Mason Thames Black Phone Novels & Stories

ELENA’S POV The subway payphone reeked of urine and broken promises, but it was anonymous. No digital footprint, no way for anyone to trace the call back to us. Adrian fed quarters into the slot with shaking hands. "This is a mistake," I said. "We're out of options." He dialed a number from memory—numbers he probably wished he could forget. The phone rang once. Twice. "Thorne Industries." "Julian, it's Adrian." A long pause followed. "Adrian Blackwood. Back from the dead." The voice on the other end was smooth, educated, and poisonous.

Cecelia said as she gave her phone to Mister black. " Thanks for your understanding, and if you continue to cooperate with us, then we aren't going to have any problem with each other. The only number you are allowed to call with this phone is your parents' number and the number of our boss here. We won't tolerate it if you end up calling someone else with this phone, except both of your parents. Our boss number is the only number you have on the phone, but keep it in mind that you can't call him whenever you like ". The man said while Cecelia just nodded her head, as a means of understanding.

Julian. The notification came through at 9:47 AM. I was in the middle of a conference call with Tokyo when my phone lit up with a message from my head of security: Mrs. Blackwood entered NYPD precinct, East 51st. No advance notice. Marcus with her. I muted my microphone mid-sentence. "Gentlemen, something's come up. My assistant will reschedule." I ended the call before anyone could respond. Marcus answered on the first ring. "Where is she?" I didn't bother with preamble.

MIA’S POV I stared at the paper for nearly three full minutes before finally picking up my phone The words refused to stop replaying in my head. Ask Ethan Black. It felt intentional, there was no threat to it, this was not random either, Calculated, that’s what it was. My fingers hovered briefly over Ethan’s contact before I pressed call anyway. The line rang twice. Then….. “Mr. Black is currently occupied, may I ask who’s calling?” A woman’s voice came through the phone, smooth, polite, small,

Vincent gave no replies, rather he reached for his pockets and pulled out a smartphone which he handed over to Grace. Grace raised her eyebrows looking from him to the black smartphone that rested on his palms, She was confused but decided to take the phone anyways, She examined the phone while glancing at Vincent who just stared at her. “What is this for?”. Grace asked still confused as to why a black phone was being handed to her. Her question was answered when the phone lit up ringing, She looked at the caller and gasped as everything was slowly making sense to her. Mr Leonard Black

I said, my voice barely working. "He also asked me to give you these," she added, reaching into her apron pocket. She pulled out a small, brand-new smartphone in a clear plastic case, along with a small black velvet box. She set both items on the table right beside the steaming plate of food. I stared at the phone, my stomach tightening into a hard knot. "What is that?" "Mr. Blackwood had his assistant drop them off an hour ago," Mrs. Gable explained. "The phone is set up on an unlisted line. None of your family's contacts are on it, but Mr. Blackwood's number is saved as the direct speed dial."

I slide in next to him while looking at him from behind and spoke to the girl at the counter “ please package this for me” I stretched the phone over to her. “Hello, I'm Mason. I’m getting this phone for my sister, do you think a lady will like this? He brought out the Vertu Signature V phone I got too”. He asked looking sincerely confused and I smiled. “No lady, will ever reject this phone, that I can assure you.” A sense of relief flushed his face. “ Thank you so much.” He said, he was looking at me which made me feel a bit uncomfortable to I excused myself.

Chapter 101 Luca The door hadn’t even stopped vibrating from Adriano slamming it when my phone buzzed. Same time as Liam’s. We both looked down. And I knew. This was it. “Mason,” I answered immediately, pushing up from my chair and pacing a few steps away. “Talk to me.” There was a pause on the other end. Then—“I’ve got good news and bad news.” My jaw tightened. “Start talking.” “The area?” he said. “Worst part of the Bronx. Coverage is shit.”

Amelia turned sharply. “What do you mean?” Arthur leaned back in his chair. “You’ve been chasing the wrong king.” Ethan’s eyes narrowed. “Charles?” Arthur smiled. “I didn’t say that.” “But you’re getting warmer.” The answer only deepened the mystery. ⸻ Marcus’s phone suddenly buzzed. He checked the screen. “It’s one of our people in London.” Ethan nodded. “Put it on speaker.” Marcus answered. A familiar male voice came through. “Sir, we’ve just received an emergency notice from Blackwood International.”

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