Mason (Carter Brothers #2) - Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,37
think it’s a good idea though. You’ve just been sick,’’ he points out.
“I know, I was there,’’ I tell him, giving him a ‘duh’ look.
“Christ!’’ is all he says before opening the door to four worried looking faces. “Oh and before anyone says anything, not my idea.’’
“What happened to your eye?’’ I gasp when I see Max’s black eye.
“Walked into a door,’’ he whispers looking like a lost puppy. Malik, Myles and Mason all look over to him with shocked faces. My arms reach out to touch him, but he flinches like I’m about to hit him. Harlow giggles from the left of me and I give her a glare.
“It’s not funny. Who hurt you Max?’’ I urge, wondering why his brothers haven’t kicked their asses.
“Mason,’’ he squeaks out, his eyes wide and full of fear.
I turn so quickly, pointing my finger hard into Mason’s chest. “You say you’re sorry to your brother right now, Mason. You can’t go around hitting people for no good reason,’’ I snap, shoving my finger at him again.
“Trust me; there was a reason,’’ Malik mumbles amused.
Ignoring him my head turns back to Mason, giving him a warning glare. “Now!’’ I shout loudly causing a few customers to turn our way.
“I’m not fucking saying sorry to him,’’ He growls, sending Max glares over my head. He steps forward as if to attack Max again and I hold my hand out to stop him. I turn around to take Max to get some ice when I catch him grinning smugly at Mason. He soon loses it when he sees me looking.
“It really does hurt Mase, you should say you’re sorry,’’ he whimpers.
Knowing I’m being played for a fool, I play along walking over to Max. “Oh dear Max, we should get this looked at,’’ I tell him sympathetically. He gives me a sad pout which would have been so believable had he not been grinning smugly two minutes ago. “Let’s take a look,’’ I say and he leans his head down for me to look at his eye, that’s when I notice his eyes roam to my chest. I poke hard over the forming bruise and grin smugly when he howls in pain.
“What was that for?’’ he cries.
“One for trying to make me look like a fucking idiot, second, for doing something to piss Mason off and three, for looking down my dress at my tits,’’ I growl.
“You looked at her tits,’’ Mason snaps, the front of his body pressing against my back.
“Oh no you don’t, Rambo, let’s get to court. We’re going to be late.’’
“Holy shit! Malik we’re going to be late. That’s not going to look good if we’re late,’’ Harlow cries, rushing over to grab our bags.
We all head out of the cafe and make our way to the court house. When we reach the courts, all of a sudden the sickness feeling swarms my belly again and I know for a fact I’m not going to get through this day without emptying my stomach again.
Great!
It didn’t take me long to go talk through what I’m supposed to say in the court room with Harlow’s lawyer. Not that he needed to remind me, or prep me. I’d never be able to forget what a jerk Davis was to her.
“Denny Smith, please make your way to court room one,’’ a woman’s voice calls over the intercom. All witnesses have been put in a separate room, so I won’t be able to see Harlow or anyone until after I give my statement.
Mason argued with the lawyer to make an exception, telling him about me being sick and really shouldn’t be alone, but the lawyer was having none of it.
Standing up on shaky legs I make my way to the door where the security personnel bloke is waiting for me.
“Follow me Miss,’’ he says and I follow him to court room one, my face heating because of the nerves pumping through my body. My heart is beating so fast I’m afraid it’s going to burst. It only escalates when I see Davis sitting in the defendant box making my skin crawl.
After finding out why the court has been adjourned so many times, all I want to do is scream at him.
He’s telling the courts he’s not guilty, that the bodily assault on Harlow was caused by Malik when he found them about to sleep together. And that Harlow is trying to say it was him to protect Malik or some bullshit. He’s also got an answer