Page 26 of You're To Blame 2

“Marisa was an easy ploy. She’d do anything for Mason,” he laughed hysterically.

“She set up her own father. Extorting money from him was like taking candy from a baby. I received a million dollars in my account today from Mr. Brauner. The moment I can prove the baby she’s carrying is Masons, he’ll pay out another two million dollars. Men will do anything to preserve their marriages. What billionaire wants to divorce his wife. Especially one without a prenup.”

Mason helped me onto the sofa.

He stalked toward his grandfather, grabbing him up by his shirt. “You know how I feel about Marisa. Yet, here I am marrying Chelsea. The moment we’re married, I’m done bending to your will. Fuck you, old man,” he growled.

Mason scooped me off the sofa.

“You are being disrespectful to me. How dare you,” he yelled.

Mason continued out of the office. He sat me on a stool in the kitchen. The staff bustled around us.

“I am sorry, Chelsea. Do you need a minute? Or would you like to return to the party?”

“You know what I want.”

His face twisted. “I need fresh air.”

Head in my hands, I pondered on everything said in that office tonight. He extorted money from our families to continue his life style. Mindlessly, I wandered up the backstairs to my guest quarters. I glanced in the bathroom mirror, running my fingers over the red and purple marks on my neck. Tears burst forth and I slumped over the sink.

“Why? Why?” I screamed.

My boyfriend wouldn’t bend to his grandfather’s ways so he was thrown in a dungeon like a criminal. He committed no crime. He did an honorable thing. Tate refused to be unjust.

I knew Mason had feelings for Marisa. He was so hell bent on making Tate pay he lost sight of his love for the woman who’s stuck by him through all of his bullshit.

Someone pounded on the door. I flinched. Oh my god, was it his grandfather coming to torment me again?

“Chelsea, it’s Matt. I am coming in.”

He stepped toward me and his eyes widened. “What happened to your neck?”

“Their grandfather choked me.” I sobbed.

Matt pulled me into his arms, holding me tight. “I will kill that bastard.”

“No, forget about him.” I turned on the faucet and leaned into his ear. There might be listening devices around the house. We couldn’t take any chances.

“We have to stick to the plan. We can only trust ourselves. I have to pull myself together or he’ll kill Tate.” I choked out.

I had to play my part to keep my boyfriend alive. “We won’t leave without him. How many weapons did you bring?”

“Four.”

“Change of plans. I am coming with you.”

“Do you know how to shoot a gun?”

“Of course, what southern girl doesn’t. My granddaddy and me had gone hunting over the years. We need to ask for Megan’s help. If she can create a diversion you and I can slip past the guards.”

“I’ll talk to Megan. At eight on the nose, we need to slip into the basement.”

I pulled back. “Thanks for checking on me. I will meet you downstairs. I need to cover up the bruising.”

His lips tightened. “Do you know what I want to do to him?”

“Yes, Matt.”

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