Page 85 of Twisted Redemption

“But—”

“Drop it.” Then he grabs a couple bottles, moving past me and toward the living room.

Great. It’s not like I can get access to the hard drive on my own. Grayson Security has always been uptight about their—well, their security. I can’t break into their computers. I can’t even break into one of their houses, let alone the office.

Not that I would. I’m not that type of person.

But right now, I wish I was. Because I need to confirm for myself that David is lying—and Felix isn’t helping his case.

For a moment, I wonder if I could just tell them about the letter. But I don’t let myself entertain the thought. I don’t need Blaze being even more protective of me than he already is.

I enter the living room as Alex does the same from the hallway that leads upstairs. He barely smiles when his eyes land on me, but for Alex, that’s practically a full grin. Running, I jump into his arms and squeeze him so hard he grunts.

“Missed me much?” he wheezes out.

I glare up at him. “You missed me too, you big asshole.”

Ruffling my hair, he says, “You been keeping yourself safe?”

“You think Blaze is giving me much of a choice?”

Alex shoots some type of glare toward Blaze before turning back to me, his gaze softening. “Are the two of you okay?” he murmurs so only I hear him.

“I...” With a sigh, I stare at stare at the floor. “I think we’re gonna get there.”

“If he doesn’t get his shit together, I swear I’ll—”

“He is. We just need some time.”

Alex nods before pulling me into another hug. “I’m sick of his bullshit, Brooke. If he doesn’t start treating you better, you know what I’ll do.”

Kill him?

Jesus, Brooke. Where the hell did that come from?

“Can I talk to you?” I glance at the others. “Alone?”

“Of course.” Alex tugs me deeper into the house, not stopping until we’re in his office. “What do you need?”

“I want to talk about dad.”

There isn’t even a flicker of emotion on his face. He keeps himself perfectly calm, only raising an eyebrow. “What about him?”

“Did you kill him?”

Alex laughs. It’s sharp and devoid of humor. “Fuck no. He didn’t deserve the planning it would’ve taken to pull it off. The sucker got drunk and crashed his boat, Brooke. Simple as that.”

“Okay.” I twist my fingers into the fabric of my dress. I think I believe him.

“Now, as far as Blaze is concerned... I’ve been planning his murder for the past two months. You guys making up is screwing with my plans.”

“We may have done more than make up.” Blood rushes to my cheeks.

Alex’s look turns as murderous as he said he’s feeling. “You two started dating? This fast?”

“Not exactly? We’re trying to take things slow. When we realized that we’ve both had feeling for each other for years, it just kind of... happened.”

“He was supposed to wait until you graduated,” Alex grumbles.

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