MASON"Welcome aboard, sir. May I take your coat?"I look up at a smiling Marjorie, my chief air hostess, my eyes narrowing as they scan over her.Her pristine work shirt is two sizes too small, and the buttons are on the very verge of popping off and revealing her breasts to whomever might care to see.I nod once and she walks over, her hands lifting to touch me. I step back, and her face creases in confusion.Without a word, I shrug off my coat and hand it over to her, keeping my mouth firmly shut. I feel uptight…way too uptight. If I decide to speak, I might just end up lashing out at her.She takes the coat, batting her lashes at me,"Have your seat, sir, and please, do alert me if you need anything. Have a nice flight."" Thank you, Marjorie." I say coldly, making my way to my seat. The pilot's voice comes over the speakers and within minutes, we're off. Destination, Wemp Creek, Las Vegas.Marjorie tuts and prowls around, obviously looking for attention. When I do not pay her an
MASONWembley's place turns out to be a rundown building just outside of town. Why on Earth would Anna want to meet here? The building looks on the downside of dilapidated. I'm certain it might not function for very long."Are you sure this is the place, sir?" Darth asks, fingering the gun in his holster. I do not blame him. This place makes me just a tad uneasy as well.I peer up at the building through the tinted glass windows of the limousine."Well, the sign overhead says Wembley's Place. This should be the place."I push open the door and step out. Darth steps out immediately, coming to stand before me."Perhaps you should wait until our men sweep the area before going in, boss. Just for security reasons."I eye him for a second, then push the door open wider and step out."Nobody knows we are going to be here, Darth. But if you feel that your men need to sweep the place, then by all means go ahead. I'm not waiting in the goddamn car."Dath looks like he's about to protest, but h
MASON"Where the hell have you been?" I ask Anna as the bell signals her arrival into the store. I take a quick scan of her body to make sure she's okay. "It's almost eight pm. You never go out this late. What happened?"She finally meets my eyes and I almost do a double take. Her eyes are red rimmed and puffy from crying. My heart drops to the bottom of my shoes.I take her arm and lead her to a chair, forcing her to sit down. I cup her chin, lifting her face to the overhead lights."You've been crying." I whisper, almost as if I cannot believe it myself. "What happened? Who hurt you, Anna? Talk to me."She holds my gaze," It's nothing, Mira. Just some stupid boys at school."My pulse leaps,"Did they hurt you?"Her eyes snap to mine in surprise." What, no? They didn't hurt me physically. Just orally."" Oh, my poor baby. What did they say to you?"She leans back in her seat and asks instead,"If you had the opportunity to sell the store off to an extremely wealthy man, a man not
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