Clearwater’s Redemption by Tiffany Casper

When you’re called the Icer for your MC, it isn’t what you think. Maybe you think of someone that is cool and collected. Someone who uses a laid-back approach. However, you would be wrong, so wrong. Being the Icer means that I get the information by using any means necessary, having little to no morals whatsoever.
The only moral I really held close to me; children were never harmed. Period.
Whether that moral extends from my childhood and taking my first life when I was only seven years old, I couldn’t tell you. But now at thirty-five years old, those morals still have yet to change.
Rarely did I ever look in the mirror at my reflection. What I saw was a disgusting piece of human trash. Someone that had been degraded at such an early age, that which had the power to change me.
I’ve been set in my ways for all these years, never did I imagine that I would see a mere slip of a woman walk into my clubhouse, looking like my wet fucking dream.
I hadn’t remembered standing up, nor had I remembered walking over to her. What I did remember, was the first time I looked into her eyes.
You could say that I had another moral, you don’t take another man’s woman. And that has held true for three years until I had pulled up and seen a bruise on her beautiful face.
Now, though, she was in my house. And it was time for me to take everything she had to give.
Would I in turn give her everything I had to give, or would I allow my past to wreck my one and only shot at forever?
Because I knew that she was it for me.
Would she be my Redemption?