MASONI hold my breath as I await her answer. I have absolutely no idea why this is suddenly so important to me, but I just need to know.Mira stares at me, a thousand emotions shimmering through those beautiful green orbs.“Why would you ask me that?” She asks, her lips trembling. In that moment, despite the fact that I just had her barely two minutes ago, I want to devour those lush lips until we’re breathing the same air.I want those lips wrapped around my gradually thickening erection. I lean in closer, effectively taking up all of her personal space.“Just answer the question, baby.”After seconds of just silently burning me alive with her eyes, she looks away and I know I’ll not like whatever she has to say.“I feel bad that my friend has to carry a child for someone who might not even love her. Someone who wouldn’t bat an eye lash at the thought of hurting her feelings. Someone who claims to need her but goes cold when she actually needs him. I feel extremely bad for her…” sh
MIRAThe next day, everything goes perfectly…until it doesn’t.I wake up alone, but my core still tingles from how hard Mason took me last night, and my body is sore in all the right places. I go about preparing for work with a giddy smile on my face. When Darth rolls in by eight thirty, I’m already ready to leave. What I do not expect him to do is come around to my side of the door, hold it open then stretch a white envelope in my face. I look from the envelope to him, slightly confused.“Darth, what is this?” I ask as I slowly pluck it from between his fingers.He shrugs.“I have no idea, Miss. I saw it in front of miss Vanessa’s door.”I eye him.“You came upstairs?”By now, he’s already inside the car. He gives me an odd look through the rearview mirror.“Of course, I did.” He says gently. “How else would I have seen the letter?”I want to ask him how he went from upstairs to downstairs and seated in the car by the time I came down in the space of one minute, but something on h
MIRA “Officer, Mira, you both can take your seats now.”There’s something that isn’t quite right here. I can’t seem to put my finger on it, but I know something is seriously wrong somewhere.Devon takes his seat, those electric blue eyes lingering firmly on my face before they slide away when I raise one curious brow at him.“How’s Dutch?” I ask casually.Something dark crosses Mason’s eyes. It is gone so quickly, I assure myself I was imagining it. Mason might be a pro at keeping things secret, but his brother is an entirely different story.The darkness which just disappeared in Mason’s eyes festers in Devon’s, displaying pain and grief to anyone in the room who would care to notice. And I do notice.“I asked a question.” I insist when no one answers me. “How’s Dutch?”“He’s fine.” Mason says hurriedly. “Probably enjoying Hawaii as we speak.” Is it just me or does mockery and accusation accompany Mason’s tone?I focus my attention on Devon but he hurriedly looks away, concentrati
MASONWhen I come out of the room two hours later, Devon is still seated right where I left him.With his back to me, he says;“Finally convinced your little girlfriend to stay for the one thousandth time?”I ignore the jab in his words and take a seat behind my table.“Watch your mouth, Devon. I’m still older.”After a moment of silence, silly smiles break out on our faces.I had already explained Devon’s involvement in all of this to Mira. Devon and I had finally reached middle ground after Dutch fell seriously ill while Mira had run away to Las Vegas.Despite our little tiff, we shared one common bond. Our love for Dorchester.Dutch did not want to stay in Hawaii anymore so the plan was to bring him to New York where he and his nanny will move into the penthouse with Mira and I.Just as I expected, she was so happy. Fucking ecstatic. She missed him just as much as he missed her. Mira was all he wanted to talk about at the hospital.“I’ve done my part of the deal. When will Dutch c
ANONYMOUS The queen sits on her throne, her eyes blazing with contempt. Before her, her sister kneels on the ground, tears running in torrents down her reddened cheeks as she watches three guards hold whips over the man’s head.“Sister, please spare him.” She sobs. “I don’t know how long he’ll be able to take this. You’re going to kill him. Please…”“Oh, shut your face before I get my men to do it for you.”The crying woman goes silent immediately, but the sounds of her whimpering still fill the room.The queen arises from her stone hewn throne and walks towards her sister, the long cape of her red dress cascading behind her.She grabs her wet chin and forcefully tilts her head upwards until their eyes meet.“Do you realise how useless and incompetent you are?”The woman in her grasp trembles violently, her tears falling harder.“I gave you a simple task. One simple task but so far, you have not been able to bring me any useful results. Maybe I should just kill you right now. You ser
MIRA “What do you think it means?”Vanessa gives me a wide-eyed stare.“It appears you have a stalker. That’s for sure.”I roll my eyes at her.“Not helping, Nessa.”I pick up the picture and give it an assessing glance.“It’s him, isn’t it? That lying, cheating prick from the brothel in Las Vegas.”“It sure is.” Vanessa confirms. “Thing is, what is Mason doing in a photo with him? Why would someone send you this photo? What does it all mean?”My brain is all but ready to explode by now. Then it hits me.“Mason does not have any relationship with this mafia. This photo is definitely photoshopped.”Vanessa motions at the picture and I hand it over to her;“If that is the case, this person has some very serious photoshopping skills. The picture’s perfect. It’s almost as if they were really having a conversation at the brothel.”“What do you mean by that?“She flops down on the bed and stuffs another granola bar into her mouth.“I mean, how well do you even know Mason? The letter clearl
MIRA I stare at Damon, mentally willing him to laugh in my face and tell me that this is all some big ass joke. I tighten my fingers around his arm, willing him to look into my eyes and tell me that Mason is okay, that the officer was just playing around.He doesn’t. Instead, he shakes his head at me in a helpless gesture and I stumble backwards, suddenly unable to stand upright for a second longer.Grief hits me first, followed by a barrage of fear. It is like the dam which holds my tears have broken open, and the salty trails cascade down my cheeks in torrents.“N-no…no. It can’t be…” I whisper, disbelief tearing at my guts.Someone wraps their arms around my shoulder while Damon goes ahead to make some few callsI barely notice when I’m led to a seat and forced into it.The only images which run through my mind are that of Mason’s mangled, destroyed car.Flashes of Damon’s conversations on the phone filter in and out of my consciousness but asides that, I’m blessedly numb.“…wha
MIRA“W-why? How?” Vanessa asks.I just sit there, shock and awe coursing through my bloodstream. As if sensing my discomfort, Mason wraps his arms around me and pulls me against his side. His comforting heat instantly dulls most of my worries.“They were sent from the mafia.” He deadpans.I freeze. We all freeze.“What do you mean?” Damon asks when the silence begins to get suffocating.“I couldn’t recognize their faces, but there were quite a number of them.”“So…where’ve you been for the past three days?”Mason shrugs, his eyes dark.“I have absolutely no idea. I was kept in darkness during those days. I couldn't recognize anyone. I couldn't see anything either.”Guilt crashes down on me.“Shouldn't you step back from this? I don’t want anything to happen to you because of me.”He raises my fingers to his lips and presses a soft kiss on the back of my palm.“Nothing will happen to me, baby girl. I can handle myself.” “But…”“No buts, Mira. None of this is your fault. Nothing thos