MASONThe moment Darth informed me that someone else, specifically him, Axel Roman, had his hands on my woman, I saw red. I had unfinished business with Halloway, but I abandoned it and practically flew down to the main ballroom.Now, I watch from a distance as the motherfucker greedily soaks up her laugh and smiles. I watch as she gives another man all her attention.I watch as Mira Fernandez disobeys me once again.How I’m able to stand still and not walk over there and bash Axel’s head in is a fucking miracle…one that might not last very long. He leans forward to pick a stray strand of hair that grazes her cheek and I clench my fingers in blinding rage.“How long has this been going on?”“About fifteen minutes now.” Darth responds.I shut my eyes for a brief second to quell my venomous anger. That will be fifteen punches for the fifteen minutes that Axel Roman has tried to take what belongs to me.I’m aware that the fact that he’s here is a warning, and I vow to send back that war

MASONThe darkness that crawled like a fog in my head when I saw Mira and Axel kiss earlier threatens to come out and play ball right now.I hold her to me by her fragile wrists, realising that it would take absolutely nothing to hurt her – realising that in this moment, maybe I want to hurt her.I do not care about her explanations or whatever she has to say. She should have known better. Now, she stares at me through those scared, wet eyes, but instead of remorse or pity, I only feel a cold, angry emptiness.I flip her over and press her into the bed, lifting her arse high in the air as I ready her for my spanking. I had thought of this idea when she ran from my office earlier, but now, I’m switching it to a whole new level.After I spank her to my satisfaction, after I make sure that that pussy is wet and dripping from the pleasurable pain I inflict, she will explain to me why she let another man touch her, most importantly Axel Roman. That prick.“Mason, what are you doing?”“Stay

In the hidden darkness of a dilapidated warehouse, a beautiful woman sits atop her wooden throne, her face set in hard, straight lines.“What’s the status report?”The woman before her trembles like a leaf.“I’ve tried all I can to keep them apart. I have executed all your plans just like you asked. We’ll just have to wait to see the results.”The queen rises to her feet, the flowing tail of her dress dragging behind her.“I’m beginning to think you’re becoming incompetent. Maybe you don’t want to see him again as much as you claim to. Maybe I should just do away with him.” Her voice oozes evil. Pure, calm evil.“No! No, please. I promise I’m trying my best. Please don’t do this. I beg you.”The queen pretends to be deep in thoughts for a second.“Wanna see something amusing?”The woman raises red, tear drenched eyes, her stomach tightening with foreboding. Things the queen finds amusing are never amusing…they’re traumatising.Taking her silence as an answer or not really caring at a

MASON“Hello, uncle.” I greet, not bothering to get to my feet as Escobar Scuderi walks into his huge office where I’ve been waiting for him for the past hour.“Nice of you to finally show up.”The older man takes in my calm demeanour with suspicious grey eyes, and I rein my temper tighter. My uncle likes keeping out bait, waiting for his prey to fall for it so he can snap you back into his jaws like the predator he is.I, on the other hand, learned to stop falling for his bait a long time ago. Currently, only Mira is allowed to make me lose my temper.Escobar takes his seat and spears me with a piercing look.“I see the prodigal son has finally come home.”I clench my fingers into fists to stop myself from lashing out.“Quite the opposite, actually. The prodigal son had come to deliver a warning.”The air in the room immediately becomes stiff with tension. I can feel Escobar’s soldiers become more alert from their perch at the door all the way from here.Escobar smiles.“Let’s hear i

MIRAWe finally arrive at Mason’s office building and Darth ushers me in. As we go through the gleaming reception, I hear him mutter into a transmitter,“Boss, she’s here.”My heartbeat quickens when Mason says something inaudible.Seconds later, I feel Darth’s palm on the small of my back.“C’mon, miss, we’re going straight to the boss’s office.”My palms turn sweaty. I want to argue but Darth is already shoving me into the elevators. Within minutes, we arrive at the maze of desks that make up the common area. It’s probably a busy day because the place is buzzing with people carrying files, making phone calls and literally doing office stuff everywhere.“Oh. There he is.”My head snaps up and I follow Darth’s line of sight to find Mason leaning against one of the numerous doorways, legs crossed.I come to a halt, trying to catch my hitching breath. Suddenly, it feels like all the air in the room has been sucked out. The buzzing atmosphere is stripped bare and all that exists is Mason