Chapter 47

Mason leaned against his sleek black car, a sinister grin tugging at the corners of his lips. He recalled the look on Samantha's face when his eyes were fixed on her. The predatory glint that flashed in his eyes as he watched her, he made his intentions clear.

As he was bathed in the darkness of an alley, still leaning against his car, the warmth of the cigarette between his fingers spread across his body.

The tendrils of smoke that curled from the tip of his cigarette seemed to mirror the smoldering intensity of his presence.

His dark eyes, heavy with the anger and hunger for torture. He wanted to torment everyone who threw his name in the mud.

The faint scent of tobacco mingled with the night air, creating an intoxicating blend that seemed to linger, much like his reputation.

The rhythmic inhales and exhales of his cigarette seemed to mimic the cadence of his thoughts, each plume of smoke a silent testament to the secrets he held and the plans he wove.

Before he was humiliated by