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“He’s not in New York. I already gave the surrounding territories his picture with no context. If they see him, they grabhim and report to us. I traced his phone and his bank. I’ll see everything he does. I’ll find him for you so you can kill the bastard for hurting your girl.”
“I’ll make his death painful.”
“So, how is she?”
“Better, but still mad at me. I can see it in her eyes.”
She folded her arms across her chest, smirking, and I wanted to punch the grin off of her smug face. “You kinda deserve it, but it’s nice to see that look in your eyes again.”
I curved my brow once more, eyeing her. I had a mind to throw her out of my office, but she was the bitchy conscience I needed to ensure I didn’t fuck up…anymore. “And what’s that?”
“Being in love.”
My eyes fell to the framed picture of Olivia once again. “I’m going to fuck this up.”
“What?”
“Everything.” Hunter was one of the only people I’d let my guard down with, but I wanted to try with Kadence. I wanted to try and be the woman she deserved, but I couldn’t change who I was. “I kill people. Kadence doesn’t deserve that. Don’t you think she wants a normal partner who won’t put her life at risk or come home with blood on her clothes?”
“Kadence deserves whatever makes her happy, and that’s you. Olivia knew who you were, and still loved you. Kadence was on the receiving end. She knows what you are capable of, but she won’t run as long as you don’t push her away or have her on the receiving end of your anger again.”
“And if I fuck it up?”
“Then you learn from your mistakes. Aren’t relationships about communication and talking? You’re asking the wrong person for relationship advice. You want good advice, ask Hawke or Drew. He has three partners. I don’t know how thehell he does it. Annika is her best friend, and as long as you don’t hurt Kadence, I’m sure she’ll help you.”
I laughed gently, thinking about the feisty brat that was ready to claw my eyes out. “If I did, Annika threatened to kill me. And with the way she looked when I went to her apartment, I believe it. She’s feisty.”
Hunter rolled her eyes. “She’s a brat, but she loves my brother, so that’s all I care about.”
“Go away now. I have a beauty to curl up next to.”
“Lucky bitch. If you ever want to rock her world, I volunteer for tribute.”
“Goodbye.”
CHAPTER 33
KADENCE
Two weeks passed since the cliffside confessions and mind-blowing sex with Blaize. I’ve been staying with her at the club, enjoying my time with her and learning more about her. Forgiveness was a funny thing. I thought I would be angry with her for a long time for what she did to me, and a part of me was still bitter, but anger took a lot of work, just like any other emotion. And I didn’t want to be bitter. I understood both points of view now.
I kept who I was a secret because I was scared—I was still scared of my past coming to attack me if anyone found out who I was. Blaize immediately hated me the moment she found me in her town, but it didn’t give her an excuse to be a raging bitch like she was. She still was, but it was directed towards everyone else now while she treated me like a princess. I couldn’t say I wouldn’t react the same if someone I loved was killed and there was a stranger hiding in the shadows. Besides, she was protecting me from whoever was trying to kill me. There hadn’t been another attack on my life yet, so I guess we’re making progress.
I sighed, stretching my arms in Blaize’s California king bed. I haven’t been this well rested in months. My demons weren’tscreaming as loud as they had before. There were still times when I woke up screaming from a nightmare, but Blaize was there to bring me back to Earth with kind praises. I really was in love with her, and it felt like the kind of love people wrote songs about.
Blaize’s home had turned into mine since I didn’t leave for the last two weeks.
And don’t even get me started on the sex. I never knew I could have as many mind-blowing orgasms or that sex could be so passionate and sweet. She made me feel beautiful when every other partner made me feel disgusted.
Blaize wrapped her arm around my waist, pulling me into her as she buried her head into my neck. God, this woman was my weakness and my strength.
“Good morning,” I cooed, and she grumbled.
“That makes it worth it,” she said, kissing my neck. “I have to make the finishing arrangements for Layla’s funeral.”
I nodded. “I’m going to go see Annika. She’s been pestering me about everything and wanting to make sure you don’t trap me here.”
“Don’t tempt me. Let’s go shower.”
