Camden's Redemption (Gloves Off #4)(46)

Eyes blazing, he growled low, “It wasn’t me, Brooke. You have to believe that. I may hate the guy for having you, but I would never kill the son of a bitch. And I’m not working for Scar. I don’t even know the bastard.”

“They’re finding evidence on you, Blake. The gun, the boots. Now they’re looking deeper to see your connections. No one saw you the morning of the shooting. You don’t have an alibi.”

He huffed and shook his head. “I was at home.”

“Alone?”

“Yes,” he snapped. “I was a little hungover, but I was there. I’ve been alone for the past few weeks. I wanted to get you back and I couldn’t go f*cking someone else, now could I? I was trying to be a better person.”

“Where was your car? Was it in the garage or out in your driveway?”

Furrowing his brows, he averted his gaze, deep in thought. “It was out in the driveway. I pulled it out of the garage so I could take my dirt bike apart and clean it. Luke was there. He can vouch for that.”

Blake had a lot of expensive toys and if there was one thing that annoyed the shit out of me, it was his over protectiveness of the things he loved. “Blake,” I gasped. “Do you still use the security camera out by your garage?”

“Yeah, why?” And then it dawned on him. “Holy shit.” Eyes wide, a determined smile broke across his face. “Brooke you’re a f*cking genius. Whoever put that rifle in my trunk probably put it in there while I was at home.”

“Does anyone other than me know you have the cameras?”

He shook his head. “No. And the only way you can see the footage is through my laptop. I have the camera connected to it. There’s a program I use. You can view clips all the way back to when I had it installed.”

“Where’s your laptop?”

“At home on my desk, unless they confiscated it.”

I shook my head. “I don’t think they did, but I’ll go there and find out. Is there a way to get in?”

“There’s a key on the back porch, inside an empty oil can.”

The guard opened the door. “Time’s up.”

Blake grabbed my hand before the guard could reach him. “I promise I’m innocent, Brooke. I would never dream of hurting you. You have to believe me.”

I’d seen the faces of cold blooded murderers and Blake wasn’t one of them. “I believe you. If I don’t get the proof, I don’t know what else I can do.”

“You trying is good enough for me. Whoever is doing this is good. If Mason can’t crack it, I don’t hold out much hope. Be careful out there.”

Nodding, I got up and watched them pull him out the door. I had two more hours before my flight took off for California; there was still time.





“I FEEL SORRY for the bag you’re beating on,” Gabriella teased.

Now that I was back, Gabby and Pax refused to let me live like a recluse. I’d spent every day with them, training. It felt good to get back to my life, but there was a whole part missing. Sweat dripped down my face so I took off my gloves and wiped it off. “Sorry. Been a little stressed.”

Gabby rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. “Why don’t you just call her for Christ’s sake? I never thought the day would come when I’d seen you sprung over a girl. She’s probably going out of her mind not being able to talk to you.”

“Yeah, being pissed at me. I left her, Gabby. Right after she took a bullet for me, I left. I’m pretty sure I made the biggest mistake of my f*cking life.”

She grabbed my chin, hard. “You did it to keep her safe. She’s not going to hate you. She’ll be mad, of course, but if she loves you like you say she does she’ll forgive you. I still don’t see what the harm in calling her is.”

Throwing my gloves on the floor, I sat down on the weight bench and hung my head. “Because I know once I hear her voice I won’t be able to resist. If she tells me to come back to her, I’d go in a heartbeat.”

“Welcome to the club, Jameson,” Paxton shouted from across the room.

Gabby lifted her brows and turned to him, crossing her arms. “You better watch it, Emerson. I’m not afraid to fight you.”

Pax chuckled and lifted his weights. “Don’t tease me, woman. I can’t fight you with an audience. I don’t think Jameson wants to see your ass get pounded, if you know what I mean.”

“All right, I’m out of here. Same time tomorrow?” I asked.

“Yep, and be prepared to spar. I got some newbies coming over I want you to help me train. I think it’ll be good for you to get back in the UFC.”

“If they’ll even let me back in,” I mumbled.

Gabby linked her arm with mine and walked with me to my car. “You’ll get back in, Cam. And speaking of which, what are you going to do about a coach?”

Opening the door to my highly missed sports car, I threw my bag in the back. “I don’t know. Danny is out of the question unless I move to the mountains. I have to find someone else.”

“I have a suggestion,” she replied with a sly smile.

“I should have known better. Who?”

“You can train with us. My brother doesn’t train me every day because he knows I have Paxton, but at least we can help you get back in the game.”