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She hadn’t mentioned that.
Though she had pleaded with me to give Kylo a chance to explain himself, even though she had no idea what was going on.
She wouldn’t have done that if she thought the way he spoke to her was out of line.
Not my grandma. Not after the life she spent with a man who never missed a chance to be awful to her. She would never beg me to give a man a second chance who she even suspected was anything like her husband had been.
If there was a part of me that didn’t trust my instincts, that same partdidtrust my grandmother’s.
“I’m sure you weren’t as rude as you think. She would have mentioned it if you were. Something about not giving that ‘no-good biker’ another chance.”
“She might still say that if or when she learns the truth.”
“Honestly, I don’t think so. She’s obsessed with soap operas and high-stakes romances. She would probably think it’s romantic.”
“It was,” Kylo said, eyes sad. “Until it wasn’t.”
“I’ve never hated anything in my life as much as I hated hurting you.”
I believed him.
Yes, I believed him. About everything.
And if he was being honest with me now, if he knew what he did was wrong, if he’d been torn up about it, and if he had apologized, what else could I expect from him?
The ball was in my court.
To forgive.
Or to hold onto my resentment.
Honestly, it was no choice at all.
“I see that,” I agreed.
Then I leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Kylo
I’d never known panic like that in my life.
Not even when men were in my apartment, when they were brutally attacking me, never.
Because nothing, not even my own damn life, mattered as much as Rue being safe.
And when she hadn’t responded to my texts that I was on the way, I feared the worst.
The house was eerily silent as I made my way up to it, my gun in my hand, not trusting it not to be an ambush.
But it was empty.
Save for all the destruction left in their wake.
They’d gutted couch cushions, knocked art and family collages off the wall. They’d pulled out and broken all of her dishes, had tossed food from the fridge all over the floor. They’d sliced her mattress and two of Ernest’s beds.
It was just pure wreckage for no good reason.
