Twisted Collide: The new sports romance in the Redville Saints series
Twisted Collide: Chapter 77

My hands tap nervously on my thighs as I wait for Dane to return. He went to call Molly. He needs to tell her.

I will never take the trust he gave to me today for granted. No matter how this all plays out, I will stand by his side.

Hopefully, it doesn’t get to that, though.

Something tells me this man has zero proof and won’t be taken seriously. However, I understand that it will be hard on everyone if it’s brought to light, even if there’s no evidence to corroborate it.

This will look bad for not only Dane but also the team and Molly.

There is no doubt in my mind that everyone who matters will take Dane’s side. At the time, he had no choice. He needed to protect his sister, and he did what he had to do.

A minute later, Dane strolls back into the room. His head is tilted down, and his fingers twist together.

This man doesn’t look like the man I know.

He looks weighed down by guilt.

I stand immediately and cross the space, throwing my arms around his body and pulling him into a tight embrace. We stand there for a long time, just holding each other. Then Dane leads me to the couch, and I lean my head to rest on his shoulder. The steady rise and fall of his breath calms me as he scrolls through his phone.

Time seems to pass slowly, my brain moving in a million directions, and I soon grow restless. My head tips up, and I see Dane frowning at his phone.

“What are you doing?”

“Just looking to see how long ago I called her.” He’s worried. I can understand. It can’t be easy to tell her all these years later what he did.

I lift my hand and touch his jaw, slowly caressing his skin. “Everything is going to be okay.”

“I hope so.” He gives me a weak smile. He doesn’t believe me.

I drop my hand from his face, and instead move to kneel in front of him. “Molly will understand.”

He looks down at me, his gaze meeting mine. His eyes are glassy and tired. “How do you know?”

“She loves you. You do realize that she’s an incredibly smart woman. She could do anything in the world, but she chooses to work with you, to help you, and she does that because she loves you.”

“She does it because she feels indebted to me, which is insane.”

I lift my hands and place them on his thighs. “Dane—”

“Now, what do we have here?” Molly’s question cuts me off. When did she get to the house?

Shit.

I pull back, dropping my arms. Dane and I never spoke about what we were going to tell her. My mouth opens and shuts as I try to replace words to explain why I’m kneeling in front of her brother, but Dane beats me to the punch and answers the question. “Josephine and I are together,” he tells her as I stand and sit beside him on the couch again.

“It’s about damn time. I’m happy you got your head out of your ass.” She laughs, and I peer up at her. She’s smiling broadly, and it makes my heart feel lighter. If she’s happy about it, maybe my father will be too. It gives me hope. “Is that why I had to come? You need help telling Robert.”

Dane shakes his head, and my body vibrates from the movement. “Unfortunately not. It’s actually something else I need your help with, and it’s bad.”

“Wow, that’s not too ominous.”

“I think maybe you should sit.” Dane gestures to the chair.

“Maybe we all should,” I say.

With a sigh, Dane drops his arms from around me but takes my hand in his as he leads us to sit together on the couch.

He never lets go of me. Something tells me it’s because he needs my added strength to get through this.

Fifteen minutes later, Dane finishes telling Molly everything. Tears stream down her face.

“It’s not your fault. I don’t blame you.”

“How could you not—”

“Stop right there. Why did you get into a fight, Dane?”

“To protect a girl. I heard the scream and, well, just reacted. I had to get him off her.”

“Exactly.”

Dane shakes his head. “I don’t understand.”

“You were doing what you do. You protect. You’re a protector, and it’s why we love you. Listen to me right now . . . only Dad is to blame for our parents’ deaths. I know you think I was too young, but I remember. I was in the car with him that night. He shouldn’t have been driving. Mom wanted to drive. Did you know that?”

“No.”

“Well, she did, and in his typical abusive way, he berated her, and ultimately, he drove. That’s the reason they’re dead. Not you. And as for the game, you had to. You have no idea what our uncle was like. The man was a bad man. He hated Dad. He hated you. And the way he felt about me? You saved my life, and I will never fault you for what you did.”

“What do you mean I saved your life?”

“He was abusive when he drank, which was always. He lost his temper. There is no question he would have hurt me if I had lived with him.”

“Did he hurt you, Molly?” Dane grits out through clenched teeth.

Molly looks away from him, choosing to stare at the ground instead. “He did.”

From where I’m sitting, I see Dane clench his fist. “I’ll kill him.”

“He only physically hurt me once, and I’m not stupid, Dane. I took pictures.”

“That’s not answering the question. There is more than one way to hurt a person.”

“Fine. He hurt me.”

“How did I not know?”

“Because, Dane, I knew how protective you were of me. And I knew I could never live with him, so I made sure to get evidence when he did lay his hands on me.”

“Molly.”

She shrugs.

“I can’t believe how strong you are.”

“You gave up your life for me.”

“I’d do anything for you.”