Camden's Redemption (Gloves Off #4)(45)

“All right, you two, I need to talk to B alone,” Mason demanded. Jason and Gabe cleared out of the room and he shut the door behind them.

“Talk to me, Mason. Do you think Blake is the one?”

He sat down beside me and sighed. “Fuck if I know. It’s hard to imagine anyone on our team being on the wrong side. I’ve known you all for years. Granted, I haven’t worked with everyone in a while, but it still doesn’t change the fact that someone close betrayed us.”

“Tell me about it. I’m the one who slept with him.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he nodded. “Something doesn’t feel right. I was there when Blake was taken away. He was hysterical. Either he’s a good actor or he’s innocent.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know if there’s anything I can do. All of the evidence is pointing to him. Once this goes to court, it’s out of my hands.”

“How long do we have?”

Mason got to his feet and shrugged. “I don’t know yet, it hasn’t been announced. But I’m heading back to California tomorrow. I wanted to make sure you got home safely before I left.”

“Camden left, didn’t he?”

“Yes,” he answered, glancing down at the ground.

“When is he coming back? Or better yet, is he coming back?”

Mason gave me his full attention. “He wants to come back. The only reason he left was to keep you safe. Surely you know that, right? He blames himself for what happened.”

I would blame myself too if the situation was reversed. It still didn’t change the fact I wanted to be with him, to make sure he was okay. “What if this goes on for months, Mason? Or even years? Is he just going to up and leave me like this?”

Releasing a heavy sigh, he knelt down beside me. “I know this isn’t what you want, B. Jameson loves you and it’s hard on him too. He thinks it’s for the best that you two stay apart until this is all over; even if it takes a long time.”

“What gives him the right to make this decision without me?” Angrily, I shook my head. “I’m going to find him. As soon as I can get out of here, I’m flying to California.”

“I’m sorry, but you won’t find him,” he said, getting to his feet.

That infuriated me even more. I was trained by the best undercover detective in the country. He should know better than to tell me I couldn’t do something. “You wanna bet?” I snapped.

“Look, I don’t like doing this to you, B. You’re not going to find him because I made sure he was untraceable; his phone, addresses . . . everything.” He may have taken away my chances of finding Camden, but one way or another I was going to figure it out. Mason opened the door and stopped, his gaze weary. “It’ll be over soon, kiddo. You two will see each other again. I promise.”

As soon as he left, Jason and Gabe strolled back in. “You okay?” Jason asked.

I flung the covers off my body and got to my feet. My side screamed in agony, but I had to get out of there. “No,” I replied. “Find the doctor for me. I’m ready to get the f*ck out of here.”





Two Weeks Later




I HAD SO many phone calls, messages, and flowers during my healing period and never once did Camden check in on me. My parents did though, which was a shock. I didn’t think they would care, but they surprised me by calling every day. Maybe they were starting to come around, but it was too soon to tell. All I knew was, my heart broke more and more with each passing day.

My wound was almost completely healed and I could finally breathe and move around without looking like an old woman. Mason wasn’t lying when he said he made Camden untraceable. I couldn’t find shit anywhere on him. Even the files I had on him were gone when I got home. It was as if Camden didn’t exist. Mason may be smart, but he wasn’t smart enough. I had another plan. The chances of it working were slim to none, but it was a chance I had to take.

I was currently standing in the doorway of my house, waving goodbye to Gabe and Jason. They were on their way to Vegas for the weekend, and after two straight weeks of waiting on me hand and foot, they deserved the break. What they didn’t know was how I’d planned my own flight to leave two hours after them. There was just one stop I had to make before heading to the airport.





I had visited numerous criminals in our prison, but never one with whom I’d had a connection. I told myself I wouldn’t come down to face him, but I had to look in his eyes. Blake could be a dick, but he was honorable when it came to the law. If Mason had doubts about him, I had to see it for myself.

The room they had me waiting in was stark white and bright, with various tables for inmates to sit at and visit with their loved ones. There was no one else visiting at this time, except me. It wasn’t long before I saw him, dressed in an orange jumpsuit, trudging down the hall. When a guard opened the door, Blake’s eyes went wide.

I got to my feet, my heart pounding in my chest. He hurried over considerably fast for having shackled feet. “Thank God you’re here. I’ve asked to see you about a million f*cking times.” His eyes were shadowed and dark, like he hadn’t slept in days.

“I’m not supposed to be here,” I said to him.