Lead The Way

Chapter 11

Mason's POV 

He cut me off, " At least nothing. You should move on and forget all about Elara. She's not going to accept you back." His words lingered, as it triggered the tightness of my chest.

"You don't know that for sure." I fired back calmly, this time the waiter had brought my drinks and served it. 

I poured into my glass, as I took a shot, my face squeezed at the bitter taste. But this was not bitter compared to my current situation.

"So what do you plan to do?" Jeff asked, his eyes shaking as they struggled to fix themselves at me.

Jefferson was the only son to the Coker family. He had been my best buddy and friend for the longest time, even our family acquaintances. But I had to admit, Jeff had a bad habit with ladies, as he kept changing them like clothes. But he was the best.

"You are drunk." I said clearly to him, he immediately scoffed, " drunk? I'm just getting started." 

My phone began to ring again, it was my mother, I sighed as turned to Jeff, 

"Give me a minute to answer this." I told him, and walked out the front door.

"Where are you??! You cannot leave Betty all alone here!" She says furiously.

" What is she still doing there? Mom, can you please stop?" I begged in frustration.

" Come back home this instance...Mason Lor..." I quickly hung up, turning the phone off. But by the time I had gotten back in, Jeff was already half asleep.

"Sometimes I ask myself if you are my friend." I muttered, as I took the last shot of my drink, so I would drive Jeff home, 

But immediately I stood, it felt like an unimaginable weight was on me, I fell to the floor, my legs were giving out. I held Jeff but he was deeply asleep, my vision blurred for a minute I couldn't see, just then I saw a figure walking up to our table. His figure was a bit shady under my gaze, but I knew for sure that it was a man.

From a single figure, he splits into three, just as I was about to stand, one of them grabbed me, holding me down.

"Well, well well....if it isn't the famous Mason Lorne." The voice which I could place that belonged to anyone I knew spoke.

My heart burned, my head on fire. It felt like I was being stabbed on the inside. 

"I am back. Your father thought it wise to try to kill me, well not for long." 

" Who ...are y..ou ...??" I managed to ask, but he smiled as he slapped my cheeks gently.

"In due time, you will know who I am but for now, I am just a friend." His voice deepened, the music in the bar couldn't overshadow his baritone voice as he spoke.

"Friend? You just...poisoned me." I managed to say, the two guys let go of me as I hit my chest vigorously. It burned like I was on fire.

"Well, next time it will be worse than that. And this is a clear message to your father, nobody tried to mess with me and went scout free. In due time I'll collect and buy them, I wouldn't be as merciful as I am now. Have a pleasant night" he says finally,

" Huh? What do you mean by "have a ...." One of the men hit me from behind and I fell to the floor, falling unconscious. 

"Let's get out of here. And clean this up " I heard him tell one of them, I tried but it felt like my own body was trapped, I drifted off into an unconscious state.

By the next morning, the light cast its lightning on my face as I woke up from the stinging feeling, my eyes slowly opened as I tried to figure out where I was, the room looked different, everywhere looked different.

. slowly getting up only to receive a sharp pain on my shoulder,

"Ouch..." I yelped in pain, and I rubbed them.

" Where the hell am I?" I muttered, my mind drifted back to what happened last night, the images were scattered, and I couldn't place if it was a dream and I had knocked out because I had too much drink or it was really real and I got ambushed by some men in the bar last night.

My ringtone broke into my thoughts, as I turned to see it ringing, it was my mom calling her again, I hung up. As I stood up my knees felt weak, I fell to the bed as I rubbed my head.

The door opened as the man walked in, I recognized him as the bar manager. I had seen him a few times and we had spoken rarely, this only meant I was still in the bar but in one of the rooms upstairs, which is weird. I had no memory of getting drunk and walking myself to this room.

"It's great to see you awake, Mr. Lorne." I raise my gaze at him, " what happened last night and why am I here?" I asked, but instead, let out a smile which seemed suspicious.

"You were too drunk last night with your friend and couldn't open your phone so we brought you here." He says, I arched my brows at him, it wasn't possible.

"I got drunk with a bottle?" I asked but he quickly averted his eyes, which indicated one thing.

He was lying.

"You can check the CCTV cameras if you don't believe me, we still have footage from last night." He said, I turned to him immediately.

" Where is this footage?"

He looked confused as he pointed eastway, " it's upstairs, controlled by our security team." He said.

Well this was going to clear me of of all doubt,

"Great. Take me to see them." I said with my fist clenched, if I was really ambushed there was no way in hell that I am going to forgive such a person.

"Lead the way." I told the manager.