Mason's mouth hung low in disbelief.
"A thousand dollars for deposit?" He repeated the nurse's words to make sure he got the right answer.The nurse nodded, an impatient look on her face."Sir, I suggest you make the Payment before it's too late to save your sister." She added with distaste. Upon closer look at the man's choice of clothes which were old and obviously overwashed coupled with his reaction upon mentioning the deposit, the nurses attitude towards him changed as she looked at him with disdain.Just when Mason wanted to open his mouth and clarify the relationship he had with the patient, a voice so cold that it made him shiver resonated in the hallway."Since when did a mere nurse of Hope's hospital have the right to dictate when the young miss of the Smith family gets to be treated or not?"Mason turned to look at the direction of the voice. An old Man accompanied by almost ten bodyguards dressed in black marched to the hospital. The look on their faces was enough to intimidate someone and the nurse was no option. Her eyes widened and she immediately slumped on the floor making Mason wonder how terrifying the man who just approached was."It's great to finally meet you, Young master." The man said, bowing slightly to Mason who was wearing a confused look on his face.Turning around, he tried spotting another person behind him who the old man could be referring to only to be met by nobody else."Are you talking to me?" Mason gathered the confidence to ask even when he felt how ridiculous his question was.I mean like how can he be the Young master the powerful man is talking about?That was impossible. He's a nobody, a street dog with no home or family just like his in-laws always called him."Yes, Young master. We have been looking for you for all those years. Everybody believed that you were dead but your sister, the Young Miss, has always insisted that you are alive. I can't believe the two of you have reunited under such circumstances." The man said, relief and happiness painted on his old and wrinkled face."Now, I can face my friend with no regrets." The old man said, looking at Mason with tears which Mason interpreted as tears of happiness.But whatever tale he was giving Mason was not something he could understand or even relate. Mason could tell that the man must be joking, playing a dirty trick on him or if not, he must have mistaken him for someone else."What are you talking about? I don't understand a thing you are saying. I already brought the Young lady to the hospital so I'm leaving." Mason announced, taking his leave.He wasn't interested in their stupid prank nor did he want to be involved in some rich family drama. The Huttons family was already enough for him. He didn't want another rich family drama in his life.The men in black were about to stop him but the old man signalled to let him go.Mason flashed the old man a grateful smile before making his way out of the hospital.He still had to walk home and do all the chores so he didn't want to waste time lingering around.Since he had already saved the young lady and brought her to the hospital, the rest would be left upon her family to handle.There's nothing more he could do for her. He can't afford the money needed for payment even if he exhausted all his savings for the past years. Infact, his savings were barely an eighth of the total amount needed.He knew that he had to get home early before he got another round of scolding from his wife and mother in-law. Who knows what they'll do to him this time? Who knows what methods they would adopt to torture him if he made a mistake.After wasting almost an hour with the whole fiasco about the lady, he was already running late. *********The men in black watched as the man they had been searching for years walked away and disappeared in the Streets.They could not believe that their Capo was still alive.After failing to rescue him, they have lived in the past years looking for him.They were the trusted elite group tasked with finding the young master of the Smith family, dead or alive. After years of searching, they almost gave up until their young miss reported that he had spotted a wedding picture of who appeared to be the lost Young Master. They had then headed here to Los Angeles to look for him, which happens to be the same City the young master was spotted at during his last mission before he was attacked by their enemies."Are we really going to let him go? Just like that, after searching for him all over the world?" One man asked the old man. He was happy and at the same time worried that if they lost sight of the young master, they might never see him again."Of Course not but you can't force him to accept that he's truly the person we have been looking at. Five people should follow him secretly. You should ensure that you protect him and report everything to me. Where he is going? Where he is staying? What he is doing? Who he stays with? Guard him with all your life. We don't Know who are after the life of the young miss. They might also try getting rid of the Young master. We just found him and he's yet to reunite with his family. We can't let anything happen to him. I'll report this matter to the leader." The old man Instructed and a group of five men left to carry out the orders.The old man then proceeded to make a call, informing the other side of the new development before leaving to the emergency ward holding the lady Mason rushed to the hospital.Samantha was in her office when a notification sounded on her phone. She was preparing herself to meet William Carter to discuss the partnership of the two companies.Tapping the screen lock, it was a video from Sandra, one of her good friends."What could Sandra be sending me?" She murmured."Maybe some town gossip." She said, unlocking her phone and tapping on the video.A man appeared, covered in blood as he carried a woman in his arms intimately as he rushed to what seemed to be the entrance of a hospital.Samantha watched the video, wondering why Sandra would send her a video of a random man on the streets. That's until she read the message that came with the video clip."Didn't know your scum of a husband has a mistress while married to you."Samantha could feel her blood boil at the message, clicking the video again, she watched it.Indeed, the man in the video was none other than her good for nothing husband.She couldn't believe he could dare cheat on her with a random woman
As he walked down the pathway leading to the gate and out of the Huttons family gate, Mason was still in disbelief that Samantha could actually accuse him, ask the guards to heat him and throw him out of the house after forcing him to sign the divorce papers. As he limped away, he could not control the scoff that left his mouth."Mason oh Mason, look at your pathetic self. Even you cannot defend yourself in front of your wife." He belittled himself."No, she's actually my ex-wife! I am now a divorced man." He chuckled bitterly.It had been three years. Three years of him suffering in the hands of the Huttons.In those three years, he had lived a life worse than a dog's. At Least a dog gets to be fed by its owner and sleep in a good house. He on the other hand would only eat after he has worked for it. He could also count the number of times he would get a decent sleep without finding his bed drenched or forced to stay outside the house.Those three years have taught him that in thi
The memories of how he came here to Carlifonia to have a peaceful talk with their rival group only to have them ambush him on his way back.The snake tattoo identified their rival group. Seeing the tattoo stimulated him to have his memories back.He recognized himself as the rumored devil in the underworld, the leader of the wolves, a powerful and formidable Mafia group from Washington DC.He remembered his lovely younger sister, the same lady he had saved in the morning.The old man in the hospital turned out to be the old Butler of the Smith family and his grandfather's right hand man.Mason saw red, his anger building up to uncontrollable heights.He was the Most feared leader of the wolves, the devil so how could he allow others to sacrifice their lives to save him.With a new surge of energy, he moved. Like an arrow, he shot up high, landing next to the approaching assassins.In less than two minutes, there was not even a single assassin standing.His men watched in awe as their
Mason was known to be ruthless and cold-hearted except to his sister Sophie. Despite her clingy behaviour, he loved and adored her so much. Only she and his grandfather knew about this gentle side of him.His parents died when Sophia was young so she leaned more on him as she grew up.He was sixteen years old when their parents died. Although his grandfather lied to him about the cause of their death, Mason was not stupid enough not to realise that one of his uncles was actually responsible.The old man didn't want the hatred and revenge to cloud his senses so he hid the truth from him.He did his investigation when he took over his family's business and identified the culprit.He didn't want his grandfather worrying about him with his poor health so let them be. Not like he would forever do, he would wait until the old man was no more so that he could avenge the death of his parents. Family or not, he was never a forgiving person. He liked to see his enemy bow down and beg for mercy
“Are you alright? You must have been startled” Mason inquired, pushing back the strands of black locks that fell on Sophia’s face behind her ears. Sophia avoiding eye contact responded, “I’m okay”Mason let out a huge sigh of relief, “That’s great”.Retracting his hands from the back of Sophie’s ears, he turned towards his men; regarding them with a fierce expression. “Now, tell me about this memory loss of mine. What on earth happened to me?”A man In black suit and brown curly hair, who goes by the name Leo, spoke up first, “The last time we were with you, you said that you had a meeting with your uncle”Mason furrowed his brow in confusion. Why would he have a meeting with his uncle Markus? The same uncle that was responsible for his parent’s death. “A meeting with my uncle? Are you sure?”“A hundred percent, capo”Mason still found it hard to believe especially since this information didn’t seem to trigger any memory, “And what happened after that?”“I don’t really know all the d
“Is that the best solution? Going back to the Hutton’s house? But why? You were already kicked out and..” Butler Martin took the divorce paper in Mason’s hands,”You’ve already been divorced. I oppose to this!”“I don’t want to go back either” Mason countered. The thought of going back to that house and suffering under Sandra and Samantha once more made his skin crawl but, it was a feat he had to endure. “But, I need to make whosoever did this to me to think the ball is still in his/her court. That they still have me trapped in their palm.”Butler Martins turned away from Mason, clearly furious. “Your grandfather wouldn’t want to see you suffer this way”Mason placed his hands over Butler Martins shoulders, reassuringly, “Don’t be too hard on yourself. I’ll be fine and I’m sure grandfather would understand. It’s only going to be for a little while. Until we catch the person who did this to me”Butler Martins turned to face Mason, “By the way, would your wife and her family take you bac
“Mother!” Samantha shrieked, her eyes widened as her shaky gaze moved from between her wet divorced husband to her mother who was funing in rage with a little red bucket in her hand. “Get out of here right this instant!” Her mother, Quinn shouted at Mason but the later didn’t budge, he remained on his knees nevertheless; drenched from his head to toe. Mason clenched his fist as hard as he could. He’d come this far, swallowing his pride so he was going to bare the humiliation at all cost.“I’m sorry” Mason repeated like a damaged robot, “Please accept me back into your home”Samantha who couldn’t bare the humiliation on her part; rushed over to Mason’s side, “Get up right this instant. Don’t you have any shame? Hurry up and leave”“I won’t leave”“You have no reason to be here, we are divorced!”“On paper but not yet in court”Samantha’s eyes widened, taken aback. She hadn’t expected those words to slip out of Mason’s mouth, “What did you say?”Quinn scoffed, “The audacity. You proba
Mason's gaze slowly shifted to meet Drake. He could see fear that he never thought was in his vocabulary sinking deep in his eyes.Drake anticipated his reply to his question. "Not at all, I've never seen you before," Mason managed to say.Mason saw his tense shoulders drop in relief as he heard his reply. Drake's eyes studied him for what seemed like a minute before he looked back at Williams who could only watch. With a nod to Williams, he got into his car and it zoomed off.While Williams walked into the Hutton's mansion in his glory.Mason smirked, just as he thought and he was right. It looked like the almighty Williams Carter who Samantha is fighting tooth and nail to marry was just an ordinary puppet to his joke of a cousin, Drake.His thoughts of bringing hell down to each and every one of them made his return back here worth it, his lips quivering into a sly smile."What are you doing standing and smiling like the fool that you are?" Mason bounced out of his trance as Quinn'
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
The chair revealed Mason dressed in an impeccably tailored suit, he leaned back in his chair, one leg crossed casually over the other.He reclined comfortably, his fingers idly tapping the armrest, and his gaze was fixed directly on the two men who stood before him, their expressions frozen in disbelief.William, his voice trembling, finally managed to speak. "You... you were here the whole time?"Mason's lips curled into a faint, enigmatic smile as he replied, "Yes, I was. It's always interesting to see what people say when they think no one is listening."Drake recomposed himself, trying to play it cool but deep down he was terrified. "What are you doing here, Mason? Shouldn't you be.." he looked him dead in the eye, "at least six feets below the ground?"Mason raised an eyebrow, "aren't you happy to see me, hm?"Drake rolled his eyes, fear building up inside him, "I want you out of here."Mason stood up, his hands hurried into his pockets as he looked at the books on the bookshelf
The atmosphere in the room was charged with tension, a palpable sense of urgency hanging thick in the air. High-ranking members of different companies had assembled hastily for an emergency meeting, and anxiety ran deep among them. At the head of the long, polished table, Drake sat in a chair that radiated authority, his countenance was a mask of calculated composure.His dark, penetrating gaze surveyed the room, taking in the grim faces of those who had gathered. Despite the caliber of people gathered, Drake's demeanor remained calm, his fingers lightly drumming against the polished wood of the table. His confidence was unwavering, an evidence that he was not intimidated by their presence.As each representative presented updates and discussed potential courses of action, Drake's responses were measured and deliberate, his voice calm and collected. It was as if the emergency meeting were a routine affair, not a crisis that threatened his company.The meeting was called because o
The room was filled with tension as Sandra paced back and forth in her bedroom in agitation, her cell phone clutched tightly in her trembling hand. Her face was flushed with a mix of worry and anger, and her voice quivered with frustration as she dialed a number.With each ring, her anxiety seemed to intensify, and she muttered impatiently under her breath. Finally, a click on the other end, and a faint, weak voice echoed through the line."Hello?""Sam!" Sandra practically exclaimed, her words rushing out like a tidal wave. "Are you alright?"Samantha sat still on her bed, still trying to recover from the fact that Mason could still be alive, her phone pressed to her ear as she heard the urgency and softness of Sandra's voice on the other end of the line. Her brows were furrowed in confusion, and her fingers idly twirled a strand of hair as she tried to respond. "I.." her voice quivered."Have you seen the news? You won't believe what's happening in the media!"Weakling Samantha as
As the soft morning light filtered through the curtains, Samantha lay in her bed, her gaze fixed blankly on the ceiling above. The room was hushed, the sounds of early morning barely reaching her ears. Her eyes, usually vibrant, now held a distant emptiness, as if her thoughts were lost in the expanse above her.Her tousled hair spilled over the pillow, a curtain of strands framing her face. The creases on her brow hinted at a mind preoccupied by something beyond the room's confines. The gentle rise and fall of her chest marked the rhythm of her breath, a rhythm that seemed to be the only indication of life in her stillness.She stared at the ceiling above with no meaning. Her mind was adrift, carried away by currents of thoughts that were invisible to anyone else. The events of last were still fresh in her mind.A sense of vulnerability lingered around her, the vulnerability of a mind grappling with its own complexities. It was a moment suspended in time, a moment of introspection.
An hour after the scolding by Butler Martin, Mason realized what was at hand. He hadn't planned out his attack on the Huttons, Drake, Williams and Uncle Roger.The soft glow of the vintage lamp cast a warm illumination over the room, emphasizing the seriousness of the task at hand.Masons fingers drummed rhythmically on the polished surface of the desk, his mind a swirling tempest of thoughts and calculations. The various paper spread before him depicted a web of business connections, corporate rivalries, and the potential paths to achieve his ultimate objective, the destruction of his enemies' companies.His sharp, calculating eyes scanned the reports and financial records, each line a piece in the puzzle of his meticulous plan. He leaned back in his leather chair, the creaking sound echoing the weight of his contemplation. Every move he made had far-reaching consequences, and Vincent was a master of orchestrating chaos from the shadows.A map of the city adorned one wall, with ma
The soft glow of chandeliers bathed the entrance hall in an almost mystical light, illuminating intricate details that told stories of wealth and dominance.Mason's gaze moved across the surroundings with an air of familiarity, as if the mansion was an extension of himself. He removed his fedora, revealing the sharp lines of his face and the enigmatic gaze that seemed to penetrate the very depths of those he encountered.The sound of his footsteps echoed through the hall as he moved further into the house. Paintings that depicted scenes of power and authority adorned the walls, their subjects seeming to watch over him with a mixture of reverence and fear.Reaching his private study, Mason's shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly. His study was his sanctuary, a place where he could shed the armor he wore in the outside world. The mahogany desk bore the weight of documents and strategies, a reminder of the constant battles he waged in the shadows.As he settled into his chair, his fi
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
Samantha's face was a canvas of emotions. Her eyes, wide and unblinking, held a mixture of disbelief and fear, as if they had just borne witness to something beyond comprehension. The color had drained from her usually vibrant complexion, leaving her skin pale and almost translucent in its fragility.Her lips that were adorned with a gentle curve smile that never seemed to stop smiling, were now slightly parted in a wordless expression of shock. As her trembling hand lifted, fingers lightly touching her lips as if to reassure herself that they were real, the unease in her eyes deepened. It was as if the weight of the moment had left an indelible imprint on her soul, and her gaze seemed to pierce through the veil of reality, as if searching for answers that remained just beyond her reach.Her posture, once poised and joyful, now seemed to have crumbled under the weight of her emotions. Her shoulders hunched slightly, she appeared to retreat within herself, as if trying to shield her