CHAPTER THREE
For most of his twenties, during their inseparable years, they’d lived together in the very apartment complex they were heading for. They’d moved in at the same time his cousin, Mattie, bought the building back when Blaser was twenty-one. It had been rife with the drugs that Mattie was selling and became a sort of base of operations for the Warner family’s criminal element, of which Blaser was an integral member.
At the time, Blaser was careful to never let that wicked world into their cozy little apartment. Protecting Bri against all life’s evils was naïve, she’d seen life. Throughout her childhood her parents openly used drugs. It wasn’t like she didn’t know their effects. But there was something comforting about playing house with the woman he loved. He’d wanted to belie
