Break Me (Brayshaw, #5)

by Meagan Brandy

A Brayshaw just kidnapped me. And I straight-up let him.

Brielle rubs her lips together. “You don’t always have to put your hands on people.” “You don’t always have to make me.”

“It doesn’t matter what she calls her, what that little girl feels is the love of a mother. Victoria is her mother, in every way that counts, and more.”

“So you gave them one.” Understanding, maybe a bit of realization, brings creases to his forehead. “You were strong for strangers. You helped them see there’s more. You were the hope to lost souls.”

I needed to see happiness, to catalog it, in case there came a time I couldn’t see at all.

I was born to love Brielle Bishop, so in the end, I would be here to save her, to give her back what she lost—her family. Her life. I was born to die for her, and that’s something I won’t hesitate to do. Something I’ll do with pride, for her.