MIRAFear sits, heavy and icy, in my stomach as Mason's angry gaze rakes me. I pull my dresser lower, suddenly feeling self conscious.He reaches me in there short strides, towering over me."I asked a question, Mira. What the bloody hell are you wearing?I look down at my modest suit dress once again, then back up him."Uh…I'm so sorry. I will find something more fitting right away."I make to hurry past him, afraid that I will make us late. Mason grabs my arm and pulls me back before him, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully."What exactly do you mean by something more fitting?"I heave a breath."I know the dress is still a bit short. But If you can wait a moment, I will wear something better right away…"He pulls me against his chest and leans over, his hot breath wafting over my cheeks, caressing my senses."You are mistaken if you think you can fit in with the crowd, Mira." He whispers.My heart falls. Once again, I'm not good enough."You were meant to shine, little flower. Even in
MASONI probably should'nt have been too harsh on her. Right now, she presses against the door, completely ignoring me, and strangely, I do not want that. I want her focus to be on me. Totally on me. My eyes trace the outline of her delicate jaw from the glow of the streetlights. She is so beautiful, it almost hurts to look at her. I turn away, clenching my fingers to stop myself from reaching out and grabbing her. I cannot touch her. Atleast not right now. If I do, I might never stop.I could'nt stand the look of hope in her eyes when I spoke to her earlier. My mother had that same look minutes before that monster crushed her to death.If this relationship is gonna work out, Mira will just have to suck it up and take whatever I dish out. But it's becoming increasingly difficult to hurt her. But physically and emotionally.***MIRAMason does not say another word to me until we arrive at the party. He only watches me, those piercing eyes burning into my skin all the way to Hollyw
MIRAThe entire room erupts in a beehive of activity. People are running, and screaming.I sway on my feet, my brain suddenly feeling too heavy. I grab onto the nearest chair with intentions of collapsing into it for a while when I feel the second prick. Pain shoots up my neck and my muscles become lethargic. I slide bonelessly to the ground.The lights are too bright. Why the hell are they so bright?Someone lifts and throws me over a shoulder. I struggle in my mind, but my muscles refuse to move. I feel strangely locked in place.A sack is thrown over my head and the stale smell coming from it almost makes me puke.I hold my breath until I pass out.***MIRAI jolt awake, shaking all over. My stomach feels like lead and every single part of me hurts. I try to lifts my hair from my feverish forehead, but my hands refuse to move.My wrists are bound together by strong ropes. So are my ankles."The little bitch is awake."My eyes flick over the dim interior of wherever I am. It take
MIRAMy head throbs wildly against my temples as I struggle to catch a glimpse of the woman through my blurry vision. She is dressed all in black. A black hood covers half of her face as well, leaving it in shadows. If I can just get a little closer…"Blindfold her. Since you fools did not know to wear masks, I will not risk being recognised."That voice. It sounds so achingly familiar. Where have I heard that voice before?"But boss, I thought the plan was to dispose of her later."My heart thuds. "We cannot risk anything. The entire Police force is looking for the bitch. The news of her kidnap spread far too quickly. Blindfold her!"Yes! Mason is looking for me. I should be out of here soon.I pause, mid gloat, as one of the mystery woman's men approach, a black strip of cloth in hand."No!" I scream as he makes a grab for me. I cannot stand another moment of darkness.He grabs my hands and twists them savagely behind my back..I hear my shoulders pop as a muffled gasp of pain esca
MIRAIt's been hours. Or has it been days? But I have been in this dark, musky room for a really long time now.Fortunately, the mystery woman's goons stayed away after she ordered them to leave me alone. I had thought they would'nt listen. That they would pounce on me the moment she was gone.I guess I was wrong.She never came back after that day. The mystery woman, I mean.Why am I still here? Why hasn't Mason come for me yet?I lie there, exhausted and throbbing from all my wounds. If I do not get access to medical facilities soon, they might get infected.The door clangs as one of the men make an entrance, bearing food and water. I have rejected all the meals they've brought so far, only surviving on water."What time is it, please?" I ask. My throat is scratchy and sore. At this rate, I might not survive another hour in this place.He drops the plate and pitcher of water."You are not entitled to ask for anything, bitch."Then he walks out slamming the door behind him.I sit in
MASONTwenty fours have never felt this long exception of the times I was locked in a basement without food or water for days. But then, this is different.I pace the length of my office, mentally convincing myself that it isn't necessary to throw anymore things against the wall. My room is already trashed as it is.The church assured me that I would get a reply in twenty four hours. Normally, I should call off my tech guys, give them a break. But no. No one will be taking breaks until Mira is found.We've been waiting for another video, or any kind of proof, really, that she is still alive. So far, her kidnapper have sent non, confirming my earlier suspicion that she's being kept captive just to goad me."This might be a warning that the other side wants you back." Damon says from his position on the sofa across the room.I pause to give him a hard glare."That part of my life ended when that fucker, Lachlan, died. I am never going back."Damon's eyes narrow over the crossword puzz
MASONI have always known the Italian mafia have establishments in New York City. I even made it a point to find out where every single one of those establishments are located…and avoid them like the bloody plague.They have dozens of warehouses scattered across the city, and I am only finding out about this one. This means that must have taken great pains to keep it hidden.But why?"I dunno if it was a force or something, but someone didn't want us hanging out there." Rob continues."We kept getting different warning signs. Sometimes, we'll come to find blood splattered everywhere. But we never listened."It looks like he's reliving a horror movie. His hands physically trembles, and his face is alarmingly white."One evening, me and my guys came to hang out as usual. Ronan, one of us had gone missing since the previous day, and we wanted to strategize on how we were gonna look for 'im."His eyes fill with tears. He brushes them quickly, his cheeks reddening in embarrassment."Sorry
MASONI watch as members of the Emergency Response Team strap Mira to a mini oxygen facility and roll her unmoving body into the ambulance. I'm not going with the ambulance. I do not think I will be able to bear Vanessa's crying, or the accusation in Anna's eyes. Ordinarily, I would'nt care. But Mira's kidnapping was my fault. I just know it.Just as I know that the La Famiglia symbols in that warehouse are not a fucking coincidence. Someone from my past is back to haunt me. But who?I haven't said a single word to anyone since I saw Mira lying lifeless in that burning building. Not even Damon. Her usually rosy cheeks are pale, and her eyes, always radiating with stubbornness and defiance, are firmly shut. I have refused the ERT team that tried to tend to my cuts and bruises, too. Mira is fucking hurting, so I will hurt as well.She still hasn't opened her eyes, or moved, but they found a faint pulse, and they're building on that. I already made it clear to them that it is her lif
MIRA “Wake up, princess. It’s getting late.” I blink sleepily, smiling to myself when I catch a whiff of heavenly smelling cologne. With my eyes still firmly shut, I reach out to the source of the delicious scent and my arms instantly come in contact with broad, cloth covered shoulders. With a determined tug, I pull the shoulders closer to myself and it lands against me with a soft thud, then I proceed to sink my face into the neck of the owner of the shoulder and get a better whiff of that addictive scent. “Mmm… you smell so good.” I feel soft, warm lips against my cheek. “Thank you, baby.” That jolts me out of my sleepy state. I open my eyes and I’m immediately assailed by piercing gray eyes. I blink up at him for a second. “Good morning, baby girl.” He whispers. I swallow. “Good morning.” I feel every part of my body tense up, mostly because I believe I have an early morning arousal and the world’s most handsome man is lying almost fully against me. I try to move awa
MASONI should be holding Mira right now. I should be reassuring her of my unlimited devotion. But her confessions earlier struck a chord deep in my heart."Fuck!" I curse into the empty office.Unable to keep sitting still, I walk to the mini wet bar and pour myself a glass of my favourite Cognac. I tip the shot glass and down the contents in one gulp. The sharp burn does nothing to lessen the pain inside of me. It does nothing to quench the fire that burns so desperately for one green eyed, stubborn-as-fuck female.I slam the shot glass on the counter to stop myself from throwing it against the wall.Mira wouldn't want to stay with me unless I admit that I'm in love with her. Am I in love with Mira?The sudden realization has me freezing in my tracks. It hits me out of nowhere, numbing my senses.I walk back to my chair and sink into it. It is either that or fall flat on my face. I've always seen myself as incapable of love or anything related to the term. Turns out, the little
MIRAMason and I fall into each other in a tangled heat of fused mouths and moving hands. He picks me from the bathtub and I hold on to him, enjoying the delicious slide of his wet body against mine.“Wrap your legs around me, baby.” He whispers urgently against my lips, and I comply. He grabs my arse, his fingers digging into the soft skin. The combination of pain and pleasure almost leaves me reeling.My core is already slick and dripping from arousal. My entire body feels like I’ve been set alight with a flaming torch.Mason pins me atop one of the counters in the bathroom. He spreads my legs and steps between them. His hot, hard, throbbing erection brushes against the swollen nub of my clit and I throw my head back, a slight whimper escaping my lips.“Mason. Mason please…”He runs his hot lips over the skin of my neck.“Please what, baby? What do you want?” He whispers against me. “Whatever you want is yours. Whatever you want, baby girl.”“Touch me. Touch me, please.” My voice is
MIRA“Bathe with me.” He says confidently like he hasn’t just made a declaration that has my heart spilt all over his thousand dollar shirt.All traces of sleep departs from me and I stare at him, transfixed. He looks serious. Dead serious.“Is…is this still part of the challenge? Getting me to fall in love with you, I mean.” Because if it is, unfortunately for me, that ship has long sailed. I need to know where all this is coming from.For a moment, Mason says nothing. He simply stares at me, those stormy grays causing havoc to my raging nerves.“Do I look like I’m joking, little flower? Challenge aside, I’ve decided that I want you. I need you with me every single fucking moment.” My breath hitches. “You’re not there for five seconds and I suddenly can’t breathe properly. I remember that whatever is going on here is temporary and I want to smash something against the wall.” He pauses, his chest heaving rapidly. I have never seen him so…worked up. “ I think I’m obsessed with you, Mi
MIRAIt’s eight o’clock and Mason still isn’t back. I left Vanessa’s a while ago after spending enough quality time with my sister and promising to come back. Actually, Darth came up and declared in his usual quiet, lethal manner that the boss wanted me back home. I would have defied him and stayed back, but I want to get this tuition issue out of the way once and for all.That was seven o’clock, almost an hour ago. Now, I sit in the main room and stare unseeingly at the beautiful mini aquarium, worrying myself to death. I started calling him thirty minutes ago. So far, he hasn’t answered any of my calls. Neither has he returned them. He said he was going after those who hurt me. What if they hurt him? My heart squeezes at the thought of him probably lying broken and hurt somewhere with no means of getting help, and I call his phone over and over again. It keeps going to voice mail. I throw the stupid thing against the wall, watching it crack open and fall to the ground with a sick
MASONMira and I have been back to civilization for all of three days and I already want to load her up and take her back. I admit that our little vacation time together was…positively enlightening, but I never wanted it to end. Sadly, the real world was calling. I had to come back and make plans, put things in place.Mira trusts me to take revenge on everyone who hurt her in the past, and that is exactly what I’m going to do. I haven’t told her about our little encounter when she was fucking nineteen years old. The very thought of telling her makes my insides turn to ice.She might run. She might want to leave me. I won’t let her. Losing Mira would destroy me. I never counted on wanting a woman so much, not seeing or hearing from her for up to an hour would make me itch, but Mira changed…everything. So if keeping this little secret from her for the meantime would guarantee that she stays with me a little longer, that is exactly what I’m going to do.“What’s the plan?” I turn my
MASON Mira might seem a little dazed, a little confused even, but I meant what I said. I protect her now. Her care is my responsibility. I know everything might go to shit later when she finds out that my uncle is in fact Escobar Scuderi and I’m the nephew she was “given to,” but when that time comes, I will be ready. She may have an anger fit, she might cry, she might even throw things at me. But even then, I’m not letting her go anywhere. She’s stuck with me for life now, even if I have to force a ring on that finger to prove it. I freeze as that thought flits through my mind, but the thought of Mira in my house, legally mine with my ring on her finger to prove it leaves me hot…and hard. I want to bind her to me in every possible way. I don’t really care if she accepts it as first. In the long run, she will come to understand that there won’t ever be another man in her life except me. As it should be. When I saw Mira for the first time at Le Delegharo, it felt like I was being p
MIRAYou know that point in your life when it feels like you have absolutely no idea which path you're headed?That part where you feel like you had everything all figured out and suddenly, the way you chose doesn't feel like the right way anymore and you're all toggled up with confusion? That is exactly how I feel right now.Mason's eyes spark with conviction and something else, an emotion I have seen one two many times in those gray depths…determination. "I'm the one who owes you not the other way round, Mason."One of his perfectly shaped brows shoot up."And what exactly do you feel you owe me, Miss Fernandez? Sex? Mistress duties?"Okay, now I'm confused. I lift my chin, my gaze equally tinged with determination."I'm sorry, did I perhaps miss the memo? Isn't that exactly why I'm here?"Mason stares down at me for a while. An emotion that feels too dangerously close to indecision flits in his gaze."I don't want you to just be my mistress anymore."I freeze." What?"He rolls off
MASONAfter two, or was it three more rounds of hard sex, Mason and I finally find ourselves back in the bathroom where he gives me soothing, refreshing bath. He literally scrubs me clean.When we’re both squeaky clean, Mason pins me beneath him on the bed. My legs are completely entangled with his. There’s absolutely no escaping him.”I like you like this.” He murmurs, running a thumb over my cheeks.”Oh? Like what?””Naked in my bed. Completely mine.”My pulse spikes and my heart begins to burn with a warm glow. Calm down, stupid heart.”I’m not utterly yours, Mason.” I challenge.His eyes equally spark with a dangerous, gray gleam.”Want me to show you all over again?” He asks, running his fingers over my thighs suggestively.”Are you joking?”His face is a perfect mask of seriousness,”Do you think I’m joking?”My mouth falls open and for a few seconds, I’m not able to utter a single word.”We just had…sex a couple minutes ago. I’m incredibly sore.” I point out incredulously.His