MASON’S POV
I sat up on at the edge of the bed, shirtless and disturbed. I wasn’t at ease. Something could’ve f*****g happened! And I was fixated on the trauma with the question of 'what ifs'. She could’ve been dead for all I know if I’d been a second too late. This is why I don’t freaking want to let her out of my sight as long as we’re here and a firm enough reason why she should be banned from taking alcohol.
Bringing her here was a mistake. And I shouldn’t have put my burden on her, I was pissed at everything and I tossed her like a piece of s**t. I sighed, my annoyance at myself evident.
I brought my fingers to massage the wrinkle forming on my grimacing forehead to cool my temper. Think Mason, bloody think!
For all I know, she is a target. I can kill them all without a damn in
