Page 82 of Twisted Redemption

Blaze. Blaze. I never thought I’d have him like this. Never thought he wanted me like this. I think I’d have trouble believing this was really happening if it didn’t feel so amazing.

“Blaze,” I moan as I find myself balancing on the very edge.

He thrusts his fingers into me, and I scream as pleasure explodes inside me. My hips buck when Blaze doesn’t stop, and he holds me to the counter with his arm around my leg.

Just like he did last night, he draws out my orgasm until my entire body feels like jelly. Then he stands over me, licking his lips and watching me with a heated gaze.

“Oh my god,” I murmur, my gaze not leaving him while trying to catch my breath.

With a satisfied smirk, Blaze lifts me into his arms and carries me upstairs and into the master bathroom. I hate being in here—too many memories with David—but it’s a bit better with Blaze.

He sets me on the counter and grabs a washcloth, wetting it in the sink. And then he cleans me up gently, pressing a kiss to my forehead. With one finger, he tilts my chin up. My eyes meet his.

“You’re beautiful,” he says. “You know that, right?”

With a smile, I nod.

“And you deserve the world,” he whispers before kissing me lightly. “More than I—”

I press my lips against his to shut him up. Whether he should or not, feeling the need to apologize over and over again feels like shit. That’s the last thing I want to do to someone I care about. Even if he did hurt me.

I just want to break the pattern.

When we pull away from each other, Blaze rests his hands on the counter and leans his head on my shoulder. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him close.

He’s my Blaze. My Blaze. And there’s nothing we won’t do to make sure that we heal our relationship.

I have to believe that.

AFTER I GET DRESSED, I retrieve my bag and phone from the car. There are a few memes in the group chat with the girls, and I smile as I scroll through them. But my stomach drops at the other message I have.

Unknown Number: Check your front porch.

Dread seeps into my bones as I make my way into the house. The message has to be from David, right? What the hell would he leave on my front porch?

I pass through the living room, where Blaze is playing on the floor with Angel. Before opening the front door, I peer out the window, but I don’t see anything. So I open the door slowly, ready to slam it shut if David suddenly comes into sight.

But all I see is a plain, cream envelope on the welcome mat.

I snatch it up before shutting the door and locking it again.

“Was someone at the door?” Blaze asks, looking up.

I shake my head. “I’m gonna hang out in the office for a bit.”

His eyes narrow on the envelope in my hands, but he doesn’t say anything as I head into the hallway and then lock myself in the office.

For a minute, I just hold the envelope in my hands, wondering if I should toss it. But curiosity gets the better of me, and I open it.

A letter is inside.

My love,

The last thing you probably want to do is read a letter from me, but I beg you—please read it to the end. There are things you don’t know that I need you to understand.

First, I love you so much, Brooke. With my whole heart. I know my actions haven’t shown that over the past few months, but I hope to explain everything in this letter.

When we last spoke, you talked to me like I was some criminal. And that’s when I realized your brother and his friends have spun you around and misled you. Whatever they told you was on my hard drive, it was all a lie. I’m no criminal, Brooke. I own and run a bar that’s been in my family for generations. That’s all.

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