Mason sniffed and wiped his tears with the back of his hand.Seth sighed, assuming Mason wouldnât open the door, but just as he was about to leave, the door creaked open, revealing Mason with slightly red eyes.Seth took Mason to a nearby restaurant and bought him breakfast. Mason was quiet the whole time, his fingers fidgeting nervously as he stared at the street outside through the large glass windows.âHere,â Seth slid the meal he ordered toward Mason.Mason glanced down at the food, his jaw clenching before shifting his gaze to Seth. âI donât want to go back to that house.ââI know how you feel. That was a close call,â Seth nodded, his voice calm and understanding. âButâĶ did you really kiss someone last night?ââI was drunk,â Mason defended himself. âI thought I was going out with real friends, not knowing they were only deceiving me. I never knew that was their motiveâĶ and Ste-phen didnât even listen.ââThatâs because you lied to him at first. What do you mean by their motive?â S
Mason whimpered as pain struck his waist. It was dull yet sharpâa reminder of how rough Ste-phen had handled him last night.His legs felt weak, making him wonder what would have happened if Ste-phen hadnât passed out. No, he didnât want to think about it.He didnât want to think about any of it.Chatter rose in the classroom. Mason looked up, meeting Dexterâs gaze as he stepped into the class. Dexterâs brows knitted in confusion when he realized Mason had changed his seat.Mason averted his eyes, placing them on his notebook, guilt gnawing at him. Dexter had apologized. Under normal circumstances, it would have been wrong to act this way, but the situation was different now. It was for Dexterâs own good.Without a word, Dexter sat in his usual seatâright beside Masonâs old one.Twilight seized the opportunity, sitting next to him with a bright smile.âHey, Dexter,â she greeted him.Dexter barely glanced at her before turning back to the board.âWhat happened between you and the loser
Ste-phen stepped into the class, and the murmurs immediately died down. As usual, girls drooled over him. Bella, on the other hand, breathed in anger.âCold bastard,â she muttered under her breath.Dexter observed Ste-phen closely. The manâs eyes flicked to Mason's old seat first. His brow creased, scanning the classroom before finally settling on Mason. Their eyes met for a fleeting moment before Mason quickly averted his gaze.Dexter noticed the subtle smirk on Ste-phenâs face before he began his lecture.There was definitely something between them.******It was barely working.Mason knew he was slowly creating hate for himself. Though he was glad Dexter was keeping his distance, he couldnât help but worry. If Dexter wanted to turn the whole school against him, he could do it effortlessly. But this was for Dexter's own good.He couldnât afford to let anyone get hurt because of him.He had seen Ste-phenâs half-shift that night. It was terrifying, and the fact that it had taken himâ
Handcuffed.Never had Mason thought he would ever wear these. Never in his life did he imagine that one day heâd be this humiliated.He badly wished what was happening to him was a cruel nightmareâa nightmare he desperately wanted to wake up from.But it was real.At this moment, he stared down at his hands, cuffed like a criminal.It triggered a painful memoryâa memory seared into his mind. He had just returned from school only to find several cops pinning his father to the floor. One had a gun to his head while others harshly restrained and chained him down.Murderer!âI didnât do it! I didnât kill anyone! This is a fucking mistake!â His father, Rowan, cried out while his mother, Yara, struggled helplessly against the officers blocking her path.âFather!â Masonâs eyes welled up as the officers pressed his fatherâs head hard against the floor, ignoring his cries of pain.âYouâre hurting him!â Mason yelled, surging forward, but one of them shoved him aside. âHeâs not like that! Let my
âYou'll rot here!âYeah, he heard that, and now those words were finally sinking in.He knew what he did was impulsive and that he should have just kept it in, but at the same time, he couldn't bring himself to beg. They wouldn't just listen.Mason sighed, lowered his head, staring at the floor and wondering how many hours he was going to spend confined in here.Footsteps echoed, approaching, followed by the clanking sounds of the cell door.Mason looked up at the officer opening his cell.âSomeone is here to pick you up.âWas it Ste-phen? Was he back?Mason couldn't help but wonder as they led him through the corridor. However, a slight wave of disappointment washed over him as he sighted the person who had come to pick him up.It was Dexter.Mason scolded himself inwardly. Why in the world was he expecting Ste-phen to be here when the man was out of the country, doing whatever?âHey, Mason,â Dexter walked past the officer to meet him. He noticed the slight red swell on Masonâs face.
Dexter wanted more. He was seeing Cole, but he was also seeing Mason, just in between his legs and pleasuring him this way.Those lips he had tasted back at the club, he imagined them around his hardness right now. He imagined Mason's gaze locked onto him.âMason,â he whispered his name before he could stop it.His grip on Cole's hair tightened as Dexter moved his hips, shoving his length deeper. Cole gagged, his free hand gripping the edge of the couch tightly.âFaster, goddammit,â Dexter groaned, his breath heavy as waves of pleasure washed over him. His thighs tensed as Cole increased his pace, Dexter's length hitting the back of his throat with each thrust.A guttural groan tore from Dexter's throat as he released. He held Cole still to take all of it.Dexter threw his head backward, shutting his eyes while Cole began to leave. As the door shut behind Cole with a light thud, Dexter's eyes fluttered open again.âIâm still gonna get him,â he mumbled, clicking his tongue in his mouth
Mason's eyes widened like that of the moon, his heart skipping a beat at Ste-phen sudden attack on the officers.That was the last thing he had expected Ste-phen to fucking do.âCat got your tongue? Do not test my patience hereâ Ste-phen warned the offices, his voice dangerously low "A little bit more of pleasure and your heads are going to go ka boom!âĶââSir!â Mason quickly interfered and Ste-phen slowly glanced at him over his shoulder. âYou need to stop. Stop hurting themâSte-phen raised a brow. âAnd what make you think I will listen to youâ he returned his gaze to the officer. âTell them to confess insteadâMason looked at the officers. âThey can't. You are pinning and hurting their head to the wall. Even if they speak you can't hear themâSte-phen clicked his tongue. His little mate was kind of right. Reluncantly, Ste-phen loosen his grip, both officers had their head bleeding a little, fear swirling in their gaze.They both gasped, stood on their feet and immediately made a gre
Thud!Ste-phen carelessly dropped them to the floor and tucked his casually into his pocket.âWhere the hell is your chief?â he asked in a deep baritone voice.*******The slightly shorter middle-aged man stepped into the room where Ste-phen was waiting with his arms folded.The Chiefâs face was hard. Someone dared to harass not only one but two officers! And even asked for his presence! How daring!He had asked his boys why they didn't put him in jail already, but they seemed a little afraid, as this same dude had threatened them that he would snap their heads off if they dared to touch him.He could tell this man had a menacing aura, but that didn't mean he could do whatever he wanted.âYou asked for me?â the Chief raised a brow.Ste-phen, with his arms crossed over his broad chest, glanced up and met his gaze.The Chief found the face familiar, and as he slowly remembered, his eyes widened like that of a full moon.âM... Mr. Black?â he stuttered, instinctively taking a step back. â
âPens up.âMrs. Katherineâs voice resonated through the classroom. Most of the students groaned under their breath. It was the last exam, and it had been pretty tough for them.Very few were able to complete their work, including Mason and Twilight.Bella sulked throughout. She no longer sat or spoke with Twilight and minded her own business.Dexter, on the other hand, had changed seats and was awfully quiet the whole time. He and Mason hadnât exchanged a single wordânot even once. But Mason was still curious. Dexter had mentioned him being in danger, and then the shooting incident happened.Even though Ste-phen refused to tell them who was behind it, Mason couldnât stop wondering.âDexter?â Mason called in a whisper, careful not to let Katherine hear so she wouldnât mistake it for cheating.Dexterâs movement paused, and without a word or even a glance, he rose from his chair and walked over to Mrs. Katherine to submit his work.Mason sighed. Dexter must be really mad at him. Perhaps
Moore clenched his phone tightly, his heart racing nonstop, lips quivering.âMr. Black, letâs talk aboutââThree beeps echoed in his ear, indicating the call had just been disconnected. Sweat beaded on Mooreâs face, his eyes darted around the room as though searching for somewhere to hideâĶ but there was nowhere.He was alone.And now, sooner or later, his heart was going to be ripped out of his chest. The thought made his knees buckle. He felt stupid for ever playing with Ste-phenâs words.His son was dead. He couldnât even grieveâhe was next.His trembling fingers slid across his phone screen, dialing a number. When the person on the other end picked up, he yelled:âFuck! Thank God youâre not dead. Prepare any possible way for me to leave this country right away. I donât care how you do it, I need to leave now! Iâll pay you anythingâjust find me a way immediately!âThe voice on the other end responded, âSir, you could follow the goods you're about to ship to Korea. If itâs urgent.âR
âĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒâĒTwilight let out a cry as she climbed to her peak, Seth's fingers thrusting in and out of her wet core while his tongue flicked over her sensitive nub.The heat coiled in her stomach, her mouth parting in a silent moan before the sensation exploded within her, making her collapse back onto the bed.Her breathing came in heavy bursts, chest heaving as she struggled to steady herself. Her eyes were shut, a hint of tears pricking the corners.Her heartbeat pounded so loudly she couldâve sworn Seth heard it.She felt a kiss on her jaw, prompting her eyes to flutter open and meet Sethâs dreamy gaze. He brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean. The sight was so sensual, Twilight had to bite her lip to suppress a moan.âFirst time?â he asked softly, his eyes gentleâTwilight could see stars in them.âMhm,â she nodded, and his brows arched.âReally?â He clearly hadnât expected that answer. She nodded again, and something primal flickered in his eyes.Twilight mightâve gon
Twilight was drying her hair when Seth stepped in as well. Her eyes lit up at the sight of him, and she immediately dropped the towel and approached.âSeth, how did itââSeth grabbed her waist, slamming his lips against hers, shoving her words back into her throat with a hard, passionate kiss. Twilight melted in his arms, letting his warm tongue slide into her mouth.Her sweet moan echoed through the room, her hand sliding onto his neck, threading her fingers through his hair.He grabbed her by the waist, lifting her as though she weighed nothing. Her back met the wall with a soft thud, her breath catching in her throat as her towel slipped down, pooling at her feet like a whisper.âSethâĶâ she breathed, her voice trembling with need, but he didnât let her speak.His mouth was on hers again, harder this timeâdesperate. As if he needed to remind himself she was real. As if heâd lose his mind if he didnât taste her right then and there.Her legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in.
The sky roared outside in the night, thunder cracking against the clouds, its roar echoing in the large room. On the king-sized bed was Mason, curled on the soft mattress.His eyes opened, staring into space. He couldn't sleep. Not a single hint of darkness wanted to slip into his senses.He stayed awake, but he was barely aware of his surroundings. The heavy thunder sounded distant, and the rain splattering against the window was quiet.His mind was disoriented. There was a heavy weight pressing against his chest, puncturing his heart. He was breathing, yet it felt as though he was not.Mason rolled onto the other side, restless with only one name on his mindâSte-phen.He hadn't been this worried and unsettled about a man before. Hell, he didn't know he was this attached to still be awake for this long. He couldn't even eat the dinner the hotel service had brought for him.The meal was on his table. Untouched.Why was he shot?Who was after him?Is Ste-phen alright?That questionâhe
**********SethâS APARTMENT Ste-phen instantly ripped off his clothes, revealing his hard-toned chest as he stepped into the cold cell. His breath came in ragged gasps. Fangs bared, his right hand bled from how tightly he had clenched his fist throughout the ride.Seth prepared the chains, immediately beginning to bind him.âFaster, Seth,â Ste-phen rasped.âJust keep your eyes open,â Seth said, hastening his movements.Ste-phen suddenly surged, his free hand almost slashing Sethâs face. Thanks to Sethâs speed and Ste-phenâs restraint, the blow missedâotherwise, it would have caused a deep wound.Seth grabbed the second hand and chained it as well before stepping back to lock Ste-phen inside. He took a deep breath, watching Ste-phenâs head slump forward, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm...Silence settled over the cell, and Sethâs heart shattered, wondering when this would finally end.He was about to hear the roars of pain, the struggles, and the writhing of his friend
Before the gunshot sounded, Mason suddenly felt a hard surface slam into himâno, it was a chest. The impact made the ice cream in his hand slip and sprawl onto the floor.It all happened so fast. Before Mason could even process it, the gunshot rang out, making him jerk violently, his eyes squeezing shut. But strong arms wrapped around him protectively, shielding him from the danger.With his heart racing, Mason slowly regained his senses. Screams erupted from the onlookers, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps as chaos filled the air.âHey,â a deep, familiar, soothing voice broke through Mason's panic. âAre you alright?âMason looked up slowly, meeting Ste-phenâs intense, worried gazeâa look he had never seen before.After winning that plush toy, Ste-phen had received a message from Seth. Twilight had mentioned that Zeno Luther was in townâand after Masonâs life.Ste-phen hadnât wasted a second. He dashed out of the building. Upon spotting Mason, he noticed a red laser dot on hi
Zeno sat lazily on the couch, waiting for Mr. Moore to show up. The snacks and drinks before him remained untouchedâhe wasn't a fan of junk food. Instead, he lit a cigarette and began to smoke. Mr. Moore entered hurriedly, adjusting his suit and clearing his throat. âMr. Luther. What a surpriseâyouâre back in the country,â Moore greeted. He caught sight of the snacks and turned to the maid who had served them. âYou served these?â The maid panicked. âYes, I thought it would be pleasant to entertain the visitor before the meal was ready.â âGet them away,â Moore ordered, but as the maid stepped forward, Zeno raised his hand to stop her. The maid lifted her head with a questioning look. âHow about you entertain me in another way, young woman?â Zeno asked, his voice calm yet dripping with authority. The maid hesitated but responded, âOâĶokay. I'll do my best.â âGet between my legs,â he ordered, and shock flashed in the maidâs eyes. She looked back at Moore, who scowled down at he
"I've seen her nudes before. She ain't got no shaved clean pussy," a voice spoke from the side of the stall."Yeah, right, but you gotta see how she bounces, though. She's tight as fuck," another added."I'd agree with Dan. You need to see how she squirts too. Gotta say, she is heaven," the third chimed in."But a whore, kinda," the first let out a short laugh. "How come Luke never noticed his girlfriend was such a hotspot, fucking around with every man she met?""Not our business, though. At least we had something to taste. She's fine," the third said."She was the one who came to us, not the other way around. We are not guilty," the second added. "We're good friends."Silence fell for a moment before they all burst into laughter."Good friends who are about to have a foursome with her," the first snickered, followed by another round of laughter.But it was cut short. Then came a whimperâno, a moanâechoing from the last stall in the restroom."You hear that?" the third man asked, see