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the bar. "But you, Mace, you I trust."
    With his words, relief settled over me that I'd forced myself to remain neutral around Lena all this time. The reality of exactly how much Diesel paid attention to every interaction his sister had hit me. Immediately after the relief, anxiety stirred to life. "What's wrong with Lena? Why do you need someone you trust with her?"
    Beyond her beautiful hazel eyes and skin that looked so goddamn soft, I only knew pockets of Lena's history, as well as the “rules.” I knew she had a phobia. She struggled to be in public and was anxious with strangers, could only handle certain types of physical contact. In the past few years I'd had conversations with her, which on the whole she'd handled fine. I'd also watched her only touch a few people, those who she was close to. In that time, I had seen her on two different occasions have an attack. Both times had left me momentarily paralysed and yearning for the ability to take away her fears. One was after a fight broke out in the bar and a newer member of the MC had grabbed her to move her out of the way. The other was when a stranger had entered the premises and she'd flipped.
    Her meltdown debilitated her. She'd frozen, before rocking and shaking, only to close her eyes tightly and stumble to the ground. She'd muttered to herself the whole time. Rage had boiled in my system and I'd happily taken on the task of throwing the fuckers who were fighting out on their arses while Diesel had supported his sister—after punching Ice, the idiot who'd forgotten the no-touching rule. I had also reached the stranger at the same time as Cole during the second attack and helped to get him the fuck out of there.
    As for why she suffered in the first place, I was still unsure. It was within my power to find out. Hell, it was what I did for a living, but researching her past would have meant I cared, and I couldn't afford to care, ever again. I knew that she hadn't always been that way and that when she'd been at university she'd witnessed hell. Physically, she'd come out relatively unscathed. Yet, I was living proof that damage didn't have to be done to you directly for you to suffer the devastating consequences. 
    "I need you to let Lena work for you, in your office. If salary's an issue, I've got you covered. She just needs out of this place before she loses it any more than she already has." My eyes widened. Before I could speak, Diesel continued, "Do you know what a big fucking deal this is? She's actually asking to leave this place, to go somewhere new. I need to make that happen for her."
    I flicked my gaze to Lena, who smiled and spoke with Carrie, Cole's woman, oblivious to our conversation. Fuck. I had no idea how to handle the situation. From years of training in the police force, I'd learned to think quick, react fast. But there was nothing as my gaze focused on her beautiful fucking smile.
    I remained silent, absorbing every movement on her face as she grinned, soaking in her laughter, which I didn't hear as often as I would have liked. I coughed and turned back to both Diesel and Cole, who stared at me intently. I hoped like hell they wouldn't ask me to move, as there was no hiding my hard-on. Everything about this request screamed bad idea , but how could I both say no to Diesel and miss out on the opportunity to help make Lena smile every fucking day? Shit. It really was a bad idea.
    "Okay." Fuck me! My brain-to-voice function seemed to have melted down. How the fuck would I be able to have Lena in close proximity, hell, take care of her, and still allow my carefully erected barriers to stay strong? I slammed my mouth shut, fearing I may spew some other shit that had no business being voiced.
    Diesel stood, dragging me up with him and pulling me in for a bear hug. He patted me hard on the back. "I fucking owe you, man. Seriously. I fucking knew I could count on you."
    I returned the gesture knowing there was no way of backing out. My eyes landed