MASONI still haven’t told Mira that I am one of the evil bastards who tried to abuse her years ago. I still haven’t told her that my own uncle almost forced her into a life of sex slavery and ruined her entire life.I haven’t told her that I will launch an all out attack on La Famiglia next month…and I might not come out alive. I only lift her hand to my lips and kiss it softly.I know I should probably count my losses now and let her go before things begin to get crazy and the truth starts flying. Maybe I’m a selfish bastard, but I know Mira would run out the front door once she realises who I really am, and I plan to hold on to her for a long, long time.She asks me if I love her.What I feel for Mira Fernandez is darker and wilder than love. A few months ago, I thought I was obsessed. Turns out, my feelings run even darker than that.And I’m beginning to get the hunch that the darkness might one day ruin us both. But even then…I’m never letting go.If it keeps her by my side, I w
MIRAI have absolutely no idea where I’m going. I only stumble blindly down the room until I get to the door. I have no idea that tears are running down my cheeks until the salty taste slips past my lips and into my mouth.The pain in my chest swells until it’s choking me, until I can barely breathe. The whole party suddenly feels suffocating. I need to get out of here!Subtly aware of the fact that I probably look like a raccoon now, I pause for a second to dab at my wet face and wipe my tears, but deep down, I know I will never be able to wipe away the memories of what I just heard.I will never be able to wipe away this choking, overwhelming sense of betrayal.I stumble towards the exit once more, not caring to watch where I’m going.“You’re mine. Only mine.” Mason’s words echo in my head like a broken record. Liar. He’s a complete liar and like a pathetic fool, I believed him. I let myself trust him. I let myself fall in love with him.My soul feels like it’s been crushed to a mil
MASONThe moment Darth informed me that someone else, specifically him, Axel Roman, had his hands on my woman, I saw red. I had unfinished business with Halloway, but I abandoned it and practically flew down to the main ballroom.Now, I watch from a distance as the motherfucker greedily soaks up her laugh and smiles. I watch as she gives another man all her attention.I watch as Mira Fernandez disobeys me once again.How I’m able to stand still and not walk over there and bash Axel’s head in is a fucking miracle…one that might not last very long. He leans forward to pick a stray strand of hair that grazes her cheek and I clench my fingers in blinding rage.“How long has this been going on?”“About fifteen minutes now.” Darth responds.I shut my eyes for a brief second to quell my venomous anger. That will be fifteen punches for the fifteen minutes that Axel Roman has tried to take what belongs to me.I’m aware that the fact that he’s here is a warning, and I vow to send back that war
MIRAI fly into the first room I can find – which happens to be the bathroom. My pulse thumps rapidly as I make my way down the marbled floors, looking for an empty stall to hide. My mind flashes to the black clouds I could see in Mason’s eyes earlier. Something tells me that if he catches me this time, I might likely not survive his wrath. I finally find an empty, half open stall and slip in quickly, locking the door behind me. My legs are trembling as I listen quietly for any sounds. Five minutes later, I hear the sound of footsteps as people walk in.“Can you believe that Mason brought his slut to a high profile party?”From the sounds they’re making, it is apparent that the ladies came in to powder their noses. I roll my eyes.“I know, right?” The second one replies. “Once a slut, always a slut. She even kissed another man while he stood right there. Where did he even find that whore?” I stifle the urge to open the door and give those bimbos a piece of my mind. Instead, I bring
MASONThe darkness that crawled like a fog in my head when I saw Mira and Axel kiss earlier threatens to come out and play ball right now.I hold her to me by her fragile wrists, realising that it would take absolutely nothing to hurt her – realising that in this moment, maybe I want to hurt her.I do not care about her explanations or whatever she has to say. She should have known better. Now, she stares at me through those scared, wet eyes, but instead of remorse or pity, I only feel a cold, angry emptiness.I flip her over and press her into the bed, lifting her arse high in the air as I ready her for my spanking. I had thought of this idea when she ran from my office earlier, but now, I’m switching it to a whole new level.After I spank her to my satisfaction, after I make sure that that pussy is wet and dripping from the pleasurable pain I inflict, she will explain to me why she let another man touch her, most importantly Axel Roman. That prick.“Mason, what are you doing?”“Stay
I huddle into my blanket in the front seat of Vanessa’s Ferrari and stare out the window, trying to numb the painful pang in my chest. She finally gets in, starts the car and pretty soon, we’re off. With every mile that takes me away from the party… away from Mason, I feel a strange hurting sensation in my throat.“I can’t believe that sonofabitch. Thank God I arrived on time. Are you okay, sweetheart?”Because I still feel raw, I ask instead,“Where’s Anna?”“Girls sleepover at her friend Marcy’s place.” I smile fondly at the thought of my sister. I miss her so much. I turn slowly to my best friend.“How did you find me? How did you escape Damon?”She shrugged,“I traced your phone’s location to that room, or rather, the police did. Same thing. As for Damon, I escaped. But let me worry about that.”Despite the numbness, the thought of Vanessa sneaking out of Damon’s glass mansion to rescue me like some kind of superhero brings a smile to my lips. I lean over and give her a quick
In the hidden darkness of a dilapidated warehouse, a beautiful woman sits atop her wooden throne, her face set in hard, straight lines.“What’s the status report?”The woman before her trembles like a leaf.“I’ve tried all I can to keep them apart. I have executed all your plans just like you asked. We’ll just have to wait to see the results.”The queen rises to her feet, the flowing tail of her dress dragging behind her.“I’m beginning to think you’re becoming incompetent. Maybe you don’t want to see him again as much as you claim to. Maybe I should just do away with him.” Her voice oozes evil. Pure, calm evil.“No! No, please. I promise I’m trying my best. Please don’t do this. I beg you.”The queen pretends to be deep in thoughts for a second.“Wanna see something amusing?”The woman raises red, tear drenched eyes, her stomach tightening with foreboding. Things the queen finds amusing are never amusing…they’re traumatising.Taking her silence as an answer or not really caring at a
MIRAIt’s been twenty four hours and Mason hasn’t come yelling, screaming and wrecking havoc all over the place like I’d imagined. We haven’t even heard a peep from him and Damon. I’m supposed to be happy…relieved, but all I feel is a strange, empty hollow in my chest and mounting panic that perhaps Mason has decided to forget about me. Perhaps he’s realised that I’m not worth the trouble. Fuck, I’m a mess.A part of me wants to stomp over to La Magnifique and ask him if I am that quick to forget, if what we had, no matter how volatile, never meant anything to him. While a part of me just wants to be relieved that he seems to be giving me a break.I cannot deny that I miss him. I miss him so much, it’s beginning to hurt. I went to bed last night clutching the pillow to me and imagining it was his chest. I’ve fallen for Hades’s dark angel and there’s no going back.Saturday night rolls into Sunday evening. When Anna and Vanessa can no longer stand my long faces and new habit of cons