Chapter 54

Mason adjusted in his seat, his back straight and his shoulders squared. He knew that this was a moment that required him to be at his most intimidating, to assert his authority.

He took a deep breath, inhaling the faint scent of cigar smoke that hung in the air, and slowly exhaled, letting the tension settle in his chest. With every exhale, his fingers clenched.

His eyes, sharp and penetrating, narrowed as he fixed his gaze on the people before him. He allowed a subtle, predatory smile to curl at the corner of his lips, a calculated display of the power he held over them.

"What next?" He asked nonchalantly like he wasn't planning murder.

"What next?" Drake asked in turn. "Don't try to act like she isn't your whore, I know all about your little love story."

Mason's anger rose at the mention of the word whore but he remained composed.

"I'm glad you have every detail of my life like the back of your hands but here's something you don't know, you have the wrong girl. I don't know this one