Page 95 of Deserving Maisy
“Fine. I’ll be back tomorrow. Noon. You better have my dough.”
“I’ll have it. I’m sure my sis will be cooperative. And if she’s not…well, it’s not as if she needs any of the fingers on her left hand to add me to her account, since she’s right-handed.”
Both men laughed, and Maisy felt as if she was going to throw up.
“You need help getting her to the basement?” Don asked after a moment.
“The day I need help getting this bitch to do what I want is the day you might as well lock me up and throw away the fucking key.”
“Just checking,” Don said, then he stared at her with a look that made her feel dirty just for being on the receiving end. “Maybe tomorrow you’ll let me have that time with her you promised, before you do whatever it is you’re ultimately going to do with her.”
Jason shrugged. “Not sure why you’d want her. She’s hideous.”
“Don’t have to look at her face to do what I’m gonna do,” Don said with a grin.
Once again, Maisy felt bile rise up in her throat.
“Fine. Works for me.”
“Good. Tomorrow. Have my money, Jason, or I’m not going to be happy.”
“I’ll have it,” Jason said confidently.
Don nodded, then turned and walked out of the office.
“Jason—” Maisy started, but her brother came at her so quickly, the words died in her throat as she stumbled backward. But there was nowhere to go. Jason grabbed her arm in the same place Don had, making her wince, and headed for the door.
She tried to pry his hand off her arm, with no luck. Next, she tried pulling her arm out of his grasp, but he only tightened his fingers around her harder. Then she panicked, and began fighting him in earnest. It was almost ridiculous how easily he subdued her. No matter what she did, how she tried to kick or bite, he managed to keep her firmly in his grip.
“Enough!” he barked, shaking her so hard it made her head wobble on her neck.
“Please, Jason, we can talk about this,” Maisy pleaded. She wasn’t going to sign anything. She’d rather die than have him take one more dime from her. But it wasn’t about the money, not really. It was about standing up for herself for the first time in her life. For not caving to her brother. Did she want to die? No. Not when she had so much to live for. But if it was a choice between giving her brother what he wanted and dying, she’d choose the latter.
“Time for talking’s done, sis,” he said. “You made your choice. That asshole over me. A guy you just met. His dick must have magical qualities or something if you would choose him over your brother, your own flesh and blood,the guy who took you in when no one else would, when you would’ve ended up in a foster home. Who made sure you got the meds you needed so you didn’t end up in a nuthouse. Fine. Good. Whatever. Now, I want what’smine.”
Maisy wanted to scream at him. Tell him that he’dhadhis inheritance. That it wasn’t her fault he’d spent it all. Wasn’t fair that he wanted to stealhermoney too, that he’d already stolen enough over the years. But she was concentrating too much on staying on her feet as Jason quickly dragged her toward the door to the basement.
“I’m thinking a little time in the safe room will change your attitude. I still have some things to do this afternoon. But come tonight, we’ll be having a chat. And by chat, I mean you signing papers that will add me to your bank account, that will grant me sole decision-making in how that money is spent. In the morning, I’ll head over there, tell those assholes that you’re bedridden and can’t come in—something about your period, men hate talking about that shit. Then I’ll get Don’s money, come back here, let him have some quality one-on-one time with you…then, Maise…I’m sorry, but you have to go.”
Her blood ran cold. “Jason, if I disappear, people will notice. I have friends…a husband.”
“Oh, I’m counting on it,” he said with a laugh as he flicked on the light at the top of the stairs that led to the basement. “I’ll call and make a missing persons report. Tell them all about your recent mental breakdown, how you married a guy after only knowing him for five days, how he was able to get control of your fortune, and now you’re gone. Eventually, they’ll find your body in a field somewhere…and when they do a rape test, they’ll find my dear friend’s DNA inside you. Don’ll be blamed. Bim, bam, boom. Done. He’ll go to prison, and I’ll be home free. The grieving brother.”
Maisy gaped at her brother in confusion. What was he even talking about? Don? He’d tell the cops that she’d marriedDon? How could he be so stupid? He had a marriage certificate with “Jack Smith” named as the groom. And his so-called “friend” would tell the cops everything about her inheritance—and everything Jason had done to get it.
And then there was Jack and his friends. They’d probably go to the police the second they found her missing. There could only be one person to blame, and Jack, Tiny, and Brick knew exactly who that person was.
Not to mention, hiding her at their house was ridiculous! It would be the first place everyone would look for her.
Her brother had lost it. There were enough holes in his story to drive a semi-truck through. He was clearly unhinged.
“I’d forgotten about Don wanting to have a go at you, but that’ll work out better than I even planned. I’ll have to see if I can’t snag his phone while he’s busy with you…take it with me when I dump your body. So when the cops check his digital trail, they’ll see him in the area your body was found—and my phone will be here at the house, giving me an alibi.”
God, there was virtually no way his plan could work. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t in danger.
She missed the last step and went to her knees, but Jason didn’t slow down. It took her a moment to get to her feet again, and by the time she did, her brother was infront of the safe room. Her parents had it built because they worried about someone targeting them for their money. Ironic, considering their own son was now going to use it to torture and eventually kill his sister for the money they’d left her.
He opened the door and walked Maisy over to the other side of the room, where he’d attached chains to the wall. He’d obviously planned this, or more likely, he’d planned to keep Jack here after he’d forced him to marry her. Maisy fought once more, but she was no match for Jason. He snapped the manacles on her wrists and stepped back.
