that's all it takes. It may sound cliche, but these people don't like to leave any loose ends.”
“And M.J.?”
“Mason has orders for M.J. to be returned to him safely.”
“So, he doesn’t want to kill M.J. Then, maybe he won’t kill this one, either.”
she said, pointing at her bulging belly.
“M.J. is his heir and will carry on the family name. At least, that’s how he’s put it out there.”
“Over my dead body!” she scorned.
Her tone caused the children to stir, but they didn’t wake up.
“It'll be okay Jennifer, I promise. I won’t let them hurt any of you!”
Suddenly, Jennifer began to feel much safer. Steven was there to protect them for as long as it would take, and there didn't seem to be any give in his demeanor that would indicate to her that she needed to worry about things while they were under his charge.
The trip was long and finally after three car changes and an airplane ride, they’d stretched a significant amount of space between them and her now-estranged husband. She was torn. She truly loved Mason at one time, but he hadn’t been the man she really thought he was.
Instead, he’d turned out to be a vicious killer, who lacked the ability to care about anything outside of his petty, criminal world. It hurt deeply, and she wondered if she would ever find that love again. The way she loved Mason not so long ago seemed to be a once in a lifetime discovery, and now it was gone forever.
THIRTEEN
As they entered the tiny cabin, M.J. scooped peacefully in Steven’s arms, Jennifer turned on the lights. It was late and everyone was exhausted from the drive. Chelsea, who was still half asleep, didn’t notice much as Jennifer led her to one of the bedrooms down the hall. Carefully and quietly she tucked her daughter in for the night, wishing she hadn’t had to leave poor Wally-B behind.
“Mama…are we home now?” Chelsea was groggy and disoriented.
“We are for now, sweetie..” Jennifer kissed her on the forehead and tucked her in. “Night sweetie. I love you…”
“Love you too Mama…”
Jennifer left the room and shut the door quietly behind her. Then, she tip-toed down the hall to find Steven already tucking M.J. into another bed, set up just for him. She watched as he caringly placed him on the bed and covered him up.
“Looks familiar…” she whispered.
“Mason did the same.” she said, with tears in her eyes. “I can’t believe that murderer is the same man I've loved for almost five. He was so good to us.”
“He’s a master at disguising what he does and who he really is.” Steven said. “You are a sweet soul, I can see that. But, you'll come to realize that Mason Wilson is nothing more than a cold-blooded hitman, who works for some pretty unsavory people.”
“I just don’t know how M.J. will ever understand this, or what I will tell this baby.”
“You're a smart woman. When the time comes, you’ll figure it out.”
Steven was quite tall. At least six foot, four. He had an obviously African American background, but it wasn’t the only nationality he had in his makeup. His darker skin and amazing green eyes set him apart from many others; his clean cut look, his black goatee, and sturdy facial features... but she wasn’t interested in all that right now. She couldn’t be, right? She was escaping the horrors of a
“And M.J.?”
“Mason has orders for M.J. to be returned to him safely.”
“So, he doesn’t want to kill M.J. Then, maybe he won’t kill this one, either.”
she said, pointing at her bulging belly.
“M.J. is his heir and will carry on the family name. At least, that’s how he’s put it out there.”
“Over my dead body!” she scorned.
Her tone caused the children to stir, but they didn’t wake up.
“It'll be okay Jennifer, I promise. I won’t let them hurt any of you!”
Suddenly, Jennifer began to feel much safer. Steven was there to protect them for as long as it would take, and there didn't seem to be any give in his demeanor that would indicate to her that she needed to worry about things while they were under his charge.
The trip was long and finally after three car changes and an airplane ride, they’d stretched a significant amount of space between them and her now-estranged husband. She was torn. She truly loved Mason at one time, but he hadn’t been the man she really thought he was.
Instead, he’d turned out to be a vicious killer, who lacked the ability to care about anything outside of his petty, criminal world. It hurt deeply, and she wondered if she would ever find that love again. The way she loved Mason not so long ago seemed to be a once in a lifetime discovery, and now it was gone forever.
THIRTEEN
As they entered the tiny cabin, M.J. scooped peacefully in Steven’s arms, Jennifer turned on the lights. It was late and everyone was exhausted from the drive. Chelsea, who was still half asleep, didn’t notice much as Jennifer led her to one of the bedrooms down the hall. Carefully and quietly she tucked her daughter in for the night, wishing she hadn’t had to leave poor Wally-B behind.
“Mama…are we home now?” Chelsea was groggy and disoriented.
“We are for now, sweetie..” Jennifer kissed her on the forehead and tucked her in. “Night sweetie. I love you…”
“Love you too Mama…”
Jennifer left the room and shut the door quietly behind her. Then, she tip-toed down the hall to find Steven already tucking M.J. into another bed, set up just for him. She watched as he caringly placed him on the bed and covered him up.
“Looks familiar…” she whispered.
“Mason did the same.” she said, with tears in her eyes. “I can’t believe that murderer is the same man I've loved for almost five. He was so good to us.”
“He’s a master at disguising what he does and who he really is.” Steven said. “You are a sweet soul, I can see that. But, you'll come to realize that Mason Wilson is nothing more than a cold-blooded hitman, who works for some pretty unsavory people.”
“I just don’t know how M.J. will ever understand this, or what I will tell this baby.”
“You're a smart woman. When the time comes, you’ll figure it out.”
Steven was quite tall. At least six foot, four. He had an obviously African American background, but it wasn’t the only nationality he had in his makeup. His darker skin and amazing green eyes set him apart from many others; his clean cut look, his black goatee, and sturdy facial features... but she wasn’t interested in all that right now. She couldn’t be, right? She was escaping the horrors of a
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