bankroll their care for the rest of their lives. No matter how many women we found, they wouldn't want for anything, apart from a way to forget the past.
I wished I could do that for them, but I could do this much.
"I hear Leif is starting on your apartment refurbishment," Forrest said.
"He is, but then I might sell it," I said. "I don't see the point of hanging on to it if I'm living here anyway."
Once we'd left the loft, we'd returned to Forrest's penthouse, and I'd been here ever since. Woody and Leif too, most of the time.
Woody grumbled about sharing the space, but he never seemed inclined to pack his things up and leave. Most nights, we snuggled up in Forrest's big bed, all four of us.
Of course, I was spoiled for orgasms. Not to mention love. I couldn't turn around without one of my men ready to do something for me or to me.
Life was pretty perfect.
"There you are," Woody said from behind us. "I've been looking everywhere for you."
"You can't have been looking very hard," Forrest said. "We've been out on the roof for an hour."
"I didn't say I was looking for long," Woody shrugged a shoulder.
"Is something wrong?" I asked. He looked troubled, like he was trying to wrap his head around something.
"Sort of," Woody said. "The last batch of women we found."
I turned to face him full on, worried now.
"What about them?" It was Forrest who managed to speak first.
"They found my sister," Woody said. "They found Bethany."