“What happened? Did anyone…”
“Two Scarluccis are dead. We had them severely outnumbered and they saw it instantly. After two of their guys hit the farm within a few seconds the others ran like mad.”
“So, what would have happened if I’d gone alone?” I asked. I had to know.
“They were ready to kill Marla. In fact, they were about to hang her when we showed up. They were expecting you to knock on the door. We snuck in the back way where we encountered the two guys we killed. And then the other guys realized what they were up against and ran. We gave chase, but they hopped into a waiting car and peeled out. We didn’t go after them.”
“Is it over?” I asked. “It’s probably a stupid question, but… what can I expect now?”
Mason walked over to the bar and poured himself a drink of whiskey. “It’s hard to say. The Zeffaris have bested them a few times now. They might just decide to lay low for a bit, or we might be able to have a peaceful negotiation wherein they agree to a payment and leave you alone. Of course the payment will be probably double what you actually owe, but if it buys your safety then I’m fine with that.”
“No, I can’t---“
Mason held his finger to my lips. “Don’t fight me on this…”
I swallowed hard and closed my eyes for a moment, giving in to it. I’ve always been a stubborn, hard-headed woman. It went against every speck of my being, but I relented and let him have this victory. After all I’d been through, I could stand a little bit of wounded pride. At least I might not have to go through the rest of my life looking over my shoulder. I just wanted it all to be over. Whatever it took.
“Ok,” I said. “Do you really think they will agree to that?”
Mason laughed. “I have no idea. We’ll just have to wait and see.”
I hung my head in disgust and exhaustion. I was disgusted with myself and all of the trouble I’d caused so many people. The guilt was relentlessly weighing heavy on me. It felt like the entire world was against me and no matter what I did or where I turned, I was destined to lose out somehow.
Mason placed his hand on my shoulder. It felt good. His hand was heavy, and thick, but reassuring. I placed my own hand over his and held it against my skin. Then my head rose slowly, until we were looking each other face to face. His eyes were kind, thoughtful, and I could see all of the legitimate concern he had for me.
I knew what was going to happen before it did. There was something in the air, something I could feel, almost taste. The lust that had been building between us was finally within our grasp. It was undeniable. Worrying about Mason for the past few hours had solidified in my heart and my mind exactly how much I cared for him and how much he meant to me. I’d wanted him for so long, and now he was there. He wanted me just as badly.
His mouth was on mine, covering me with his hot, wet, passionate kiss. There was no buildup. It was all just a bomb blast of hot, sexual, frenzy. His tongue was inside my mouth wiggling and probing my oral cavity, enticing my own tongue out to meet his own and engage in a fight for dominance and survival.
I was wet almost instantly. My entire body was primed and ready for him. I’d been thinking of him entering me without stop for days now. It was such a huge buildup that I could no longer control myself. Whatever he wanted to do to my body, I would give him free reign and I believed he would do the same for me.
His hands were all over me now, pawing at my clothes. His thick fingers were grasping at my ass through my skirt, and then quickly pushing the fabric up higher and higher to expose my soft, hot flesh. I was so hot to the touch that my skin was practically glowing red. My underwear clung to my wetness.
Mason read my body cues instinctively. His fingers were suddenly moving up under the front of my skirt, finding my panties, and then pressing into the perfect spot to enjoy the wetness through the fabric. I could feel his skin wringing out some of the wetness with just the right amount of pressure as he pushed his meaty digits into my waiting flesh, my wet juicy hole.
I groaned loudly as I held onto him. My knees were buckling and when his fingers entered me through my underwear, pushing some of the fabric back inside of me to sop up some of my abundant moisture, I felt my legs giving way under me. My arms quickly reached out behind his massive torso and held on for dear life.