TAKEN

Mason sat on the plush couch of Ashley's mansion, surrounded by his henchmen who were smoking and engaging in other unsavory activities. Ashley's maid stood in front of him, holding a tray of roasted meat, her hands shaking with fear.

He leaned forward and reached for a piece, letting out a satisfied sigh as he chewed. "You know, I could get used to this," he said between mouthfuls. "A nice mansion, good food, and a pretty little thing to serve me." He smirked and grabbed the maid's arm, pulling her close.

"Don't you dare drop that tray," Mason threatened her. "Or I'll have to fuck you."

Before he could continue his lewd remarks, his right-hand man interrupted him by running down the stairs with a paper in his hand. Mason snatched it from him and read it with a scowl on his face. It was the divorce papers of Ashley and Noah.

"Foolish boy," Mason muttered, tearing the paper to shreds. "Falling in love with the daughter of an enemy. And now he's dead because of her."

Mason was seething