SIXTEEN – THUNDER AND BRIMSTONE

MASON

I 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,