Mason (Carter Brothers #2) - Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,39
us to come back in two days.
Walking outside to the others they all rush over to me, bombarding me with a million and one questions.
“They were ruthless. I honestly have never wanted to punch someone so much in my life. Your lawyer said not to take it to heart, but I couldn’t help not to when they were making me feel like the accused,’’ I growl.
“Oh God,’’ Harlow frowns, looking worried as hell. “I don’t think I can do this. Richard told me about the statement Davis had given to the police and I can’t believe he even thought up something like that.’’
“I know right, he has answers for everything, even for the first day in class when you moved away,’’ I tell her, hoping I’m allowed to talk about this with her.
“Come on; let’s go get a drink and some food. It’s been a long day,’’ Mason butts in the same time Malik walks up to Harlow and places his arms around her front.
“I’ve spoken to Richard; he said you can do a video link to give your testimony if you’re that worried. You won’t have to see Davis. They’ll see you, but you won’t see them, you’ll only hear the questions.’’
“That sounds like a good idea,’’ I tell her, wishing they offered that to me.
“I dunno. I’ll think about it. The thought of him watching me, and not seeing his reaction or what he does creeps me out. I don’t know why. Why can’t they just take him out of the room?’’ she whines as we make our way outside the door, nearly bumping into a group of people.
Mason stiffens and I look over his shoulder to see Davis’s older brother, the one in a gang, Carl, staring holes into us. Harlow doesn’t know who they are, which I’m grateful for and I’m about to do a victory dance that he or his family didn’t make a scene when he speaks up.
“Put your lying fucking slut on a lead Malik,’’ he shouts. Malik turns, his glare deadly as he stares down Carl.
“What the fuck did you just call her?’’ Malik thunders, stepping forward, but Max, Myles and Mason step closer to him.
“You heard me. My brothers in there looking to do some serious fucking time, all for a bitch who can’t keep her legs closed.’’
“Keep telling yourself that Cam,’’ Max sneers before Malik can open his mouth.
“It’s Carl,’’ Carl snaps, shooting daggers at Max.
“Like I care. You could be named Carlie and I wouldn’t give a fuck. What you need to worry about is buying shower gel for your brother. Soap won’t be good for a rapist in prison,’’ he snarls and Carl takes a step toward him when two security guards walk out, telling us to move on.
We listen, but the tension is still thick in the air and I’m glad when Myles suggests we go back to Wellingborough where my brother lives to find somewhere to eat.
Today has been long, and I can’t wait to get back home, showered and into bed. I’m so freaking tired I reckon I’ll fall asleep eating my food.
Chapter Eight
A banging noise in the distance wakes me up from my deep slumber. Still feeling tired I lay there listening, my head going over the previous day’s events.
After dinner Mason picked up on my tiredness and offered to bring me home. He also gave me a kiss on the cheek before leaving which had me feeling giddy and more awake than I was actually feeling.
Once I had showered I went straight to sleep, only to be woken up by something I obviously dreamt about.
Sitting up I rub at my tired eyes yawning. Needing a glass of water I throw my legs out of the bed and get up, but stop suddenly when I get closer to the door and hear glass shattering. Shaking, and stupidly, I open the door a crack, enough so I can peek my head out and look down the hall. The moonlight shines through the kitchen blinds casting a dim glow on the front room, and that’s when I see a darkened shadow moving in through the window.
Frozen, it takes me until I see the light reflect from a knife to shift myself into gear, shutting the door as quietly as I can and locking it, even though I know it won’t hold an intruder off. My heart is racing and it feels so loud against my temples I’m wondering if he can hear it too.