"Mason..." Arabella whispered.
"But you can avoid all of that if you join me and Spencer."
Arabella backed away, walking to the other side of the office. Being near Mason felt like inhaling poison.
"What do you want me to do?" she hugged herself.
"You will find out soon enough. For now, just remember that if I tell you to shoot Damon Banks, you will."
"You are acting as if Damon Banks trusts me a lot," Arabella said.
After the second, and probably last, night with Banks, Arabella was certain that he would never seek her out again.
"He doesn't need to trust, just needs to slip up once. When he leaves an opening, we will f*****g strike," Mason said. "He's a smart man, but still a man. He thinks with his lower head like any other."
As Mason closed in on Arabella, his grip on her chin
