Scarlett

Running my hads through the dress, I look at myself in the whole body mirror in my closet.

It hugs my curves on the right places, reaches my mid tights and shows most of my tattos. Like the ones on my back, the roman numerals on my collarbone, the ones in my arms and the gun on my rib and birds on my waist side.

My brown hair falls in large waves, the left side thrown over my shoulder showing my pierced ear, and my eyes are with a peach tone, my lips with a wine red lipstick.

Mason said we should be there at 11pm, so we have to leave the mansion at 10.30 pm.

I send a text at Wes saying that I already had the key and tomorrow we talked about the day to meet.

I put my perfume, grab my heels and phone, putting my belt gun on my tight and head downstairs barefoot.

Heels kill feet.

I don't see Mason anywhere, he's probably still in his room, so I seat on the kitchen couch and turn the tv on, watching some policial show.

Ironic, I know.

"Scarlett." I hear Mason sexy voice call.

"Yep?" I get up and look at him. He's wearing a suit with a black turtle neck sweater, and leather shoes. I look up at his face to see his lips slightly parted and he's eyes a bit wide looking at me up and down.

I shift under his intense gaze.

Clearing his throat he looks at me. "We're going." I nod taking my heels in my hands and follow him to the garage.

Opening the doir for me to his black Lamborghini he grabs gently my wrist impeding me to enter. "You look stunning by the way." He says and I can feel myself blush.

Well, I'm not used to compliments.

"Thanks. You don't look to bad yourself." I smile at him and he smirks. "I always look good."

I laugh lightly, shaking me head and enter the car.

The drive is silent, rap music softly playing on the background. I have my head leaned against the tinted windows watching the lights of the street.

I gasp when Mason puts his hand on my thight. Looking at him I see that he's already looking at me. "Are you ok?"

I offer him a smile and nod. "Yeah. Just thinking."

He nods turning his attention back to the road, his hand stays on my thight.

Reaching to the club you can hear the music from the outside, a guard on the froont door and people waiting to enter.

Mason leads me to the back door, his hand on my back."Take this." He says to me at the door. I look at his hand to see a gun and smirk.

I lift my dress showing him my own gun, he snorts. "Already ahead of everything aren't you?"

"Perhaps." I shrug and we make our way to the club.

It's crazy inside there's lights flashing everywhere, people dancing, music blasting. a huge bar with a bunch of drinks.

It's like paradise on earth.

"Boss." one security nods at him and Mason mirrors his gesture.

He leads us to a hall with rooms. Probably the VIP zones. The hall his dark, red carpet and black doors.

We enter the last one to see a man with two womens on his lap wearing almost nothing. The man looks almost like a homeless person, with his beard and all.

There's two red couches and a glass table separating them. The room has blue leds and a normal light, red cealing and walls, black floor.

"Matteo, hello." The man says a little to excited while Mason and I seat.

Real close, but I'm not complaining.

"Chase." Mason nods at him and sits straight, his hands together resting on his lap.

The girls are looking at me with disgust, I feel sorry for them, they just want a cheap quick fuck, and money. Poor girls, I think he can't even get a hard on, anymore.

"So how have you been?" Chase, asks Mason and I restrain myself to snort.

You could perfectly see that he idolaters Mason.

"Let's start with business, shall we?" Masons voice his hard, his face blank, and his stare intense.

"Right. Of course. After all is what we are here for." Chase laughs along with the girls giggles, I try not to cringe.

They're embarrassing themselves.

"The deal is 60 for me, 40 for you. You'll get my products and I'll gain the money for it, I think it's a fair deal." Chase says trying to look intimidating. The key word being trying.

"I want this to be 50/50. You'll be using my men and my ways of transport with 60/40 I will lose money." Mason says to the man, daring him with his eyes to contradict him.

"W-well, I've already talked to my partner, he said that our deal was fair..." the man trails stuttering.

"It's 50/50 or no deal. I don't need your money, but we both know you need mine."

They continue talking, I observe the guy attentionly ignoring the glares of the girls. Mason looks at me, once they're agreeing to the deal and I nod looking at his dark brown eyes.

Chance clasp his hands together once they agree and looks at me, his eyes roaming my body.

Pig. Can I shoot him?

"Matteo, che ne dici di condividere la ragazza con me? Potrei divertirmi con lei." he says in Italian, smirking, and I narrow my eyes at him.              (Matteo, how about sharing the girl with me? I could have fun with her.)

I don't understand what he's saying, but by the way he's looking at me he's asking for sex.

Jerk.

"Lei non è una troia, toccarla e si muore, semplice." Mason growls and by the look off fear in Chase's face I can teel he told him to back off.       (she is not a slut, touch her and you die, simple.)

I have to say, him talking Italian is hot as fuck.

"I d-didn't know. I-I'm sorry Matteo." Mason signals him to leave and the man rushes out off the room, with the girls.

I sigh. "What did he said?" I look at him. "He wanted to have fun with you, I told him he toches you, he dies." He shrugged leaning his head on the couch.

"Indeed he would." I take my gun and put it on the table.

"What did you think about him?" he asks me, eyes closed.  "If you asked him to suck your dick, he would."

Mason laughs and I can't help but smile hearing it.

It's so...hot dang!

"I don't fancy him." He opens his eyes to look at me and smirks. "But I do fancy you."

"I'll think about it." I pat his leg and he snorts sitting strait.

"You know. you're the only women that I've ever wanted to fuck so much."

I gasp, faking shock. "Poor Hannah, she would be heart broken if she heard that." He chuckles pulling me to his lap, so I'm straddling him, hands on my hips, while mine are on his chest.

"She would, good thing I for rid of her then."

"You let go your fuck buddie? Now you'll have to do it by yourself, shame."

He pulls me closer, so I'm sitting an inch by his crotch. "Let's say that I got bored. I'm looking for a challenge, she was too easy. I prefer the ones that tease, you know?"

I nod. "Hm, I see. Good luck finding one then." I grind on him making him groan. "You're impossible."

"Why's that?" I grind again and he grips my waist, stopping me in my place. "I swear if you don't stop , I'll fuck you right here, right now."

"Good." I whisper in his ear bitting his earlobe. In a blink I'm laying underneath him on the couch, his arms on each side of my head, supporting his weight.

"I'm fucking tempted, but I'm gentleman enough not to do it in a dirty couch." He gets off of me and I put the gun back on my thight.

We leave to the mansion after that in silence. The sexual tension speaking for us.