MIRASomething's off.I don't know why, but I've been having a strange sense of foreboding since last night. Standing at the store's counter right now, my heart twists and turns in the way it usually does when something horrible is about to happen.I shake my head and continue with my cleaning. I'm probably imagining things again.I look up to find Anna sitting just by the door, looking lost in thought. "Do you feel any better, sweetie?" I ask her.Her head shoots up, her eyes widening like I just caught her doing something she's not supposed to be doing. Huh. Strange.She touches her hand to her head and winces. "Yes, just a little headache. It should be gone in no time."I give her a smile and continue with my work. Anna was feeling a little sick this morning, so I told her to skip school and come with me to the store where I can keep an eye on her. The day passes pretty quickly. The customers keep me busy until late in the afternoon, so I do not really get the time to contemplat
MASONSeeing Mira for the first time in an entire year feels like a fucking blow to my guts. She looks like she's lost a few pounds, but asides from that, she's the stuff of my wildest dreams…and my greatest nightmares.I wait for the feeling of pride and victory I had expected to fill me at the sight of her pain, but right now, looking into those huge, green, tear filled orbs, I really begin to feel like the worst bastard there is.I wrap my arms tighter around her slight frame, but she doesn't move. She doesn't fight me. She doesn't even push me away. She only sits there, looking lost…and broken.Fuck! This is what I fucking wanted, wasn't it? I wanted to break her. To make her so utterly defeated, she wouldn't have a single doubt as to whom she belongs to. But seeing her distant eyes, I want that fire back. I do not want Mira Fernandez broken and cowering at my feet. I need her fire. I need my little Italian firecracker back. And there's only one way to bring her back."If you t
MIRA"What the hell do you mean by he found you?!" Vanessa blares down the phone, so loud, I have to pull the device away from my ear to avoid getting the organ blocked.Vanessa still lives in New York. Her life and work prevented her from running to Las Vegas with us. While we most definitely missed the hell out of each other, we were restricted to communicating via encrypted phonecalls, so no one could trace my location. No one being Mason and any of his goons.I guess that will no longer be the case.I give her the short version of what went down at the store today, and what Anna did. I can practically feel her rage from a thousand miles away."That stupid, sonofabitch! Shamelessly manipulating a teenager. He should be arrested!"For the first time since all these chaos blew up, I almost laugh."You know that is not possible, Nessa. He's the richest man in New York."She huffs her dissatisfaction," So what are we gonna do now?"I pause the lipgloss halfway to my lips."No, Vanessa
MIRAI have absolutely no idea where I'm going. I just run, and run, hoping this burning pain in my chest will go aware soon. I run blindly, silently telling myself that I'm not supposed to care. I'm not supposed to care if Mason keeps a thousand different mistresses, or if he touched a million naked girls during the past year. I'm not supposed to care, but the tightening of my chest says otherwise.I care more than I can say.A strangled sound tears from my throat as I fly down the hallways as fast as I can in my stilettos. I have to go. I don't know where, but I just have to escape this place. I do not run for a long when suddenly, I slam against a hard, tall brick wall. I freeze as I slide bonelessly to the ground. I do not reach the ground though. Steely arms grab my waist, lifting me to my feet.I ignore my fog of self pity long enough to open my eyes and regard my new captor. Darth."Get out of my way, Darth." I say with a warning tone.He shakes his head, his eyes sparking an
MIRAI stare at Mason, momentarily transfixed at the look of pure savage in his eyes. The roaring in my ears tells me I haven't passed out yet.He pulls me flush against him in one smooth move, his gaze burning a lethal path straight to my soul."You shouldn't have done that, Mira. You shouldn't have."I hold his gaze, trying in vain to swallow my fear. Mason looks downright murderous. His hands lift to my face, and I flinch. I hang my head, waiting for the blow, just like those times in my dark, dark past. It never comes. I lift my head slowly to find Mason's furious gaze on me, and an embarrassed blush stains my cheeks. In a flash, he grabs my chin between his fingers and pulls me closer. I stiffen as I come within mere inches of him. We're so close, one little forward move and I could have those sinful lips against mine. My thighs clench at the thought."You flinched away from me." He growls angrily. " You thought I would hit you." Since he's not asking questions, merely stati
MASON"...I hate you…"Mira's words play over and over in my brain as I struggle to concentrate on the pile of work before me. Numbers and decimal points swirl before me as memories of her pain filled eyes intrude in my vision. I shouldn't care. I shouldn't fucking care. And I don't.I push the papers away. There's no way I will fucking concentrate with images of her fleshy, bubble butt high the air, and getting reddened from my spanking constantly flashing through my mind.I lean forward to take the handkerchief from earlier out of the clean, empty trash. I lean back in my seat, and put it against my face, shutting my eyes as the scent of her arousal drugs my senses. My plan was to take Mira fully, after she signs my new document, but she just had to fuck up. My plan was to fuck her into oblivion right on this table. But I did not want to touch her until her signatures were on that contract.One look at those stubborn eyes and upturned lips, and my perfectly laid out plans went up
MASONI watch as all the blood drains from Mira's face, my own blood boiling with rage. When Darth told me she was coming to the bank, I knew something was amiss. And I do not want anything interfering with my plans to own her. Darth reported that she'd been in the bank Manager's office for more than five minutes, and I dropped my truckload of work and drove like a possesed demon down here.Call me weird, but the thought of Mira being in an enclosed space with any man, any man at all, makes me feel fucking murderous.My vision almost goes black with fury as images of the over bellied prick before me trying to feel up my woman invades my vision.I will kill him. I will fucking kill him."What is this nonsense? I'm sure you must be mistaken." He has the audacity to say.Despite my need to lash out and kill, I push my anger away long enough to smile at the bastard. A slow, cold smile that has him swallowing and fumbling with his tie."You would love for me to be mistaken, would'nt you,
MASONI sit in Holt's chair, pondering over my next move when Darth returns with a cell phone."A call for you, boss."I give him a brief look."Who is it?""Damon."I get the still ringing phone from him quickly and answer the call."Damon?""About time you answer. What the fuck are you still doing in Vegas? You know the kinda people that prowl those terrains. It is getting more dangerous for you each time you stay there."I shut my eyes for a brief moment, trying not to let my frustration show," I'm not leaving here without Mira."Damon pauses for a while."Well, how's that going?"" We're making progress." I say truthfully. I can already see Mira's walls crumbling. I want them to fall completely, then stomp on them before I whisk her off to New York."Gimme a time frame, Mason. How long are you going to be there? Don't make me send in a search party."That's one thing about Damon. He can be such a worrywart. But we have been through too much together for him not to be."A day or tw