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Her father continued, “I hope it’s not that priest. Silas, wasn’t it? He’ll be dead the moment he steps foot here. The mayor’s men will make sure of it.”
“I was just saying my goodbyes. He was wondering why I left our apartment suddenly,” Sadie lied, managing to squeeze out one fake tear.
Her father grabbed her arm suddenly. “None of this would’ve happened if you didn’t run in the first place,” he hissed in her ear.
Sadie angrily shoved him away. She was done taking any crap from him. Sadie had done so her entire life. He’d never been much of a parent to her. He only saw her as an ATM. She understood that now. Momentarily surprised by her actions, he released her.
“Fuck you,” she told him. “You never did learn to clean up your own messes. If Mason ends up killing Emery and me, that’s two lives on your conscience. You’re going to hell, Dad.”
She breezed past his shocked face. Sadie never spoke back to him that way before, and it was liberating.
“But Mason says he loves you,” her father sputtered.
“Keep telling yourself that,” she told him, walking to the front door of Mason’s house.
One of the men frisked her, but didn’t give her tiny purse a second look. Maybe he didn’t think a gun could fit in there. Relief washed over her as she let herself inside, but that relief was momentary as another of the mayor’s men stopped her in her tracks.
“Miss White, this way,” he said.
Not trusting herself to speak, Sadie nodded. He led her to the living room, where Mason and his father were discussing business matters. The mayor gave her an uninterested look, then sighed.
She thought she would be more intimidated by Mason, but she wasn’t. All she saw was a childish bully, who always got his way thanks to his father. She’d been around real men, hard men. Mason wouldn’t survive a single second in Priest’s MC.
“I’ll be in the yard answering phone calls while you discuss your wedding plans with your runaway bride,” the mayor told his son.
The security guy who escorted Sadie lingered in the room. Maybe the mayor gave him orders to watch Mason and her closely. That wasn’t good news. She was hoping Mason and her could talk in private.
“I need privacy,” Mason snapped to the bodyguard. Relief filled her, although Sadie didn’t show it.
“She’s just one defenseless bitch. Do you think I’m incapable of handling her on my own?” Mason asked the guard when the guy didn’t budge.
The guard hesitated, then exited the living room, leaving Sadie utterly alone with a monster. His words rankled her.
Mason didn’t really believe she could be a threat, but that was a good thing, she told herself, clutching the purse. Don’t be too obvious, she reminded herself and tried to loosened up. She would keep her only trump card close, until the very last second.
“What wedding?” she asked. “We’re still going through with this farce? You’re unbelievable.”
“Of course, all the arrangements were made, even before you left, remember?” He cracked his knuckles.
Sadie kept her expression neutral. Showing any weakness would only excite Mason. He frowned at her, then sneered.
“That’s why my father made me promise to keep you intact … just until the wedding at least, but after that…” Mason left the ominous words hanging in the air.
Sadie said nothing, because there would be no wedding or honeymoon. There was only one man she was going to be with and it wasn’t Mason Prescott.
First, she had to extract herself from this mess first. Where were they keeping Emery? Upstairs in the attic? The basement?
“And Emery?” she asked.
Mason scowled, closing the distance between them. Every instinct in Sadie’s body urged her to back away, but that was what the old Sadie would do. The new Sadie stood her ground and refused to let this bastard intimidate her. Mason snapped his fingers in front of her face. She flinched.
“You should worry about yourself first,” Mason said.
“Should I?” Her mind raced.
What was his next move? Mason did mention he couldn’t do what he wanted to her until the wedding, but she knew better. Mason could still hit her in places a wedding gown would hide. That awful realization made her stomach lurch and Sadie reassured herself it wouldn’t come to that.
“What’s wrong with you? You look out of it. I hope you’re not high on anything, Sadie,” he warned, cupping her cheek.
