Page 42 of Grace's Redemption
“Where we going?” Derrick asked.
“The landing.” Mase said as if he didn’t have to think about it.
“We’re really doing this?” Derrick said under his breath.
“Mase, listen to—”
“Not another fucking word.” Mase said, but it wasn’t his words that shut me up this time. It was the shiny chrome 9mm pointed at my head.
It was Mattie’s. I had his in the center console of my truck. I never gave it back.
I sat back on the ground and crossed my legs, never taking my eyes off the gun or the man holding it.
I stared into Mase’s eyes, pleaded with him to calm down and give me a minute to explain. He wasn’t listening. At least not to me. He had his own agenda for the evening.
I took one last look, but all I saw was the cold hard steel not in the gun, but reflected in Mase’s eyes. I never thought I would see it when he looked at me, but it was there.
Hate.
Mase hated me and it crushed my world.
I clutched my stomach and hugged myself as I sunk back down on my ass. Never taking my eyes away from his.
I absorbed the hate and let it enter me.
I needed to use every bit of it if I was going to survive the night or the rest of my life.
Mase had orders to get rid of me.
He picked a fucked up time to start taking orders from his father.
