Mason (Carter Brothers #2) - Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,97
I’m imagining these things and it’s really just in anger.
All I know is that when I hear them moving closer, I find the strength to grab the pole tighter, and stand up, swinging wildly in front of me. If I’m going to die anyway, I’m not going to do it sitting down.
“Denny...Denny!’’ A voice roars sounding broken and strangled, and I have to blink back the tears pooling my eyes.
I gasp loudly, a loud sob roaring from my throat and I would have followed the metal pole falling to the floor had it not been for Mason catching me in his arms.
“Am I dreaming? Are you really here?’’ I ask, my heart praying like hell this is real.
“I’m here Angel, this is real and we’re going to get you out of here,’’ he says softly, tears falling from his own eyes. He tries to hide them, wiping them off with the back of his hands, but it’s too late, I’ve seen them.
“We?’’ I ask in a small voice, desperate for a drink to soothe my sore throat.
“Yeah, we, darling,’’ another voice says and I look up to find Maverick and...”Evan, what are you doing here?’’ I cry.
“Long story, sis, first, let’s get you out of these chains, yeah?’’
I nod my head, my arms flying around Mason’s neck, my tears not drying for anyone. “You came for me. I didn’t think you’d find me. I’m so sorry for walking out on you,’’ I sob.
“Angel, please don’t cry. I’ll always find you. I’m never letting you go. Ever! Where you go, I go.’’
“Okay,’’ I smile then watch as my brother rushes back down the stairs with bolt cutters.
“What the fuck is that smell?’’ Maverick grunts unhappily.
“Mason. You need to call the police.’’
“Why? What’s wrong? We know who had you and we’ve got it covered, babe.’’
“No. The smell, it’s...it’s Hannah,’’ I cry, sadly.
“Hannah?’’ Maverick asks confused, looking around the room.
“She’s under there,’’ I whisper. “He showed her to me,’’ I tell them, never wanting to see that again. “Please don’t uncover her. I can’t take it.’’
The chain falls to the floor with a loud clang, and I feel the pressure lessening when my wrists are released. As soon as I’m free I lift my hand up to my chest, rubbing my wrist from where the chain cut into me.
“The police and ambulance are on their way,’’ my brother tells us and I look at him confused.
“Why did mom want me dead, but not you?’’ I ask, and then feel bad about asking. “Shit! Not that I’d rather you be here, or for me to be here for that matter, but why just me?’’
“I don’t know sis,’’ he sighs. “All I know is dad has some explaining to do when it comes to that woman.’’
I take in his hard face when he says woman, and I know I’m missing something important. I ignore it and finally move my legs, nearly falling from the weakness in them.
“Whoa, whoa, hold up there. Let’s get you out of here. Here, let me help,’’ Mason rushes out. He places my arm over his shoulder for me to lean my weight on him, and then continues to place his other arm around my waist to support me further. He slowly helps me over to the stairs and a feeling of relief and security monopolizes me.
“I’m so tired,’’ I yawn as we hit the morning air outside.
“Are you hurt?’’ he asks moving to stand in front of me. He takes in my face and I know now that we’re in the daylight he will see the bruises that are on my cheeks and face. Not only has Carl backhanded me, he’s grabbed me, shoved me and even had a kick at my legs. I don’t even want to go there and tell him I had to pee in front of him. The fact I managed to cover myself up doesn’t seem important, it’s the fact that he was still there, staring at me like I was on display.
“I’m fine.’’
“What about the baby? Is she okay?’’
“I’d know if something was wrong, right? I mean, I haven’t felt her move since earlier, but I haven’t bled or had any pains,’’ I tell him truthfully, but I’d still rather be checked over. Better to be safe than sorry.
The ambulance sirens echo across the field and I’ve never been so glad to be another step farther away from this place. When Mr. Gunner finds out about this I’m unsure what he’ll do next. When