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Chapter 3

Sgt Tanner stood in the doorway watching the young couple as they slept in the narrow hospital bed. Officer O'Connor had led him to believe that Vince Richards was interested in Mia Toretto and they'd not had any record of him being involved with anyone else but just looking at the way he was holding the slender blonde, cradling her in his powerful arms made him wonder if maybe they'd been wrong. When he'd first met the girl the day of the incident he'd been convinced that she was lying about her relationship with the injured thug, he'd never heard Brian talk about her and she didn't seem the kind of girl to be interested in Richards but as soon as he'd seen them together he'd started having second thoughts. The way that she'd dealt with the medical staff when she'd first been allowed to see her 'fiancé' had left him in little doubt that there was something between them. Whether it was the relationship they claimed he wasn't sure about but there was definitely something there.

He chuckled quietly to himself as he remembered the look on Dr Matthews face when Chloe had shouted at him. He was the type of doctor who thought he was God and being told off the way he was in front of his colleagues really didn't go down well. He'd never seen anyone defended the way that Vince Richards was and he couldn't help but feel a little jealous of the injured man. He was reluctant to disturb the young couple but he needed to speak to Vince and Chloe, he needed to tell them that without Officer O'Connor's statement and with no sign of whoever had shot him the LAPD and FBI had no choice but to stop investigating him and remove the armed guard from the door.

"Excuse me, Mr Richards, Miss Armstrong – sorry to disturb you but I need to have a few words with you both."

"It's DR not Miss, don't you people ever listen." If there was one thing that Chloe hated it was people not listening to what she told them. She'd lost track of the number of times she's corrected people when they called her Miss. Ok, so she wasn't licensed to practice medicine in the US but she was still a qualified doctor.

"I apologise, DR Armstrong, but I still need to talk to you and Mr Richards – there are a few things I'd like to get cleared up."

"Fine – but please don't expect me to get up, it's been a long few weeks for V and I don't want to wake him up. I'm assuming I don't need my attorney for this discussion?" Chloe was more than happy to talk to Sgt Tanner but she wasn't stupid, if she thought that there was any chance of anything she said being used against her or Vince she'd have insisted on her attorney being present. As Tanner had no way of proving that Vince was involved in the heist or that they'd lied about their relationship she was happy to talk to him without legal representation.

"Oh no Dr Armstrong, you won't be needing your lawyer, I just want to clear up a few things." Sgt Tanner really wasn't looking forward to this conversation but he knew he had no choice. They simply didn't have the evidence to justify the investigation on Vince Richards and the FBI had decided to focus their efforts on finding Brian O'Connor and Dominic Toretto. They were convinced that Brian had turned and was running with Dom and if they found one, they'd find the other.

Vince had woken up when Tanner came into the room and had started to gently stroke Chloe's hip with his thumb to let her know that he was awake and listening to everything that was being said. His thumb stilled when Tanner first spoke and he didn't relax again until he heard the detective say that Chloe didn't need her lawyer present. He didn't have a lawyer of his own and he had no way of affording one so he was relieved that they didn't need to wait for Chloe's to arrive. Whatever Tanner had to say he obviously wasn't about to charge them and that was all that Vince cared about. If, by some miracle, he managed to get away with what he'd done he was definitely turning his back on his old lifestyle. He'd nearly paid with his life this time and he knew that he wouldn't be so lucky again. As it was he wasn't sure how much use he'd have of his arm or whether he'd ever be able to use it again and he couldn't put himself through that again. The scars alone would be enough to remind him not to do anything that stupid again and if he ever felt tempted he was sure that Chloe would slap him into next week. It was frightening how much of his future he was planning around her but whenever he thought of what he'd do when he left the hospital, where he'd live and who he'd work for he always saw Chloe by his side. Whether he liked it or not she'd found her way into his heart and there was nothing he could or would do to change that.

"Ok then Dr. Armstrong, how about we start at the beginning. How did you and Mr Richards meet?" Sgt Tanner had dragged the hard red, plastic chair over to the bed and was trying his best to get comfortable for the interview, it wasn't that easy as the chairs were designed to be as uncomfortable to keep visits as short as possible so that the patients could get plenty of rest but he was doing his best.

"We were introduced by Mia Toretto, Dominic's sister. Vince lives with the Toretto's and Mia and I have some classes together. She's doing pre-med and I'm on a conversion course so I can practice medicine in the States." Chloe had half hoped that Tanner would be satisfied with that short version of how she and Vince met but one look at his face told her that he wanted more details, probably so he could quiz Vince on them later and try and trip him up.

"It was just about 4mths after my parents were killed, Mia decided to invite me to a BBQ that Dominic and his friends were having. Things weren't exactly going well for me and Mia thought I needed a change of scenery." If truth be told things weren't just 'not going well', Chloe was ready to give up and go home. In fact she'd been surfing the 'net trying to book a flight back to England when Mia had called. She'd fallen out with her sister and had had enough of life in LA, England was her home and she missed it desperately despite the traumatic events of the last few years of her life there.

Chloe snickered to herself as the middle aged policeman gave up trying to get comfortable on his chair and decided to lean against the wall instead. She knew from past experience just how uncomfortable those chairs were and she was impressed that he'd lasted so long.

"So, if you've known Mr Richards for over a year, why didn't we know anything about you before you turned up here? Officer O'Connor never mentioned you and all the surveillance footage we have shows your fiancé all over Miss Toretto." Tanner was certain that Chloe was lying about the length and intensity of her relationship with Vince but as yet he had no way of proving it.

"Look – Dominic hates me ok, he thinks I'm a lesbian because I wouldn't sleep with him so hearing that I'm engaged to his best friend wouldn't exactly sit well with him. Dominic is an arrogant bastard and if he thought that V was getting something he wasn't he'd fire him and kick him out of the house. Vince is just Catholic enough not to want to live together before we get married and Dom would never give him a reference so he could get another job." Lying to the police didn't sit well with her but she knew that she had no choice if she was going to keep Vince safe. His friends had abandoned him and she was all he had left, his only chance at staying out of jail and actually making something of his life.

"If you'd had any kind of surveillance of Vince you'd have known all about me but you were obviously more interested in Dominic than my boy." Chloe was desperately hoping that what she's assumed was actually true. From what Vince had told her Brian was definitely more interested in Dominic than the rest of the team and she was praying that that was how he'd reported things back to his superiors. If not then both she and Vince were sunk and she'd be visiting Vince in jail once she finished her own sentence for perverting the course of justice. The dejected and crestfallen look on Tanners face brought hope into Chloe's heart, by the looks of things the police hadn't been watching each team member individually so it was possible that she and Vince might just get away with things.

"I don't mean to be rude, but was there anything else? I've got a busy day ahead of me and I'd like to get some more sleep before I have to get on." Chloe wasn't sure how much longer she could stay in bed with Vince without squirming, his hand had worked its way under the hem of her t-shirt and his calloused fingers were teasing the sensitive skin on the underside of her breasts. If Sgt Tanner hadn't been there she'd have smacked his hand away, but that wasn't an option, what happy engaged girl doesn't let her fiancé touch her up in bed? She'd just have to lie there and hope that Tanner left before Vince's went much further.

"I think we're pretty much done, Dr Armstrong – I still need to talk to Mr Richards, bring him up to speed on a few things but that can wait till later." Tanner knew that Chloe and Vince were lying, he could feel it in his bones but he couldn't prove it. Unless the truck driver or Officer O'Connor came forward he'd never manage to break their story. He just hoped that the pretty blonde knew what she was doing, in his experience providing alibis for violent thugs almost always ended in heartbreak.

"I've got some things to do this afternoon so if you want to talk to Vince in private that'll probably be your best chance." Chloe had been putting off her dreaded task for the past 3 weeks but she knew it couldn't wait any longer. The police had already informed Jesse's dad of his death but he didn't know any details and Chloe needed to know what he wanted to happen about a funeral. Chloe already knew from conversations with Jesse that he was Catholic, not a very good Catholic but Catholic none the less and she was sure he'd have wanted a Funeral Mass but she felt it only right to check with his dad.

"It's ok, I'm awake now so ask what you need to know" Vince had listened to everything that Tanner had said to Chloe and he knew only too well that the man didn't believe their relationship was real. The way he kept pushing for more details made Vince realise that drastic action was needed if Tanner was ever going to accept their 'engagement'. Silently praying that Chloe didn't slap him he lifted her chin with his fingers from where she'd been snuggled into his chest and kissed her. Not just any old kiss either, it was the sort of kiss that he'd dreamt of giving her ever since the first time he'd met her. There'd been something about her that day on the beach that had stayed with him and he knew that if he didn't kiss her now he may never get another chance and that would be something he'd regret it for the rest of his life.

What started out as a gentle kiss soon became more passionate as Vince traced Chloe's mouth with his tongue, when it became obvious she was too stunned to react he bit down on her bottom lip and forced his way into her mouth when she gasped in surprise. It was then that Chloe came alive. Fisting his left hand in her hair he pulled her closer to him as his tongue explored every crevice of her mouth. Chloe felt as if she was on fire, her breasts were straining at their lacy confines and she was desperate to feel his bare chest on hers, to be able to rub her breasts all over his body and with any luck feel his hot mouth closing over them as he bit down on them the way he'd bitten down on her bottom lip.

Chloe whimpered at the visions her thoughts were causing and the feel of Vince's strong thigh under her. Even through her shorts he could feel how much she wanted him, how ready she was for him after just one kiss. It'd been a long time since he'd been with a girl, he wasn't stupid enough to sleep with the skanks from the races despite what Mia thought, preferring to let them go down on him or jerk off over their silicone enhanced tits.

Just as he was working out how to get Chloe's clothes off burning lungs forced the pair apart. Staring into Chloe's eyes he saw a totally different person to the one he'd seen since he'd been in the hospital, gone was the lost, grief stricken look he was so used to seeing in its place passion and pure unadulterated lust. It had been a long time since a woman had looked at him like that, wanted him for what he could do for them rather than because he could get them close to Dominic.

"Ahem" Sgt Tanner didn't know where to put himself but he knew that if he didn't stop the young couple soon he was going to be seeing a lot more of them that he needed. As you're awake and obviously feeling better Mr Richards perhaps we could have our little chat now."

Even Tanners interruption didn't soften Vince's throbbing cock, he was so hard it was almost painful and now that he knew that they weren't going to be able to finish what they'd started he felt a familiar rage course through his veins. Chloe sensed the change in the man beneath her and smiled down at him, "later" she murmured as she brushed her soft lips against his ear. "We'll finish this later, I promise."

Carefully untangling herself from the frustrated man she smiled at him again as he tried to grab her with his hand. Unfortunately for Vince it was his damaged arm that he used and the pain that shot up his arm brought tears to his eyes. Chloe instantly stilled as she saw the pained look on V's face, she knew how much he hated having to think through every single movement and she couldn't wait till he was pain free again. Reaching forward she stroked his shaggy hair away from his eyes and kissed his forehead, "I won't be long baby – I promise".

"If you gentlemen will excuse me, I need to go home and get cleaned up." Chloe had a difficult day ahead of her and none of the clothes she had with her would be suitable. Her tasks called for something a lot more professional that jeans and a t-shirt.

Another brief kiss from Vince, a handshake from Sgt Tanner and Chloe was on her way out of the hospital on her way to what would probably be the worst appointment she'd ever had to keep, well since she'd buried her parents. Jesse had been gone for 3 weeks and today Chloe was making her way to Folsom State Prison. She'd had to make special arrangements with the Warden to get in to see Mr Andrews as she wasn't on his visitors list but she had to see him face to face, discuss with him properly what he wanted for his only son's funeral.

Back in Vince's room Tanner was getting more and more frustrated, he could feel the case slipping through his fingers and he knew there was nothing he could do about it. It didn't matter what he asked the injured mechanic he couldn't get anything out of him, all he kept saying was that he didn't want to press charges about his gunshot wound and he had no idea where Dominic was. With no sign of O'Connor or the truck driver Tanner had no choice but to tell Vince he was no longer under investigation and that he was free to leave the State should he so wish.

Vince couldn't believe it when Tanner admitted they had nothing, he'd been quietly confident that the truck driver wouldn't come forward but he'd never expected Brian to disappear as well. From what Tanner said he was now considered a rogue cop, an outlaw and that in itself was worrying. It meant that the FBI would stop at nothing to find him, force him to give evidence against the team and if that happened V's life was over. There was no love lost between the two of them and even though Brian had saved his life he felt sure that he'd give him up in a heartbeat.

"Dr Armstrong, Dr Armstrong – can you wait for a second please?"

Chloe turned to see Kirsty, a petite brunette who'd gone out of her way to be kind to Vince. Chloe was the first one to admit he wasn't the easiest of patients but it didn't matter what he threw at Kirsty; sometimes quite literally, she always made sure that he was comfortable and well fed. It wasn't at all unusual for her to pop in before her shift started with a plastic container of whatever she'd cooked for dinner the night before. Her boyfriend was a construction worker and she knew what it was like trying to keep him fed so she knew that Vince must be half starved on the ridiculously small hospital meals he was being given.

"What is it? What's happened?" Nurses never ran in the hospital, never - it was one of the many unwritten rules of nursing, unless of course there was an emergency in which case look out as you were in danger of being flattened by nurses rushing to assist the code blue.

"I'm so glad you're back, Mr Richards has been, well he's been a complete pain the past couple of hours – Dr Matthews went in to see him and I'm not sure what he said but Vince has been talking about discharging himself 'seeing as she's not coming back'"

Chloe couldn't believe it, as if her day hadn't been bad enough she now had to deal with the legendary Coyote in full flow. Everything had gone against her so far and she really wasn't in the mood to deal with Vince sulking – it wasn't as if it was her fault she'd been so long. The flight from LA to Sacramento had been late departing which meant that she was late getting to Folsom, the warden was quite conveniently unavailable which meant she had to wait to get his confirmation that she was in fact allowed in to see Mr Andrews. She'd then had to be searched before she could go in despite the visit being a non-contact visit so her chances of slipping him something were zero and then she'd missed her flight back to LA. All in all she'd been gone for over 8 hours and although she could fully understand why V thought she'd abandoned him she had thought that he knew her better than that by now.

Vince was curled up on his side picking at his bandage when Chloe entered the room. His water jug was lying on the floor opposite him, the large stain spread across the wall evidence enough that he could throw just as well with his left arm as with his right. His back stiffened as she entered the room, he knew it was her, he always knew when she was close to him and it pained him to think that he'd have to learn to cope without her. He'd been perfectly alright without her in his life before the 'accident' but he wasn't sure he could manage without her now. Independent, lonesome Coyote – didn't need anyone, brought to his knees by a blonde with a love for pop rocks and Cheese and Jelly sandwiches.

Chloe could tell the instant she walked in the door that she'd have to do some fast talking to get V to understand where she'd been all day, she'd barely left his side for 3 weeks so for her to have been gone all day would take some explaining. She'd not mentioned anything of her plans for the day, she knew that V would try and stop her going and they'd only end up arguing about it. Dan Andrews had waited long enough to hear the details of his only son's death and Chloe wasn't going to make him wait any longer.

"Look V, I'm sorry I was gone so long – I know you must have been worried about me."

"Worried? Worried? Why would I be worried what you were doing all day? It's not as if we're engaged or anything? You want to get some personal time for a booty call then who am I to stand in your way?" V hasn't meant to get defensive with her, he really hadn't but as soon as he'd heard her voice he'd realised just how much he'd missed her. He should have known that the show that morning was just for Tanner and the thought that she'd gotten it on with some other guy made him practically murderous. Even watching Mia kissing Brian was preferable to Chloe realising he actually cared for her.

"A booty call? You think I've been gone all day on a booty call?" Chloe was trying so hard to be patient but V wasn't making it easy, everything she'd been through that day was still so fresh in her mind and he thought she'd been off having sex, he couldn't have been further from the truth if he'd tried.

V struggled off the bed and pulled himself up to his full height, he'd never hit a woman in his life but he knew that he could be an intimidating bastard when he put his mind to it and if scaring Chloe was what it took to get her to leave then that was ok by him. She looked fantastic, he'd never seen a simple black pant suit and white blouse look so good on anyone and being in the same room as her was killing him. He needed her gone as soon as possible.

"Well, sure – I mean you got all riled up this morning and didn't get a chance to follow through, a slut like you must have plenty of guys she can call on when the mood takes her."

"A slut, is that what you really think of me?" The hurt was obvious in Chloe's voice as she tried not to cry, she knew that V was upset that she'd been gone for so long but a part of her still wondered if he really meant what he was saying, if his behaviour that morning had simply been to keep Tanner off his back.

"Well, looks like a slut, walks like a slut, smells like a slut – not exactly gonna be a fucking nun now is it?" V was ignoring the look on Chloe's face, her big blue eyes rapidly filling with tears as he shouted at her. He'd gone too far to stop now, so all he could do is carry on – the sooner she left, the sooner he could discharge himself and hope he could get drunk enough to forget the way she was looking at him.

"You've done your bit now so you can just fuck off, you've done what Mia wanted you to do so you fuck off back to your pathetic little life. Did it make you feel good huh? Looking after the poor crippled Vince, keeping the nasty doctors away from him? Well, I'll tell you something lady, I don't need you – I never needed you. You were just a warm body to lie on and the chance of a quick fuck, but I don't sleep with sluts, never know what you I might catch."

Chloe was crumbling before V's eyes, it was killing him to see the effect his words were having on her but he had to keep going. There was only one he could think of to say that would get her running from his room and he had no choice but to say it. If he didn't he was going to end up on his knees begging her to forgive him and Vince Richards didn't apologise, never had done and he wasn't about to start now.

"What's the matter Chloe? Can't think of any big words to try and talk me round? Come on, I'm just a mechanic not on your level at all – you being a Doctor and all. No wonder your husband fucked your sister, you're so fucking passive it's ridiculous, men like a woman with a bit of spark you know."

If Vince had had the courage to look Chloe in the eye for his last comment he'd have known when to duck, but as he was looking out of the window it was a complete shock when his chart hit him on the back of his head.

Whirling round to look at her his heart broke even further as he watched the tears rapidly making their way down her pale face.

"What the fuck was that for? What's wrong – truth hurt does it?"

Chloe was beyond angry, in fact she couldn't remember a time when she'd ever been this upset and when she got angry things tended to get broken.

"The truth, the truth? You wouldn't know the truth if it walked up and bit you on that fat ass of yours. You think I'm a slut? Well, that's rich coming from the guy whose own housemates refer to him as a man-whore and who every fucking slut in LA has been up close and personal to."

V quickly realised he'd pushed things too far when Chloe started pacing, her arms gesticulating wildly as she started to rant – she reminded him of his mother when she got cross and when Miriam Richards was cross plates got thrown, dinners got burnt and endless evenings were spent in absolute silence trying to avoid yet another one of her tirades.

"You wanna know where I've been today? Do you? Well, guess what Mr 'I'm a big man I can take care of myself' Richards I'm not gonna tell you. You already think the worst so what does it matter where I've been. You think I've been whoring it up on some booty call, well that's just perfect. After everything I've done for you, you don't know me at all. Well fuck you Vincent, you don't need me fine, I'll go – cause god knows I've got plenty of guys I can call for another 'booty call'."

"So if you weren't on a booty call where were you? What the fuck was so important that you've been gone all day dressed like that?" Vince desperately wanted to say how good Chloe looked, how her shirt showed just enough of the curve of her breasts to look sexy without looking slutty but he knew she'd never listen. After what she'd had to listen to from him it'd be a miracle if she listened to anything he had to say ever again.

"You don't deserve to know Vince, you've already made up your mind, now get the fuck out of my way so I can get the rest of my stuff and leave."

"Tell me where you were and I'll move." Vince wasn't going to move until Chloe admitted that he'd been right all along and she'd been off 'whoring it up' while he was lying in his hospital bed. He didn't know why it mattered to much to him where she'd been but it did, he couldn't stand the thought of another mans hands all over her, but he needed her to admit the truth.

"Move Vincent, I'm not in the mood to deal with your shit anymore today." Chloe was still struggling to accept what had happened to her that day and she knew that if she didn't get away from Vince soon she'd take all her anger out on him, anger he really didn't deserve no matter how he behaved or what he said to her.

"JUST TELL ME WHERE YOU WERE." Vince hadn't meant to get up in her face like that, he hadn't meant to shout and he hadn't meant to scare her the way that he did but he couldn't stop himself. The way she backed away from him reminded him so much of the way his mum would look just before his dad hit her and he felt sick to the pit of his stomach. His dad had always said he'd turn out like him and it looked as if he was right.

"FOLSOM, OK – I went to Folsom to see Jesse's dad."

"Oh baby no, you didn't – not by yourself?" Vince's anger rapidly faded as he realised just how badly he'd fucked up. Folsom wasn't the place for a pretty girl like Chloe and he could only guess what the guards had put her through. Dom had always refused to let Mia and Letty visit him in Lompoc because of the guards and if he'd had any idea what Chloe had been planning he'd have refused to let her go.

The tears were falling again as Chloe moved round the room grabbing the rest of her things; she couldn't stay there anymore, not now that Vince knew where she'd been. She couldn't stand to see the look she knew was plastered on his face. A man like Vince would be only too aware of what a female visitor would go through on a special visit to Folsom and she couldn't stand to be the focus of his pity.

"Baby please, tell me you didn't go by yourself?" Vince knew that he was kidding himself; Tanner hadn't mentioned anything about a prison visit so she must have gone alone. Wednesday wasn't a standard visiting day for Folsom so Chloe would have had too jump through hoops to get in and with no female staff working at the prison the male guards would have had free reign with her if she'd wanted to see Jesse's dad.

"I had to see him, had to tell him how Jesse died and find out what he wanted to happen about the funeral." Chloe was openly sobbing now and she couldn't see for the tears, when she felt V's hand on her back she turned and threw herself into his arms.

Wrapping his strong arms around her V held Chloe for what felt like hours but was in reality only a few minutes. The pain in his injured arm was immense but he couldn't hold her the way he needed to with just one arm, he needed to completely wrap her up in his embrace and if that meant he had to endure some pain then he could live with that.

"Come on girl, lets get you in the shower – wash all that Folsom grime off you, yeah?"

It took Chloe nearly an hour of scrubbing to feel even vaguely clean, not matter how hard she scrubbed she could still smell the aftershave of the guards, feel their hands as they searched her and hear the mocking tone in their voices as they asked how desperately she wanted to see Dan Andrews. Vince's gentle knock on the door shook her from her thoughts, he'd knocked to make sure she was ok every 5 minutes since she'd gotten in the shower and the concern was always obvious in his voice.

"It's time to get out Chloe; you'll use all the hot water you stay in there much longer." Vince was trying to keep his voice light, trying not to show Chloe how worried he was about her but he knew he was failing. He'd spent the past hour planning the downfall of the guards that had dared to lay their hands on his girlfriend and he knew that if he didn't get Chloe out of the shower soon, he'd end up putting his plans into action. He'd surprised himself when he first thought of Chloe as his 'girlfriend' but the more he thought about it the more he realised how good it felt. He was certainly closer to her than anyone else he'd ever shared a bed with and she'd excited him more with a simple kiss than a lot of his ex's had managed completely naked.

Two hours later Chloe was once again wrapped up in V's arms only this time they were in bed and she was finally asleep. After she'd got out of her shower V had dried her as best he could, dressed her in a very old, very faded Def Leppard t-shirt he'd found in her bag and put her to bed. His original plan had been to sleep in the plastic visitors chair all night until Chloe had started sobbing again, he'd been across the room and snuggled up in bed with her before he'd had time to think if it was a good idea or not.

Twisting his fingers in her hair he thought back to what Chloe had been through since she'd arrived at the hospital 3 weeks previously. She'd lied to the police, dropped out of her studies, given up her entire life to stay with him day and night and now, she'd been to Folsom to ask a complete stranger what he wanted for his only sons funeral. The all too familiar rage that he'd been working so hard to keep hidden bubbled to the surface as he thought of Chloe's visit to Folsom. When he'd been rubbing her dry after her shower she'd told him what the guards had done to her, what they'd made her go through just so she could get into see Jesse's dad. She'd been through all of that for a complete stranger then he'd bitched her out and ranted at her when she got back, he hadn't even given her a chance to explain just attacked her the instant she walked in the door. All because he thought that she'd realised she could do better than a no good, two bit thug like him.

"Stop it V, I know you were just upset." V hadn't realised he'd been thinking aloud until he felt Chloe's thumb brushing his cheek. She looked so small and vulnerable lying in his arms and he hated knowing that he'd made her cry. He really hadn't meant any of what he'd said but once he'd started it'd been too late to take it back.

"I'm so sorry Chloe, I never meant any of it – I was just"

Chloe's gentle kiss cut off V's apology mid-flow. She knew that V was sorry and it was written all over his face how bad he felt about it but for now all she wanted to do was sleep, it'd been a long day and she couldn't think of any better way to end it than wrapped up in V's arms.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow V, I promise."

V smirked to himself as he remembered another promise that Chloe had made him earlier that day and the way she'd felt moaning and whimpering in his arms. It all seemed like another lifetime not just a few hours and he knew they had a long way to go before it happened again but in the meantime he was going to do everything he could to keep her safe, he'd failed her at Folsom but he wasn't going to fail her again.