To Hate My Stepbrother

Ava’s POV

The glass of wine my mother was holding fell out of her hand and my stomach tightened in fear as I watched Mason stand in the way of Chad and the men.

“What the hell are you doing, Chad?” Mason asked and before we knew what was going on a gun was pointed to Mason’s temple, “we can settle this amicably just please take the gun away and let my parents go upstairs.” Mason pleaded with Chad.

“Go upstairs everyone!” Mason yelled but none of our parents wanted to leave him alone with Chad but when Mason yelled again they had no choice than to leave.

I couldn’t leave Mason down here and even when he’d desperately begged me to leave so I wouldn’t get hurt I remained adamant and stayed.

“Oh, how cute,” Chad’s voice brought us back to the present as we returned our gaze back to him, “But, I sure am not leaving any survivors.” He sneered through gritted teeth and raw fear gripped me.

“You took everything from me, Mason, and you really think I’ll let you live?” He asked, I could feel the painful sting of hot tears pleading to let themselves out.

“You took the company I’ve always wanted, you were also so smart that you found out our plans with the Company’s account,” he laughed cynically before abruptly stopping.

“And as if that wasn’t enough, you stole HER from me!” He screamed as he referred to me as what Mason stole from him, “I’m not leaving without her and I’m sure as hell getting everything you took from me back.” He spat as he kicked Mason in his groin.

Walking towards me, Chad’s eyes were so red that I could see the anger and desperation in them. He took a step closer to me and I kept taking one back until I couldn’t anymore.

“If only you’d stayed with me, if only you loved me just as much as you love that son of a bitch then you won’t be losing all that you’re about to lose right now!” His voice sent a jolt of fear through me and I jumped.

“You’re getting married?” He asked amidst laughter, “I saw a stupid show about it and best believe it won’t happen because I won’t let it.” He affirmed.

All the words he said grinded between his teeth as they made their way out, his hand tightened around my neck for a while, depriving me of air before releasing me.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“Pl…. Please,” I coughed, stuttering as I spoke, “don’t do this Chad, please.” I begged but Chad was already blinded by rage and determination.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do, not now, not ever,” he spat at me before turning to face Mason, “Unlock your safe and put everything you have in there in this bag.” He ordered, dropping the carrier bag on the floor for Mason to keep the money in.

Mason was trying to unlock the safe when he changed his mind and in one swift move he knocked the gun out of Chad’s hand and managed to shoot his leg but swiftly, Mason got shot too.

“Oh my god!” I yelled, covering my mouth with my palm as I stared at Mason’s bleeding arm, “Please, please, don’t hurt him. I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t hurt him please.” I pleaded desperately.

The sight of Mason in pain made my breathing pace and my stomach churned, my heart had broken into a million pieces and I silently prayed that he’ll be fine.

“I know everything, I know the passwords to all of the accounts and I’ll help you, I will give you what you want, I’ll sign whatever just please, please let him go.” I begged profusely, the words rolling out of my tongue like I would get killed if it didn’t come out fast enough.

“If it isn’t a true love story.” Chad mocked as he pulled me up by my hair but I didn’t struggle. I would do anything to make Chad leave us alone.

Mason’s life is in danger and if the passcode to the safe will make Chad leave us alone so that I can rush Mason to the hospital for medical attention.

“We’ll take her with us,” Chad threw me like I was some sort of object and one of the men held me tightly, “You’ll give us access to all of the accounts and we’ll let you go.” He added but I knew it was a lie.

If he could shoot Mason without caring if he loves or dies then I’m sure even my life meant nothing to him, “I’ll come with you. Don’t take her.” Mason begged.

He struggled to stand but was unable to, he was losing a lot of blood and I could tell that he was getting weak.

“So you can make a blood trail? Hell no. You’re lucky I haven’t even killed you yet.” Chad spat as he got to me and took me from the man that was holding me.

We were on our way out and we had barely gotten to the door when the cops barged in the house and gently asked Chad, who was already holding me hostage and using me as a shield to get away from the police, to let me go.

“I’ll kill her if you don’t back off.” He shouted, the cold gun buried in my temple and I swallowed down hard on the bike that was at the back of my throat.

Swiftly, the police shot one of the men dead at once and I could tell that Chad was scared because his hand began to shake and he pushed me away from his hold.

“I haven’t done anything, let me go!” He screamed in fear as the police pinned him to the ground and cuffed him.

Hurriedly, I crawled to Mason and he was soaked in his own blood, his eyes darted across the room as they opened and closed and I tried my best to keep them open.

“You’re fine.” He coughed, lifting his other arm to pull me down so I could kiss him. After a while his arm left my neck and I could barely hear him breathe.

“No, No.”