Chapter 71

“Why can’t you just fucking die?” Mason screamed at Chase, waving the gun about. “How the hell did you even manage to escape the bomb on the plane?”

The plane crash! Anger welled up deep in Chase’s abdomen, anger so raw and overpowering it blunted the pain in his shoulder. Flashes of the dead bodies, the girl he buried on the island, the suffering they went through at the hands of the pirates, it all came rushing back to him. Mason was responsible for all of it.

“You… It was you.” Chase growled out.

“Yes, shocking, isn’t it.” Mason chuckled, “And you survived. Do you have any idea what it felt like seeing your face every day and knowing you killed Amanda? Did you know she was pregnant?” He wiped some spittle from his lips, his pupils dilated. He waved the firearm about like a madman. “That’s why I took Christine. You owe me a life.”

Two shots fired. There would be four left in the chamber. He waited for Mason to come closer.

Chase suppressed a groan. He was not going to give Mason the