Seventy: Mia Crescent

Seventy

Mia Crescent

I knew the minute that Mason arrived. I could feel him. Stacy was unconscious and tied to a chair. Without thinking, I left her alone and ran from the bakery down the stairs to the front where Mason had only just gotten out of his truck. “Mason!” I called out.

He ran to me, picked me up, and twirled me around in his arms as he kissed me. I could only feel him. There was someone coughing behind us and Mason quickly put us down. I glanced over at Cole and couldn’t help but be sheepish.

“Sorry Cole,” I apologized.

Cole rolled his eyes. “It’s fine. But you know, we’re kind of in a life-or-death situation here. You’re the ones that have a daughter that you would like to reunite with. We should probably focus on taking out the bad guy’s thing first.”

Mason smirked. “Don’t worry, brother. We know exactly what we need to do. Where’s the girl?”

“In my apartment,” I told him.

“Come on,” he s