They both sat comfortably in the living room of the Villa as Mason approached them.Even before he got close, he could already see Quinn's usual grumpy face as she began to curse at him from afar."Such a miserable man," she commented as she looked his way.Samantha, whose face was buried in her phone, looked up, her gaze swifty shifting to Mason who walked hurriedly towards that."I don't know what our old man was thinking when he pronounced this excuse of a man my husband," she said with distaste, not struggling to hide her hatred.Mason drew near and when he was near enough, he greeted with the most enthusiasm he could come up with."Good day Madam -" Quinn interjected."We've been waiting for three whole hours, Mason," she complained.Just then Sandra walked in. Dressed in short red dress that hugged the right parts of her body and exposed her slender legs.Upon seeing Mason, her brows furrowed."What is the no good man doing here Sam?" She questioned Samantha who was surprised to
Dave came in and everyone froze up. The wrath in his voice could bring a nine-story building down in a minute."Mom!" He cried out as invisible fumes came out of his ears."Sweetheart, what is the matter?" Quinn asked so tenderly."My room. My room Mom, it's filthy," he complained.Mason already knew this wouldn't end well and everything would fall back to him."Filthy? It can't be. I asked Roger to have all the rooms cleaned up," Quinn justified."Well my room is nothing close to being cleaned up," Dave said in turmoil."Roger!!" Quinn called out in irritation.Uncle Roger dressed in his always perfect white, came running towards the scene.Mason didn't know what to do. Whether he stayed or left was going to land him into trouble. So he just waited for everything to slowly unfold."Yes, Madam Quinn," he responded, brushing off his hands with a napkin.Quinn turned to him with a look of displeasure."How dare you go against my instructions?" She asked, clearly angry as the entire room
Mason got to Samantha's room and he knew he had been there before but coming into it now that his brain was on the right side of his head brought a distinct feeling to him. This was just how his sister's room was. Incredibly large and had more pink colors.His mind had wandered back to his little sister who wasn't as little as he thought anymore. His face lit up with a warm smile as he recollected her explanation of how she led his team in his absence.The aforementioned warm smile that was on his face perished as soon as his thoughts were filled with how she became his enemies' prey. "How dare you hurt my little girl, Drake?!" he spoke out between gritted teeth."Who are you talking to?" Samantha, who had seen him talking to himself, walked into the room. Mason, unbothered by her presence and still in anger, lowered his head, thinking of the cruelest way of vengeance. Now he had three people to avenge. His parents and his little sister. No, let's make that four people, himsel
It was already daybreak and Mason scarcely got any sleep. With the loud chattering and stomping of feet, he was forced to wake up.Grunting, Mason lifted his body from the stiff bed. After going through a brief session of stretching and yawning, he made his way toward the door.He opened up the door only to be met by lancing hazel eyes. Mason's orbs popped out as they saw whom those eyes were owned by."U-uncle Roger," Mason stuttered as he recalled what he saw. Uncle Roger who had a void expression on his face stood like he had not noticed the surprised look on Mason's face.Mason on the other hand thought that if he threatened to blackmail Uncle Roger, he might let him off the leash."Madam Quinn has requested your presence," Uncle Roger told sternly and Mason nodded, trailing behind him as they walked. Mason could already hear Quinn's voice, nearly bringing down the roofs and he knew it had everything single thing to do with him. "Here he is Madam Quinn," Uncle Roger said, motio
After back-and-forth arguments, Mason gave up eventually.Immediately they stepped out into the courtyard, the fiery sun shone on them and Mason felt every bit of it."The sun is scorching," Mason complained."Get to work," Uncle Roger said instead, ignoring Mason's remark.Demoralized, Mason threw the tools in his, gaining a look from Uncle Roger."This is all your fault, Uncle Roger! If I had not seen you that night, I would have completed my work!" he wailed. "Don't let me draw Madam Quinn's attention to you, you had better start working," Uncle Roger declared.Maybe it was time to get dirty, Mason thought. "Yes, then I'll let her know you have been f*cking someone in her home, " Mason lashed out. "I advised you to do what has been asked of you and not get involved in what has nothing to do with you," Uncle Roger warned, looking unconcerned. "I will -" Mason was interrupted."I don't care what you do with that little information. Make yourself useful and stop wasting my time
Mason just smiled at her. This was probably his first time smiling genuinely in the Huttons' household, for four solid years. "You don't have to think that, we're all slaves to the Huttons," Mason chuckled. "You are not a slave here Sir Mason, you are Missus Samantha's husband and -" Mason interrupted her sharply. "Ex-husband," he corrected.A frown settled on Octavia's face, she seemed not to be relaxed with Mason being comfortable with the way he was treated by the Huttons."And what are you doing helping that embarrassment called a man, Octavia?" Uncle Roger asked as he walked into the kitchen and saw the two.Octavia threw a malicious look at Uncle Roger and was about to cuss out when Mason stopped her, pleading with his eyes. Mason nodded towards the exit for her to leave, and she did but not before pushing Uncle Roger out of her way and cursing at him.She had gotten so tired of Uncle Roger's narcissistic attitude that she did not care anymore to respect him. Her hate for
The car returned to being noiseless as they waited for the lights to turn green. Mason's eyes peered at the traffic light until it gave a sign for him to go. He stepped on the acceleration and the car zoomed off with a high sweep. They drove for twenty-five more minutes until Mason finally halted the car.He noticed there were no motions or words or even any attentiveness from Samantha for a couple of minutes. His head slanted to the back, redirecting his eyes to Samantha. "We're here?" he announced and those words echoed in Samantha's head."The keys," Samantha ordered instead. Mason moaned under his breath, biting on his bottom lips to prevent himself from saying anything. "Have you gone deaf? I said give the keys to me!" Samantha exclaimed. Did Mason have a choice? Of course not.Without any protest from him, he surrendered the keys to Samantha and got out of the car.He placed his hands on his waist and quickly scanned around. He knew very well that he wasn't supposed to sh
Mason walked hastily into the kitchen, leaving the staff there both baffled and scared as they all thought he might be a psychopath. Amidst the panic, Mason found two doors, the back was the easiest and only way of escape. Mason walked out the door that had 'EXIT' inscribed boldly on it.With bated breath, Mason pushed open the heavy door leading to the back alley.Carefully he peeked outside to see if his attackers were still out there.Unfortunately for Mason, they were lingering around and had everywhere guarded, pretending they were just normal citizens. "Shit" Mason's curse died in his throat.Mason's mind raced as he considered his options. He knew that simply fleeing through the alley would be too risky— they could easily catch up to him. His gaze fell upon a fire escape ladder, extending vertically against the restaurant's brick wall. This was a risk he was taking. If he doesn't move carefully, the gang will notice him.Summoning his courage, Mason gripped the ladder and