Scarlett

Once in front of the door I knock three times and hear a 'come in' from inside. I open the door and peak inside. Sure it was Mason there on his phone looking through the window wearing black jeans and t-shirt, who showed his tattooed arms and hands, with Converse on his feet.

He dresses way to comfy for a mafia leader. Who am I to judge, I would do the same.

Once he looks at me he ends his call and signals me to come in, so I close the door beside me and approach his desk.

"Morning. Need help with something?" Mason deep, yet sexy voice, asks with those deep brown eyes of his looking at me.

"Morning, I just wanted to ask if you have any information on Yaakov?"

He nods seating on his chair. "You can seat. And I do have information, I will give you the papers and you can check it out."

"I apreciate that." I seat on the black leather seat and Mason hands me over the papers.

It was a massive pile off papers, so it sure that they've been keeping track on him, and doing they research for a long time. But it's most superficial things, with a man like this being close to him gives you a more detailed file.

"Do you did any research along those years?" Mason asks breaking the silence and I look up at him nodding. "Yep."

"Anything that we should add to those papers?"I roll my eyes snorting. "Maybe that he's a sadic, crazy, and a monster of a person."

"No shit. But why a sadic?" Mason asks and I shift in my seat. Well he doesn't know that I was kept in his basement, nor does he knows that I've met his sister.

"You know... because of what he has done, you don't say that a monster who did what he did, it's normal."

"I guess." Mason shrugs and I nod going back to the pile of papers.

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After a while, maybe an hour, of being there seated looking through files and Mason working on something, we hear a knock at the door.

Who could it be?

Mason sighs and tells the person on the other side of the door to come in. A woman, in my age comes in using a really tiny and tight black dress, red hair, heels, and brown eyes.

What the fuck?

I look at Mason to see him smirking at the girl.

Oh... I get it now, she's his fuck buddie.

I continue sitting there, pretending that I didn't just notice the case while she approaches the desk. "Hi Masie." She says in a somewhat seductive voice and purrs.

Man, why? Is she a cat? I mean I get it, having fun once in a while, why not? I've had my cases but I was not once in my life this needy. A fuck and leave. That's the deal, not these stupid things.

"Hannah, what brings you here?" Mason says and I can hear the smirk on his voice. I fight the urge to laugh.

I should have brought that strawberry pie, I could use it as popcorn.

"You know what I'm here for. And I know you want it too." She whispers the last part while bending over the desk to touch Mason arm.

Well, I think this is enough. If I want to see porn I have a laptop for it.

With that said I get up and clear my throat." It was fun watching... whatever this is," I motion with my hand between them two. "But I think I still want to keep my breakfast in my stomach."

It would be a waste, honestly. That pie is so good!

Mason smirks amused at me, while Hannah turns to glare at me. "Excuse me , but who do you think you are? You should have left the moment I entered."

I really should, her perfume is making me sick.

Deciding to ignore that last part, I extend my hand to her."Scarlett Mazikeen Black, a pleasure." I say, sarcasm dripping from my mouth. She stared at my hand and when she goes to shake it, I clean it in my sweats and put it on my pocket. "Too slow Hannah." I fake smile at her and she scoffs, opening her mouth to talk but I beat her to it when I turn to Mason, who stands there amused, the smirk never leaves his face.

"I'll continue the papers later. Have fun...Masie." I smirk at him while leaving the office doors.