Mason (Carter Brothers #2) - Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,90
fingers feel like they’re squeezing in the same spot as he did before, it hurts that much. I cry out with pain and clench my eyes shut.
“Yeah? Maybe I’ll let you fucking rot down here with that dead bitch. See who fucking suffers the most then, bitch. I’m going to kill you fucking slowly. I’ll make you scream so loud you’ll pass out. You’re going to regret fucking answering back to me,’’ he growls, spit flying in my face when he talks.
“Drop dead,’’ I cry, hating the fact I’m showing enough to let him know I’m scared and he’s hurting me. My face is going numb, and my hands are itching to wipe the spit off my face.
He shoves me harder into the wall and luckily I sort of prepared for it and made sure only my head and the top of my shoulders made impact, not wanting to cause harm to my unborn baby girl. When he’s gone I’ll try finding a way out, until then, I need him to think I’m stuck here.
Which, I most likely will be if I don’t get out of these chains.
Chapter Eighteen
MASON
The night has gone so fucking slow; I don’t know how I’ve not managed to beat the ever loving shit out of someone.
They arrested Vivian, Denny’s mom, not long ago and have had her in for questioning. She was found with Denny’s purse and phone, but so far the bitch isn’t talking. The only thing we know for a fact is she had Denny’s purse and phone, two suitcases full of clothes and a plane ticket out of the country.
I’ve begged and pleaded to have five minutes alone with the woman, but the police won’t let me. I’ve never wanted to hurt a woman in all my life until now. It should scare the shit out of me; that this anger, this hate is boiling up inside of me to the point I’d actually follow through with strangling the life out of that woman. She’s supposed to be her fucking mother. I know I can’t be surprised, look at my own parents. But for Denny, she doesn’t deserve parents like that, especially not a mother who has put her life in danger.
A phone rings in the background and I lift my head up, listening to see if it’s the police with more news.
“Hello,’’ I hear Harlow answer, before her breath hitches. Even in another room I can hear the fear in her voice. “Oh My God! Denny? Denny? Oh my God. Guys,’’ she screams and I fly off the stool and into the front room, the rest of the boys behind me. I push Harlow out of the way, not really meaning to. I settle us both until we’re both staring in complete horror at the screen.
“Shut the fuck up,’’ a male voice roars, and I watch as Harlow clicks record to tape the video chat. A knife shoots out, pressing against Denny’s throat and I go to grab it, before realising that I can’t.
“No,’’ I whisper, feeling my eyes harden. I’m going to fucking obliterate whoever this fucker is. My heart aches not being able to hold her. She’s covered in dirt, her face looks red and her cheeks are bright red, tears coursing down them like a stream. I’d do anything right about now to save her, to trade positions.
“Are you okay, babe?’’ I ask, wishing my voice didn’t sound so dry, so clogged up.
She nods her head yes, fresh tears running down her face and the knife presses harder into her neck, a red line marking how much pressure he’s using and she cries out. Her cry has me stepping forward, and I cry out with frustration, running my hands through my hair.
“Fuck baby, it’s okay. It’s going to be okay,’’ but she doesn’t hear me over her own cries.
“Harlow, Harlow, I need you to... I need,’’ she cries out, her breath hitching like she’s struggling with what to say and that hurts more. Knowing he’s forcing her to say something she clearly doesn’t want to say.
“Fucking speak to her now you bitch, or have you forgotten that I’ll slice your throat? Maybe I’ll cut that baby out of you first,’’ he sneers, and I make a growling sound, my fists clenching into tight fists. She looks so scared, so petrified, it’s killing me. My whole body is shaking with adrenaline and I wish the fucker was standing right in front of me.