Be My Brayshaw (Brayshaw High #4)(110)
Time ticks in slow seconds and then the line goes dead.
I scream, throwing the phone across the car. “You useless piece of shit!”
I bite into my cheek as my vision clouds, and my chest fucking knots until I can’t breathe.
Please.
Please no.
Please. Let me get there in time.
I’m coming, Zoey.
Daddy’s coming.
Chapter 36
Victoria
I get my pants over my ass, quickly buttoning them and spin on my heels as Mallory pushes up into a sitting position, her hand going to the back of her head.
She gasps, shaking when she feels the blood there. “Oh my god.”
Her eyes fly to mine, tears big and bright. “What the hell is the matter with you—”
“Shut up,” I shout, grabbing her purse from the table and pouring it out. “Where are your keys?”
“Victoria, what’s going on?”
“Where the fuck are your keys, Mallory?!” I scream, rubbing at my temples as the ache there doubles.
“You didn’t know,” she rasps.
My head snaps up to hers.
“He said you knew.” She shakes her head frantically. “That the three of us were leaving together.” She points to the corner and my eyes zone in on a set of suitcases, tucked away in the corner. “Mike said he had a few things to do before we could go, and that he’d drop you off with me today so we could talk once he was gone, but he didn’t go until just before Captain got here. Victoria, I met with Captain yesterday, asked him to come today, but not for me. For you. I wanted to give you the goodbye I stole.”
My jaw flexes. “Keys.”
She points to the fireplace and I dash across the room.
“He set us up,” I tell her, grabbing the keys. “He’s going after Zoey.”
“Why set me up? We wanted the same thing. Why go after her?”
My glare swings her way. “Because he knows I love her, and that I would never leave her,” I all but growl, rushing for the exit. “And he knows you’re a psychotic bitch who manifested some sort of relationship in your head when there never was one, which meant you’d be easy to control, and even easier to toss out in the end.”
“Victoria!” she shouts as I step out the entryway. “Did you ever care about me?”
I freeze a moment.
She doesn’t deserve my answer, not after all the shit she’s pulled, yet still I find myself looking into her eyes for what I hope will be the last time.
“No.” I slam the door shut, jump into her car, and head home.
Captain
As the mansion comes into view, I spot my brothers jumping from their SUV, but as I slam on my brakes, dirt flies around, blocking my view.
I jump out, running straight ahead.
Maddoc’s feet hit the porch as Royce’s meet the side of the house, when our dad’s voice shouts out.
“Boys!”
For a split second that plays out in slow fucking motion, as if time has stopped, Maddoc’s gaze meets mine, and the panic and fear is mirrored in his. I swear to fucking God, our hearts hit the dirt as unimaginable images flash before us.
We make it around the house to find him pushing to his feet, dirt and blood covering the lower part of his dress shirt.
“Raven?!” Maddoc shouts.
“Pool house, Zoey too,” he calls with a cough. “Mike got away.”
Fuck!
We cut right, dashing straight there.
I reach it first, throwing the door open and we shove inside.
A large iron skillet comes swinging from the right, smashing right into my face, and I stumble into my brothers as her body swings around, a gun in her right hand and pointed directly between my eyes.
Raven’s eyes widen, blood dripping from a small cut over her left cheek.
Her body slumps as she realizes it’s us, and Maddoc flies by just in time to catch her in his arms. Tears pour from her eyes in an instant and she drops the gun, wrapping her hands around Maddoc’s neck as her eyes fly to mine. “In the closet,” she cries.
I snatch a throw blanket off the armchair and wipe the blood from my nose and lip with it as I fly down the hall and into the room.
I throw the closet door open. “Zoey...”
She doesn’t answer.
“Zoey!” I panic, pushing clothes around. “Zoey, baby girl, where are you?”
Fuck, fuck.
No, no, no...
“Zoey!” I boom, shoving shit around until I get to the back corner.
My chest caves as I push aside the last row of clothing, and I swallow, glaring at the blanket tucked back beneath them.
I grab the heavy cotton and pull.
And my body grows a thousand times heavier, too fucking heavy, my head falling to the side.
There she is, headphones covering her little ears, Raven’s phone in hand, a video playing on the screen.
I collapse, hitting my knees against the hardwood beneath them and her little head snaps up.
My baby girl.
She smiles, but it quickly falls from her face and she pushes the headphones off. She reaches out, gently placing her soft hand on my cheek and my eyes pool with tears. “You got owies, Daddy?”