Page 8 of You're To Blame 2

Dad vacated the room.

Mason settled in beside me, pulling me into his arms. “Don’t cock block me again unless you plan on giving me some of that sweet little pussy you gave to my brother so eagerly.”

A chill shot up my spine. If I could have kneed him in the balls again, I would have.

“Come on, let’s go to the theater room and watch a movie.”

He grabbed my hand and led the way. How did he know where the theater room was? Had he broken into my house without our knowledge? The fucker must have.

Mason sat in the recliner and pulled me against his chest. The tiny hairs rose on the back of my neck. Oh, my God. He watched me and Tate. Was anything we’d done private?

SITTING ON A DESK INthe boiler room, I slipped a scrunchie around my hair. The smell of rusty pipes filled the air.

Matt then Rocco came into view.

“Well, if it isn’t our favorite teen witch,” Matt snickered.

“Funny.”

Rocco placed his laptop on the desk beside me. “I logged into the system and sent a message to your History teacher informing Mrs. Kipper you had an appointment with the school nurse.”

“That’s great. Gives us time to talk. We have to work fast guys. Mason upped our time table to get married.”

“How?” Matt’s brow creased as he loosened his navy tie.

“My dad overheard Mason mention marriage to me.” I smirked. “Dad, gave us his blessing.”

“We better work quick.” Rocco tapped away on his keyboard.

“I tracked the last time Douglas Forrester was in the states. Wouldn’t you know it was the week of Mason’s accident. I wonder who was buried in Mason’s grave.”

Matt hovered beside Rocco, glaring at the screen. “Doesn’t matter. Probably some poor kid who was already dead.”

“What else did you uncover?” Matt asked.

“Douglas hired a team of doctors who he brought from the UK. They were on his payroll for two years.”

My eyes widened. “Wow, so that’s how he nursed Mason back to health. Why can’t their father run the company?”

Matt tapped his index finger against his temple. “There has to be something higher at stake. Why else would it matter which heir ran the empire? There’s another piece to the puzzle. We just haven’t uncovered it yet.”

I slammed my fist on the desk. “Matt, but we will. We have to. The second Marisa returns to town, I want to know.”

“Will do, Chelsea.”

“If you two are done, I’ll show you guys what else I found.”

“By all means, Rocco we’re paying attention.”

“Ok.” He pointed at the screen.

“I dug up a picture of the Forrester London compound.” He pointed at the blue print.

“There are two unlabeled rooms on each wing of the house. One could have been used as a hospital room. The other room could be where Tate is being held.”

“Do you think Douglas knows Mason is holding Tate?”

“Matt, I think anything is possible when it comes to him. Tate’s grandfather knew he was coming to visit him. And Mason returned instead. The fact that he would use his grandsons for his personal gain, shows he only cares about his shitty legacy.”

---