Razor: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance(61)

“You both are going to regret this,” Brian said sadly as we passed. He looked like he wanted to pursue us, but he obviously didn’t want to to take a chance Andre might shoot him. “It’s not fair to you or to Maddy!” he yelled.

As we reached the door and opened it, ready to flee down the hall, Andre called out.

“Razor!”

Mason paused, and we both tossed glances over our shoulders. Maddy was fuming, glaring at us with hatred, while Brian was eyeing us with disappointment.“Yeah?”

Andre grinned and saluted Mason with respect. “I always thought you were one bad ass hacker.”

A slight smile played across Mason’s handsome features. “Thanks.”

Then we turned and walked out.



* * *



The faire was still going strong when we made it back to the street and Mason and I quickly blended into a crowd of revelers. The only problem we had now was getting to the meeting place in time and finding someone who could patch up Mason’s head.

“You did a great job back there by shoving Maddy on cue,” Mason complimented me, holding his head where he was hit by Andre as we slowly moved through the crowd.

Mason shook his head. “If you hadn’t done that, the crazy bitch would’ve shot me, I’m sure of it.”

“You might be right, but I could see hesitation in her eyes.” I motioned at his head. “We’ve got to get that patched up,” I said with concern.

“Not before we get the hell out of here. This place will be swarming with cops soon, if what Dad said was true.”

“Are you sure?” I asked. “That wound looks bad.”

“I’ll be fine,” Mason said firmly. “We can’t afford to linger for too long.”

We walked in silence for a little before I asked, “What do you think Brian is going to do?”

“He’ll probably wait until the cops get there and tell them what happened.”

I tried to be optimistic. “Maybe he will, maybe he won’t.”

Mason snorted with derision. “He just wants to see me punished for something — for anything.”

“But you know what? I think he knows now, deep down, that what you did was right. I just have that feeling.”

Mason frowned. “I don’t know about that, but maybe. Before I would’ve said no, but he did at least seem to care that I might get shot.” There was hope in Mason’s voice as if he saw there could be a reconciliation in the future and it made me feel more than a little happy as we continued off into the night.





Epilogue





Several Weeks Later




“Mayor Bradley was arrested at his townhouse early this morning on murder charges,” announced the newscaster as footage of the arrest flashed across the screen. In it, Bradley could be seen being pulled out of the house in his pajamas, his hands cuffed behind his back.

In the background, his wife held a hand over her mouth in horror as she watched her husband being put into a police vehicle, her children watching from the windows with frightened expressions.

“When pressed for comment, Bradley only said that he is innocent and that he will prove it once he has his day in court.

But there are those who say the Mayor is guilty as charged, and are rallying to see that he never see the light of day. One such person is Ashley Collins’ mother, Rosemary Collins, who was staging a protest outside of Bradley’s multi-million dollar home at the time of his arrest.”

The camera cut to footage of Rosemary being interviewed in front of Bradley’s home while protestors shouted in the background.

“If you ask me, the man should have never been elected Mayor in the first place. He was a damn crook from the very beginning and I don’t know what people saw in him,” she said.

“And what do you hope the outcome of this trial will be?” the reporter asked, holding a microphone in her face.

“That my daughter gets justice,” Rosemary sniffed.

“And what’s justice for you, ma’am?”

“Fry ‘em,” Rosemary said with a flat expression. “Fry him like bacon on a skillet. And Lord, I want to be there when they do. Ashley will be watching from heaven, smiling right along with me. You can bet your sweet ass on it.”

The reporter looked like he was holding back a laugh, knowing that would never happen even if he was found guilty.

We’d heard all we needed to hear, and Mason closed down the screen on the laptop. We were watching the clip on youtube. I looked up at him from where I was snuggled against his chest and smiled.

Once we escaped across the border, we’d taken Mason to a hospital where they basically just slapped a bandage on it and told us to go. Thankfully the blood had just made it look a little worse than it was.

“Well will you look at that?” he murmured, kissing me on the forehead. We were lying in a King sized bed after just making love, staying in one of the best hotels Mexico City had to offer. The luxurious suite was at the top of the building and had sweeping views of the city. I absolutely loved it. “Justice was served after all.”

“You think he’ll get the death penalty?” I asked, running my finger across his bare chest, enjoying the feeling his flesh.

“Of course not. But hopefully he spends the rest of his life in jail trying to repent for what he did.”