Chapter 35
Elsie
I never expected this. This anger. This anguish.
In a hallway bigger than my bedroom, caged between Brett’s large hands, I’m more vulnerable than I’ve ever been, frozen at the mercy of a gorgeous madman. I can only listen as he starts, can only lick my lips as he stares. In a matter of minutes, he tells me a story about an imperfect life. A life tinged with regret and tainted with pain.
I soak it all in. I have no choice.
It isn’t until he says his father’s name that I realize the story is his… and so is the pain. Every twisted, sick little part.
And I take it… unable to move, unable to even speak as the gorgeous tattooed man in front of me reveals the other side of his otherwise glamorous life. The skin behind the ink. Flawed and all.
His voice is a hoarse rasp tha
