Page 82 of Mase
My body somehow becomes almost impossibly more tense than ever. Finished with me?
“Those babies inside her will be worth a small fortune, and you said you can hack into anything? Surely, someone would be willing to pay for them?”
My heart stutters.
They want my babies. My hand trembles over my stomach,but Hugh looks completely composed, as always, and that only worries me more. How can he say such things?
These men, along with the ones outside, aren’t going to let me leave here, and with no way of letting Mase or Travis know where I am, how the hell am I going to get us out of this?
Pure horror grips me, and my legs almost give way. I’m only too pleased to have the foresight to slap my hands against the wall to steady my body as it slumps to the floor in complete terror.
Please help me.
FIFTY
MASE
The momentwe step out of the SUV, a man opens the downstairs entrance and heads toward us. He puts his hand in his jacket, but before he has a chance to make another move, Owen pops a bullet in his head.
“Like that, is it?” I smirk at him.
“Kill on sight.” The firmness of his words sends a ripple of anxiety through me, another confirmation of the severe danger my family is in.
Owen opens the downstairs door and steps inside, and I follow with my Glock in hand and ready to go.
There’re six flights of stairs ahead of us, and Owen signals for me to cover him as he quietly heads up the staircase. The moment he is halfway up the first flight, a shadow looms on the flight above him. Without a second thought, I fire my weapon, and he tumbles down the stairs, the sound causing a barrage of footsteps from above us. Owen nods at me, and we surge up the stairs, and I’m only too grateful for my gym sessions, every single one of them.
Bullets are fired in all directions, and when Owen jolts back against the wall with his T-shirt soaked in blood, I mentally kick myself for not being quick enough to respond against the assailant, but manage to get a bullet in him before he takes advantage of Owen’s predicament. “You okay?” I ask, eyeing his bloody shoulder.
His lip twitches. “Go get your girl. I’m right behind you.” He tips his head toward the stairs, and I don’t have to be told twice. Now it’s him having my back as I stride up the stairs two at a time. My heart pounds harder with each step I take, knowing I’m getting closer to Summer but potentially putting her more in danger. Hugh and his scumbags are no doubt aware of our presence by now.
I duck and deliver a bullet to the bastard’s neck at the top of the stairs, then jump out of the way as he rolls headfirst down them like a sack of potatoes.
My chest heaves, and I scowl at the door in front of me, but Owen’s hand on my chest makes me pause. He holds up his hand with his palm spread out and counts down on his fingers.
Five.
My rapid breaths fill the smoke-filled space.
Four.
I lick my lips, praying Summer and my babies are unharmed.
Three.
Just the thought of someone touching her sends a wild fury through me.
Two.
Every cell comes alive with the need for retribution.
One.
I kick the door in and aim my gun.
Hugh’s face falls. One hand is full of money, and I quickly realize he’s currently not a threat. I step inside and spin onmy sneakers when I witness some punk getting up close and very fucking personal with my girl.
The red haze I’ve been fighting to keep in check is back at full capacity, and I quickly pop two bullets in the back of both his kneecaps, causing him to drop to the floor. I rush forward and take Summer’s tear-streaked face in the palms of my hands, and just like that, my fury is heightened. I’m going to make these fuckers pay. Every fucking inch of them will pay in blood.
