Innocence Lost by CJ Bishop

 Innocence Lost

Innocence Lost by CJ Bishop Lost Book 2 (Part Two)
English | 2020 | Romance MM | ePUB | 2.9 MB

Born and raised in scenic Coos County, Oregon, CJ enjoys the small town atmosphere and down-to-earth country folk who populate the area. She is a single mother and lives with her 18-year-old daughter, 1 horse, 4 dogs and 6 cats deep in the country woodlands which gives her plenty of time to write.

Inside the walls of the wasteland prison, Clint and Cochise discover allies who join their mission to rescue the innocent.
Back home, Axel struggles with the burden of truth concerning the men; torn between honoring his promise of silence to detective Jordan—and speaking out to ease the fear of his friends and family.
TRIGGER WARNING: Contains references to and depictions of child abuse that may be difficult for some readers.

“We need to talk.”

His toes curling into the threads of the carpet, Axel fought to steady his words. “About… what?”

“Something important. I… I don’t want to talk about it over the phone.”

About the agents? About Clint?! Axel bit his tongue, swallowing the questions before they leapt out. The existing shakes that began the moment Clint was taken away—and hadn’t subsided since—intensified.

Is it bad news? The question vaulted from his tongue and he clamped his mouth shut seconds before it burst into spoken word. Did he want to know the answer? He couldn’t take more bad news. He was hanging by a thread as it was—one tiny shred more and that thread would snap.

“When?” Axel gripped the carpet harder with his toes as his legs trembled and turned to jelly. One hand stretched out and flattened against the wall, steadying him.

“As… as soon as possible,” the detective replied with a notable hitch that unnerved Axel all the more. “And…” Another unsettling pause. “… come alone.”

Come alone. Why?

Axel hadn’t asked.

“I’m sorry about asking you to come all the way out here. I just… I have some things to do and I didn’t want to drag the kids around with me, and I don’t feel right about asking Kane or the others to watch them when they’re dealing with their own stuff.” He was babbling and didn’t know why.

“It’s cool.” Dane squeezed his shoulder. “We told you—we’re here for you any time you need us. And besides…” He smiled and glanced at Luke and the twins on the sofa playing a video game. “… we don’t get the chance to spend near enough time with the kids as we’d like.”

Angel came down the hall and into the living room—Hope cuddled against his shoulder, fast asleep.

Dane gazed at his young husband with adoration and affection. “An angel holding an angel.”

Angel laughed quietly. “She is the true angel.” He softly kissed her head.

To say Hope was loved—was an understatement. No one could take Clint’s place in her life, but even so, she was in no shortage of love and affection.

“Thank you for doing this,” Axel murmured.

“Don’t have to thank us.” Angel gently adjusted the infant. “We need the practice.” He shot a quick look at Dane’s startled face, and winked.

“We do?” Dane arched his brow. Angel just smiled.

It took no effort at all to imagine the two men as daddies. At just nineteen, Angel already had the makings of a loving parent. In a sense, he’d become a parent the moment Maddy was born. He didn’t need practice—he was the greatest guardian Axel had ever met.

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