VIVIAN~"It was about time you came," I said to Michael. The once human filled house now had dead corpse lying everywhere. The silver headed had fled. Apparently, Damon had let him flee on purpose because he could have grabbed him and killed him. "Why did you let him go?" I asked him and he shrugged. "What's going on? Why aren't you guys giving me any details?" I asked and they ignored my question and searched the entire place. "Its not that important, its just about some goods," Michael said. "What goods? How is red skull connected to drugs?" I continued to pester them with more questions. "The red skull, we had some missing goods and they happened to kill the one of the people guarding it. The second one only caught glimpse of the killers tattoo, like a group initial, almost every non mafia clan has it," He explained. He was saying the truth but my guts were finding it hard to believe. But on the other side Damon would never lie to me."What was inside the car? What goods was

DAMON~We were injected with anti toxins just like we ordered before we left immediately after we passed out. The Anti-toxins were to increase the pace of the drugs. It took a total of six hours on a normal basis without any anti toxin. Two hours later my eyes were wide open and Michael was sitting across me. I could feel the pain on my right hand. I had already figured it was the injection."Soon, it will be all over the news, and the maid who made the drinks will be framed," He said and i leaned on the chair. "Let's not go to the mansion yet," I requested. "Where do you want to go to?" He asked. "It has been long since i had my hands around a lady, let's go to a stripper club and wind off with some girls later on," I suggested. "I agree with you, i need to put off this stress some where," Michael replied. I walked over to the front and i found the little space we kept whiskey. I grabbed two clear glasses and poured the contents of the bottle for both Michael and I. I walked ove

MASON~Vivian was like a light switch. She came on and off everytime. Some times she was mean, sometimes she was sweet. Sometimes she was neutral. It pissed me off a little that i couldn't do anything about it. Sometimes i just wanted to put her down and kiss some sense into her head. I just wanted to touch her and tell her how much i loved her. I just wanted to tell her how sorry i was, how i wished i could go back in time and change things. I should have sent Scarlett out the moment she stepped in. Things wouldn't have been like this. She would still wake up every morning to make us coffee and help me with my clothes. She would have still kissed my head every time i was about to leave for work and yelled my name every time a little cockroach sneaked into the house when one of the windows were open. But the other day i saw unmercifully kill the poor cockroach with her bare hands. The same Vivian that refused to that to me one night because i mistakenly stepped on an ant army. "Mr

MASON~It wasn't like that usual club i visited when i needed to cool off. It was like the last one Scarlett took me too. The hall was huge enough for three of my living room to enter. I couldn't really read their expression as they glanced at the naked strippers on the pole. But on my end, A part of me felt like what i was doing was wrong. I shouldn't be here, viewing other women's asses while Vivian sat at home. I could go back and constantly apologize to her till she agreed to forgive me. "I don't know guys maybe we should pick another place? I know a good one around my house. It doesn't really have all this nudity," I said as i glanced over at Zack. "For Tuesday first time, i think i agree with him, i never knew this club had turned to this," He pointed out."Come on, it is no big deal, you are single after all," I hit his shoulders before i walked out. The other cars arrived as we got into the car. I knew they were going to be pissed by the fact that we stopped when the journ

VIVIAN~"What are you saying? I saw you inject me with that fucking syringe," I said and he shook his head. "I didn't, it wasn't me, i wasn't there. I guess, How would we know?" He asked before he crawled towards me. He was wasted. He has no idea of what he was saying or doing. "Please, forgive me. I promise i will be a better person," He mumbled as he drifter off to sleep. I paid no.attention to any of his statements. I continued to watch my show. After a while, the only noise i could hear was the one from the TV. I looked down at him. He was fast asleep. I stood up from the chair and i helped him up. "Come on, I don't have the energy to.carry you up that staircase," I said to him. His eyes were still closed as i helped him get up. I placed one of his hands on my shoulders. His arm was like half of the weight of my body. I managed to move with him up the staircase. He resumed with his muttering. I reached for his pocket to find a key. I felt one but it was just one of his car k