Fallen Crest Forever (Fallen Crest Series Book 7)(42)

“Mason, don’t!” My voice finally ripped from its prison.

The intruder froze on the stairs, whirling to me, then looking for Mason.

He cursed.

The cops banged on the door. “POLICE!”

Mason thumbed the safety back on. He locked eyes with the intruder, and both sprang into action.

Mason tossed the gun to me, launching himself forward.

The intruder tried to jump over the bannister, so he would land right where I stood.

I caught the gun as the two crashed into each other.

The door burst open.

Guns, lights, and yells filled the room as four cops rushed forward. Two grabbed Mason and hauled him backward.

“He lives here!” I yelled.

The other two cops grabbed the intruder and slammed him against the wall.

“Sam!” Mason bucked against the cop’s hold.

I looked down and realized I had the gun. I slipped it inside my pocket. The weight sagged my pajama pants, so I scrambled and tightened the drawstring, tying it so it couldn’t budge.

“I’m fine,” I called out, my voice cracking.

I’m fine.

I’m fine.

I kept repeating that in my head.

I wasn’t fine.

“Let me go. She’s scared.”

One police officer nodded, and the other released Mason. He rushed over to me. I was caught up in his arms, and we both turned to watch.

The cops turned the light on, and one pulled off the intruder’s ski mask.

“Adam?!”





This is insane.

I kept shaking my head, thinking that. It was insane. Adam Quinn broke into our house, and not even our house in Fallen Crest. He drove to Cain, found out where we lived, and then broke into this house. Why? That was the big question. He told the cops it was a good-natured prank.

Mason and I had changed into our clothes now, and the police were still questioning Adam in our living room. He was able to look over at Mason and say, “Right, Mason? We’re in a big prank war. That’s all it was.”

The asshole wanted us to cover for him.

I was about to say hell no, but Mason took my hand to stop me.

“Yeah. Just a really stupid prank. That’s it.”

The cop lowered his notepad. “You don’t want to press charges?”

Mason shook his head, just slightly. “No.” He stared right at Adam, his eyes almost calm, but there was a dangerous aura coming from him. I felt shivers down my spine. Mason had something planned for Adam, but he wasn’t going through legal channels to do it.

“Hey!”

We heard a commotion and raised voices from the front door.

“Mason!” Logan was there, waving. The police stationed in front of the house were holding him back. “I live here. Tell ’em so I can come in.”

“So we can come in.” Nate popped his head out from behind Logan. “I’m here too.”

“Yeah.” Mason turned to the cop holding the notepad. “That’s my brother and my best friend. They live here too.”

The cop narrowed his eyes, then gestured upstairs with his pad. “Their rooms are the ones upstairs?”

“Yeah.”

The cop looked at Adam as he said, “The rooms this guy was searching in.” He let out a sigh, putting his notepad back in his pocket. “What do you wager those two guys don’t have any idea about this ‘prank war’ you’re in? You went through their stuff. I wonder if they’ll want to press charges?”

Adam just closed his eyes and folded his head down. He was dressed for the part, in a black long-sleeve shirt and black pants. He’d had a flashlight with him too, but the cops confiscated it, along with his ski mask.

The cop waved for Logan and Nate to come in. Taylor came with them, holding Logan’s hand. Logan went right to Adam, his jaw clenched.

“What the fuck, Quinn?! I could’ve been here. Taylor could’ve been here.”

Adam opened his eyes and held his hands up in surrender. He shot Mason a look. “It was a prank. That’s it.”

Logan snorted. “Right. Because we’re in one big fucking prank war, huh? My ass, a prank war.” But he looked at Mason. “Were you aware of this prank war?”

Mason half-grinned. “I was. Not telling you was part of it.”

Logan shook his head. “That was the best part, right?” He was laughing, but his eyes were dark with anger and his tone was biting. He sent Adam another glare as he tugged Taylor away.

The cops said they had a few questions for Logan and Nate, but they had them both look through their rooms first. Taylor went too, since she half-lived here. When they were done, and hadn’t noticed anything missing, they convened in the kitchen to talk to the police, and Mason went over next to Adam on the couch. I moved with him, but kept a little farther away. Mason’s arms were crossed over his chest and he spoke low, so the cop left in the living room couldn’t hear him.