Scarlett

My body is frozen and I can tell that Mason blood is boiling. I run my eyes through the page over and over again.

"Fuck!" Mason yells punching the wall, making me jump considering I was in shock.

"I can't believe I have that blood on my mafia. I'll fucking kill him."He growls walking to the door, his eyes filled with anger.

"Stop." I put my hands on his chest, making him stop glaring at me, taking them almost immediately when he tenses.

He doesn't like being touched without a warning, I've noticed that. Unless we're fucking.

"You're not thinking straight, if you kill him you can't get anything from him." I say softly keeping my gray eyes on his dark angered ones.

"His uncle fucking killed Alessandra, he's not here to make peace, he's here to destroy me. Like killing my sister wasn't enough!" he shouts and I don't flinch nor expresse anything on my face.

He's mad, angry and frustrated. It's normal.

"Think Mason. If you haven't had any attacks or threats it's because he's not contacting him, an-"

"Are you saying he's here to try and make up for his monster of a uncle?" he interrupts, his voice still raised.

He's joking right? I, myself want to go and kill him, but we got to be smart. I understand that he's mad, but I don't take bullshit from anyone.

"Did you heard me say that Matteo? If you'd let me fucking end my sentence. Go ahead, kill him, you'll get to figure out nothing." My voice raised slightly, only to give him the hint that I'm becoming annoyed.

His blood killed my most loved ones too.

He huffs cutting the eye contact." I'm furious, I didn't mean to shout at you, I apologize." Nodding at him, I seat on the couch. "You have eyes on him, since he's new here, right?"

He nods, so I continue. "Neither of your men told you anything suspicious, which means that he must be waiting to contact him. Therefore, we have time to figure it out and take information out off him. Right now let's just pretend it's all good, so he doesn't suspect, ok?"

He leans on his desk sighing and running a hand through his messy black hair.

It's a bad time to say that was hot?

"You're right. Any idea to how we can get information from him?" His voice is calmer now, I shake my head.  "We will find a way later. I need to cool off. See you later, kitten." He grabs his leather jacket and plants a gentle kiss on my neck, leaving after.

I sigh, slumping deeper on the leather couch.

It going to be a hell of a ride.

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I'm drinking water on the balcony of the kitchen when I hear the front door shut.

Mason.

Since the scene in the office no one saw him again, it's now 1am.

"Where the fuck is it?" I hear him grumble and decide to go to him.

"Need help?" he turns arouns so fast that I'm dumbfounded on to how he steadied himself. "Looking for painkillers. What are you doing here?" he slurs slightly in some words and looking at his face I see blood on his cheek.

He probably drank too much and flighted some random guy.

"Can't sleep. You're bleeding." he shrugs still looking for the painkillers, gulping it without water when he finds them, seating on the couch.

"Mason. Your room, now." I ground out. He has to clean the wounds, it's dark and I can't see if he has more.

"Kitten, I would more than gladly fuck you, but I'm with a fucking headache."

I roll my eyes. "Not for that Mason. You got to clean the cuts."

"It's just some scratches, kitten."

"Now , or you're not getting any for a week.". Icross my arms against my chest and he groans throwing his head back.

He won't get any anyway, period time! Yey... the sarcasm.

"Fine. You're evil." he whines following behind me.

He seats on the edge of the bathtub, once we get to his bedroom, and I position myself between his legs, the aid kit on my hands.

"Can I?" I ask him, nodding towards his face with the paper filled with alcohol.

He doesn't like being touched, I'm respecting that, even if I have to clean his wounds. It's called commun sense, I guess.

I pass it gently on his cheek, wiping the blood and desenfecting it. He hisses a little but remains on the place.

I extend my hand to him, signaling him to give me his. Grabbing it I gently check his knuckles.

They're all busted up, the other guy must be really bad.

I wipe them, rubbing some cream after and then gently wrapping them up. "All good." I whisper and he gives me a nod. "Thank you." I return it, and put the things in their place, turning to leave the bathroom of his bedroom.

"Where are you going?" he asks before I can open the door of his bedroom, looking back at him to see that he toke his t-shirt off.

Yum.

"My bedroom." I say, and something flashes his eyes that I couldn't catch.

Disappointment?

Nah, for what?

"Oh, right. Night then." He whispers and I nod.  "Night Mason." I leave his room, and head to my bathroom to take a shower and get ready to lay on the bed, until sleep comes to me.

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