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Glad I could give the kid some kind of comfort.

I showed them the cabin. Kyle and Vic went to the top deck to get some fresh air and I waited in the living room for Annie.

Around an hour later, she emerged from the cabin. She sat at the table and ate some chips I had out.

I sat there in silence, staring. What the fuck do we do now?

After a sip of water, she burst into tears.

I went over and sat next to her. “Hey, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not okay. I don’t know what to do, who I am. I mean, I’m a drug addict. I was a prostitute. My family won’t want me back. Look at me! To get a clean vein, I’ve been shooting up in my feet! And what if they don’t accept Gabriel?”

Fuck. I had mentally prepared myself for her anxiety and detox, but I didn’t want to give her any false hope. Being rescued was the easy part; she would need to rebuild her life. She needed to see herself as I saw her—a beautiful survivor.

I took a deep breath, knowing I needed her to hear me. “You are strong, a survivor. After the hell you’ve been through, you can do anything. I’m sure of it. And your parents love you. How could they not love your child? They’ve been looking for you non-stop. I’m sure they’ll help you every step of the way. I’m going to take you to the embassy tomorrow when we dock. You will be safe there.”

Her hands clenched. “You’re leaving me at the embassy? Where do you think my clients come from? I’ve serviced heads of state, secret service, diplomats. Renzo’s sex ring runs the island. And they could try to say Gabriel is a Dutch National. We could spend years fighting with the government. You might as well throw me off this boat.”

“He’s an American citizen also. It’s an American embassy, you’ll be fine. I’ll walk you in. They will contact your family.”

Her chin quivered, her eyes fluttered. She looked embarrassed, vulnerable. “You can’t take me with you?”

“No, I can’t Annie. I would, but we flew here commercially. You don’t have a passport—we can’t get you aboard a flight. We’re on Navy leave—all of us.”

I decided not to mention there were Navy carriers docking in port weekly and Kyle, Vic, and I could always hitch a ride. But she and Gabriel couldn’t. Well, that wasn’t exactly true—there was one way I could bring her with me, keep her safe—if I married her. But that was never going to happen. I never wanted to get married, and I didn’t even know this girl, despite my desire to take care of her, and protect her for the rest of her life. And forget marriage, after the unspeakable hell she’d been through, I doubted she would ever want to date any man, let alone one of her former clients. Not to mention, she had a son. After being the son of a single mom, I wouldn’t even consider messing around with one unless I was one hundred percent certain the relationship was going to work. I’d been that kid, and there was no way I was going to let some little boy get attached to me, and then bail.

“I won’t go. Please, don’t send me back like this. Maybe we can sail back? In this yacht? You’re a SEAL? Please!”

“Sail back? It would take a couple of weeks. This isn’t even our boat—we borrowed it from a former Team guy. We don’t have supplies, or anything. And you could get sick, you’ll be detoxing.”

Her head shook, she bit her lip. “But you could do it, right? You said Vic’s a medic. I’ll be fine.”

I shook my head. “You have to go to the embassy.”

Rising from the chair, she focused her eyes on me, intent, desperate. I knew that look. It was the look that I had, that my men had when they were determined to get their way. Determined not to quit. No matter what the cost.

She walked over to my chair and knelt beside me. Her hand inched up my leg, rubbing my cock over my jeans. “I’ll do anything. Please. Help me.”

I pushed her hand off me. Fuck, she still saw me as nothing more than another john who would use her for sex. I wasn’t that guy. She was nameless to me before, but now I cared about what happened to her. Especially since she was a mother. I pulled her into my arms. “Annie, you don’t ever, ever have to touch me like that again. I’m not that guy. I can’t apologize enough to you. But I came back. I found you. That’s what matters.” I paused. I really needed to send her to the embassy as soon as possible, but the tears stuck in her lashes made me unable to tell her no. “I’ll talk to Dave. He owns the ship. I can’t promise you anything but he’s a former SEAL and a local. He might be able to come up with something. But I promise you, I’ll get you home safely.”

“Can we stay here, on this boat, until I detox? I need to get my mind clear before I go back. I don’t want my family to see me like this. And I can’t watch Gabriel if I’m going out of my mind. I need help.”

I should’ve checked with Vic and Kyle first, but I knew they would want the best for her kid. “Sure, of course. We’ll stay with you until you detox.”

She took my hand. “I’m scared. I’ve wanted to get clean, but Renzo forced me to get high. I need it.”

“You survived five years of unspeakable hell. You can do this. You are stronger than you know. We’re going to help you. I promise I won’t leave your side.”

I got Vic and he took her into the head, tested her for STDs, HIV, and pregnancy. The tests gave instant results, and we were all grateful and, well, shocked when she tested negative for everything. Prostitution was legal and officially regulated in the Dutch Caribbean, so Annie claimed she’d been tested and used condoms. Vic rationed out her drug cocktail: immodium, suboxone, Xanax, vitamins, potassium. He gave her the first dose and she downed the pills with a glass of water.

I held her hand. “I think you should sleep if you can.”

She nodded and leaned into me. I picked her up off the chair and carried her to the cabin with the queen bed, her boy already fast asleep. I’d planned to crash on the floor next to her. I pulled a blanket from the closet and set it down on the floor for me.

“Patrick, can you hold me? Just until I fall asleep.”

I couldn’t say no. It was her first night free in five years. I couldn’t even begin to imagine how scared she might be, even now when she was safer than she’d been in a long time. “Sure.” I wrapped my arms around her and she cuddled up into my chest. Her body rattled a bit, clammy and limp. After a bit, she drifted off to sleep. I felt like if I moved at all, I’d break her. She was fragile, small, and weak. I was spooning her, her curves rubbing against me. Once she rolled over, I made my escape and lay down on the floor.