Seth Ackerman, aka Kain was busy tying loose ends before he left the country for good. His recent gig involving Mrs Wilde was his best one yet, and he had finally gotten enough cash to do what he wanted, which was to clear his debt and the death threat hanging around his neck and finally leaving, this time for good.
“Well well, look who is here.” Dragon, the leader of Red Falcon, mocked as soon as Kain stepped into their den. He had been on the run from them for several months now, knowing that his life was over the moment they caught him, which they never did as Kain was an expert in the game of hiding.
It was one of the other things he did best. Kain refused to be intimidated however, as he strode in confidently, everyone was crowding him, and he knew that even now his very breath was at stake but he could not let
“Is this everyone?” The head police officer asked and everyone nodded, he took that to mean yes and immediately strode to his car, he did it in such a way that made it clear that he expected everyone else to do the same, which they all scrambled to do, and Mason shook his head at the rudeness, as they were also forced to follow him, and he wondered if he also did the same thing to others unconsciously.“Kain was put under Agni Kai.” Young said as he crept back to where Mason still laid crouched, and Mason nodded in understanding. “That was why the bastard looked grateful, isn't it?” He asked and Young nodded with a laugh and a shake of his head.“We do have to leave now though.” He said again to Mason and shook him out of his reverie as Mason followed him instinctually.He had wanted to share the car as Kain so he could ask him some things weighing on his mind then, but as he looked at him been dragged into the car with other Red Falcons Mason decided that perhaps he knew everything
“I could have, but she didn't give me the chance to, just said whatever was on her mind and hung up.” Frustration was evident in his voice and Young stopped at a traffic light and used this opportunity to turn back and assess his friend. He could see the state Mason was, and it was not a good one, well, who could blame him? Being accused of infidelity often did that to a man.“Well, did you call her back to explain yourself?” Young asked again and Mason shook him with a forlorn and at this even Mark let out a sound of exasperation.“C'mon bro.” He sighed. “Really? Even I know that.”Mason laid his head on his palms as he considered his choices, he really had nothing to apologize for, the fact that Scarlett was havin
Scarlett indeed found it hard to sleep as well that night, as she paced about waiting for Mason, he had not returned home since that tensed morning, and it was quite close to midnight now, she taught as she stared at the huge clock framing a part of the hallway, this was not a normal occurrence at all, Mason had never passed a night out without telling her before and she knew she was partially to blame for just blindly throwing accusations around.Going back to seat to sit and reflect on her actions, Scarlett took a sip from the now lukewarm tea in front of her as she crossed and uncrossed her legs impatiently when the clock finally clicked midnight and there was still nothing to show for it, sighing, she debated on calling his friends, she had their now, Mason had insisted she did, he needed to be able to reach him circumstances regardless, and she accepted for it was quite logical rea
“Thank you for doing this with me.” Scarlett could not help but say, knowing how much Mason hates dining, chatting, or seeing her family in general, and she honestly could not blame him, she almost harbored such sentiments herself, but only the thought of her dear late Grandfather was staying her hand. The Rodneys mansion would never be home, not for her at least.“It is nothing.” He said stiffly, eyes hard and focused as if preparing to go into battle and she could not blame him for it, she simply smiled and placed one comforting hand over his, ignoring his surprised look. The argument, or lack of it rather was still fresh in her mind, when he flatly refused to discuss Rita Donovan with her as if the woman was a dear topic and Scarlett was not buying into the whole silence, but one thing she was known for was patience, she would play along to keep the peace, whi
Elicia was mute as she glared at her plates and nothing else. She could believe how the evening turned out. She had planned it out thoroughly, and should Mason have played his part by keeping mute, then none of this shame and humiliation would be taking place.To her of all people, Elicia thought as she clenched her hands into fists, very much aware that the remaining family seated around the table Mason and his snobby wife had just vacated were glaring at her, and sympathizing with her simultaneously.She clenched her fists even tighter, ignoring the way her spiky rings bit into her hands and she stiffened as she felt a thick slimy liquid run down her palms but she ignored it, in a way it helped, the pain distracted her from the shame and she scoffed at the irony. It always happened like this, she never ever got to have
They were right of course, Shane Landon could not bring himself to ignore such a juicy bit, and he bit into the trap eagerly as he elegantly unfolded the paper in his hand during his Saturday Live With Shane Landon, and when he spoke, the world froze, and there were no other words for it. Immediately the uproar that emerged from the silence was one that the Wildes had never thought was possible, it was just a bit of gossip after all, but the crowds ate it straight up and gobbled it down, and in no time, worse rumors emerged, and it was something that even a media controller could do little to stop.Mason and Scarlett were in the luxurious hole that Saturday evening and decided to switch on the TV to get rid of the strain that still lingered in the air, and they did. Scarlett ate the Yoghurt in her cup as she watched the handsome face of Shane Landon walk up to his seat with a smile and
The Rodneys all sat around Madam Rodney's hospital bed, and they were all looking slightly out of place as they shuffled their feets and twiddle their thumbs, never in their life had they anticipated something of this magnitude happening to any of them, and certainly not from the hands of family. Jason thought back to Scarlett's stunned face after everything had happened and he scoffed in derision. She was a bloody idiot, stupid and weak, and he hoped to the heavens above and whoever might be listening that his cousin got her due. Just then his phone rang, and he hesitated, with his current state he was unsure if he would ever be able to face anyone. Looking at the screen, he blanched. The worst of the worst was calling: his fiancee Emerald Wilson, and she was definitely worse than a hundred nosy paparazzi combined. But he picked up, knowing that a bigger hell awaited him should he fail to do so. Mason stared at his wife with the straightest face ever, he could not even bother to feign amusement, not one shred of it could be found on his face as he simply stared at her, terribly afraid that she had lost her mind and was becoming delusional from stress perhaps, because he really could not understand what prompted her to even think that Whatever she was doing was right, and he could tell by the hopeful look she was giving him that she hoped he was buying into her idea, and he was not, not one bit. He was still staring at her nonplussed when the doorbell rang, and the head maid went to open it and array of maids behind her as they prepare to greet the master's extended family, and it all came rushing at once to Mason like a rush of wind filled with stones and shrapnel, and he was not amused.“What on earth Scarlett?!” He hissed, grabbing her arm as she attempted to go out andThe Unassuming Mason Wilde Chapter 72