PLAYING MASON'S GAME

The sound of Mason’s ringing phone pierced through the silence of the room, waking him up from his sleep. He let out a groan as he reached for the phone on his nightstand, his hand brushing his hair back.

"Carl, do you have any idea what time it is?" Mason scolded as he answered the call.

But his scolding was cut short as he heard Ashley’s voice on the other end of the line. His heart skipped a beat at the mention of her name, but he quickly composed himself.

"What do you want, Ashley?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

"You have been asleep all day," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "I’m coming to take my mother, and you better be ready to hand her over. Meet me at the location I will send you, or you will regret it."

Mason felt a surge of anger course through his veins. How dare she threaten him like that?

"No, Ashley," Mason replied firmly. "I’m not playing your games. This game is mine to play. You come to me if you want your mother back, I will send you the loc