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Mason sat down on the chair and crossed his legs on the table "Just because you two have a secret hideout? He gives you candy? Take care of you. Layla Layla!! Don't you know this world?" "How do you know the hideout? It was between me and Zion?!" Layla yelled and Mason laughed like he knew something we didn't. "Zion was a psychopath narcissistic, his emotions towards you were nothing but fake," There was something about Mason that I couldn't understand. "Keep that name out of your mouth!! Don't you dare insult Zion! Have some respect for the dead!" Layla yelled. "The dead?" Mason knelt down, "Let's have a minute of silence for the Dead, may Mason Mosiahs soul rest in peace."

They didn't know for sure if Hannah was there, how she was doing or what had happened to her since the last time Rachel had seen her hauled up the stairs. "Relax," Zain said under his breath. "You don't get it." Mason pivoted to stare out the window. Cruz's building and perimeter were four blocks away. This was as close as they dared set up a base of operations. "I do get it." Yeah right. Zain lived for his tech and his games and his nerd crap. Mason wasn't going to judge his cousin, but half the time it seemed like Zain lived in a made-up world the rest of them couldn't touch. How was a guy like that supposed to understand what Mason was going through?

MIRA BOOK 2 – BDO 31 I lie on the bed, simmering with anger and jealouy. Nope, I'm not jealous – definitely not jealous, while Mason has a conversation on only God knows what with that bitch, Halloway. One minute his fingers were driving me crazy, and the next, he goes on to answer the call of that crazy bat. Well, she's not a bat, but still. Gah!

The two Caucasian babes became obedient spies without much conviction from him. Zainab was a chocolate beauty who was orphaned and lived on the streets. She had been trying to survive by all means and had succeeded until she attempted to steal from the Devil himself. He had recognized a potential spy the moment he set his eyes on her. She unlike the rest had no problem with starving as she was almost used to it. He had cleaned her up and trained her to be a professional spy and thief like the rest.

The little things? The little moments? They are not little. -John Zabat Zinn. |L O R E N Z O| Another week passed in the blink of an eye and it's been one month since I met, Iris, in that dark forest. Even the situation of Russians is under control right now and we can finally breath in peace. But we know it wouldn't last long considering Mason's sister, Bianca, is coming to visit him. More like to be a pain in ass, for all of us. If you think she is anything like her brother, I suggest you think again. Because while Mason is loyal, calm and trust worthy. She is a complete nuisance.

And Ace freaking Mason. I climbed up the narrow steps into the plane with a strange mix of nerves and confidence. My eyes scanned the cabin and found him immediately—seated by the window, legs stretched out, a glass of champagne in one hand, and— My jaw twitched. Was he seriously reading An Enemy Called Average? I blinked again to be sure. Yep. Same white -and-gold cover. John Mason, motivational guru and self-discipline king. “What’s next?” I asked, walking past him to my seat. “Chicken Soup for the Crime Lord’s Soul?”

I blink, realizing I’m looking at Mason as a boy. Fascinated, I trace the faces of the Alphas who came before him. I flip to the front and find a portrait of a woman with hair like midnight, her hands cradling a prominent pregnancy. This had to be Mason’s mother. I search her features for a glimpse of the man upstairs, but find nothing. Mason’s lethal edges—like Julian’s—must have been forged entirely in his father’s image. I set that aside and pick up a thinner, silver-embossed book. My breath hitches when I realize it’s the record of Mason’s first union.

I leaned forward and placed my hands on the back of the chair, as I craned my neck around trying to see if I could see him up in the sky, but nothing, he was gone. I turned back around and slid down in my seat, and a sigh of relief escaped my lips. I closed my eyes and ran my hand down my face as I waited for my heart rate to return to normal. It gradually went from a hard thumping in my chest to a slower and more regular beat. I took a few deep breaths and then cautiously opened my eyes. I turned myself towards Mason, ready to try and wake him again, but as I glanced over towards him, I spotted Azael's face in the window just behind Mason's head. An evil grin spread across his face as he st

Hell, all I could think right now was the way his skin had felt and the way his mouth had tasted. I was hungry. Starving for Tohr, for my mate. -Mara-. My name echoed through my head almost painfully. And it certainly wasn't Tohr's voice that did it. I jerked my head up from the book that Nerrian had been translating to help me learn their history and their language. -Sorry! - I responded back, burying my thoughts deep.

Nia's POV I didn’t touch the folder. Not right away. It sat between us like a live wire, humming with all the things we weren’t saying. My eyes kept darting back to it, then to him, then away again, like I was afraid if I stared too long, it might detonate. Mason shoved his hands in his coat pockets, a rare tell. He hated not knowing what came next. He thrived on schedules, timelines, flawless strategies. But here he was, standing in my living room, looking like he’d forgotten the script.