A Soft Storm

chapter 2

Throughout the entire day, I constantly looked at my phone for the time. I was supposed to meet Helena at 8 p.m. but what was I going to say to leave? New cigarette pack? Forgot something at home?

"Stop it with that stupid f*****g thinking face. You look like an idiot." Mason looked up to me, tapping on his cigarette.

I frowned. I wanted to punch him. I wanted to punch him in the throat. I wanted to punch him so bad my fists actually hurt from starvation. It was going to be nice to get away from Satan's spawn for a couple of hours.

"What are you doing?" Lyam's voice rang into my ear, causing me to scream and punch him square in the jaw.

 Mason widened his eyes, "Alright, Lyam." The bastard pulled out a silver pistol, "You're allowed one shot to her head."

"What the hell are you saying you ass-wipe!?" I screamed, kicking the pistol out the window. Instantly, I paused realizing I just broke his window. His glass window. The room grew silent.

"We are praying for you, Cassidy." Leo whispered.

 Mason stood up, shadows covering his eyes. I swallowed hard, "L-Listen...   Mason   ..."

"Run..." Sebastian whispered.

"Now!" Lyam pushed me out of the door, still holding onto his jaw. Without a second thought, I dashed towards the elevator. I continued to press the button desperately, hearing his running footsteps grow increasingly close.

It dinged and my heart fluttered in relief as I watched the doors close. I shut my eyes, letting out a breath, "Thank God."

"I don't think you want to thank him yet." A voice whispered into my ear. My eyes flashed open as   Mason pinned me against the wall, his eyes flaming with fury. I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head.

"I don't want to die yet!" I screamed, trying to shove him off of me but, he was bolted to me like nails.

 Mason breathed heavily, "You little b***h, making me run all the way here to catch you." He placed his forehead on my shoulder, "Do you know how much that window will cost to fix? And how much that pistol is?"

I gulped, thinking of what I would be putting into my will. "I can't... pay for it!"

"How unfortunate." He faced me and brought his face inches from mine. "Looks like you'll be working in your afterlife too."

The elevator dinged and we landed on the first floor, "You could make the time go by a little faster. I'll pay you for your..." His finger went up the zipper of my jacket, "...services."

A spark ignited in me for a moment, one that set off a fire that I had been dimming down for a while. But instantly, I forced myself to swallow that sudden emotion and return to normality. I slammed my forehead into his, using the chance to escape, "s****l Harassment!"

He rubbed his forehead, "Why you little-" He lunged out to tackle me but Sebastian, my hero, picked him up. "Let me down you fucker!"   Mason  growled like a small infant.

"I will when you aren't blood thirsty." Sebastian spoke, shoving the demon over his shoulder. Sebastian happily waved to me until doors closed and I collapsed to the ground, worn out from the adrenaline and pure fear of that experience.

"What will he do if he figures out I sneaked out?" Instantly I shook my head, "He's not my mom! I can do whatever I want, it's not like I do much when he's pulling this all-nighter s**t anyway." I spoke to myself like some psychotic freak as I stood up and wiped off my sweat.

My body worked in the kitchen busily, moving all over the place to create a great enough feast to distract the beast for three hours. It was 7:45 p.m. I took the elevator to the main office, carrying a large platter with the contents ranging from crackers to freshly baked turkey. 

"Level 4 is really messy so I'll be down there for a while." I spoke, my voice shaky.

"Don't care."   Mason  yawned, continuing to his work.

I blinked for a moment, taking time to realize that shitty plan had actually worked. And then, I spun around casually walking to the elevator and then made no hesitation to dash out and meet with Helena's silver car parked a few blocks over. As soon as I entered the back seat, her eyes met mine and I grinned, viewing the crimson haired woman, "I forgot how flashy that hair of yours is." I snickered.

She rolled her eyes and then flicked her wrist, seemingly tossing some sort of black cloth onto me. I lifted it up into the air and stared at it, making out a gorgeous, sensual black dress. "Oh hell no." I spoke, throwing it up at her.

But she quickly returned it back to me, "Jesus, just accept it." She started the engine and twisted the car into the street, "I didn't pay anything for it. I... found it..?"

"Yeah right." I tossed it beside me, "I don't need any favors."

She growled in the front, "God, you still have that attitude?" She let out an annoyed breath, "Fine, think of it as a bribe because I want you to make me some cake sometime."

I lifted a brow, "That's the best excuse you've got?"

"At the moment." She snickered, her eyes flashing at me through the rearview mirror.

I shook my head and eventually gave in, stripping almost immediately to place on this tight-ass clothing. Within a few minutes, I'd prepared my hair and fully fixed the clothing so I didn't look like some washed-up w***e. And by the time I was done and my eyes met the outside world behind the window, a familiar shitty neighborhood met my eyes. And my attitude quickly went dark.

Helena seemed to look at me from the rearview and quickly started up a conversation, "The old base is just up the road y'know."

"Like I give a shit." I looked away instantly, "It's probably all f****d up now."

Helena shrugged, her hands resting on the wheel, "I still visit it from time to time. It's good memories."

"Maybe for you." I mumbled, picking at the leather seats, "This whole f*****g neighborhood was just one big damn nightmare for me."

Helena was silent for a moment and looked at the road ahead nearly somberly until I caught her ugly pity and she quickly straightened up, "We're almost there."

I stretched, "Good." I looked out the window, "I could go for a drink."

 Mason looked through his folders and turned to Sebastian, who was standing obediently against the broken window. He looked down to the hole and growled, "Where's Cassidy?"

"I believe she's cleaning up the 4th floor."

He ground his teeth and started to tap his feet impatiently. "Why the hell isn't she keeping me company?"

Sebastian chuckled, "Do you cherish her so much that you need to spend every moment with her?"

"f**k that."  Mason spat, "I'm done with my food and I need my slave to bring me more."

Instantly, Sebastian handed Mason his phone and the boss slid down to Cassidy's contact. At three rings he began to get irritated, "Why the f**k isn't she answering me?"

"Sir, you've spent 3 seconds on the phone."

"Shut up."   Mason scowled, tapping his fingers on the wood. "I certainly hope she didn't intend to escape, using tonight as a perfect opportunity." He slammed his phone onto the wooden surface as he got the voicemail. "Bring her to me. I'll kill her for not answering me."

Sebastian nodded, disappearing.  Mason sat impatiently, lighting a cigarette in his mouth. He blew out a puff of smoke and turned his chair around so he could view the lights of the city. The door opened and Mason growled, "You little b***h-" He paused seeing Sebastian by himself.

"She's... not here."

 Mason widened his eyes, "What the f**k did you just say?"

"Cut the girl some slack." Lyam rose up from the couch, stretching out his arms. "You never give her a break."   Mason's eyes narrowed on Lyam and instantly the raven-haired boy dropped to is knees, "Please forgive me."

 Mason typed a couple numbers into his phone and brought it to his ear, "I need you to track a phone. One of my dogs got out of its cage." Sebastian placed   Mason"s  coat on as they began to leave the building with a couple of his boys following behind, "Cassidy Williams"

The world was spinning but it seemed so nice and free to the drunk blonde. Cassidy stumbled over to her brunette friend, Layla, chugging down another bottle of beer, "You knoowww..." Cassidy wrapped her arms around Layla and Helena, "I've missed all youu guys~! I miss Keira da mostest thooo. She wuzzz mah fav. All I've got now are suuuper meannn people round me noow! Liiikkkeeee that stupid Satannn... Mmmm~! But not you twoo... nooooo yoou two are niiiccceee~!"

Layla looked to Helena and they both laughed, "4 hours and you're hammered. Amazing." Helena chuckled, taking a sip of her beer can.

"Oh no 4 hours~!" She chuckled, falling down to her knees, "Mrr Bossyyyy Pants is gonnaa be sooo mad at meee~!"

"Yeah, he is."   Mason appeared. Layla and Helena yelped and took a few steps back while dragging Cassidy with them, viewing these intensely intimidating bastards.   Mason sighed, blowing a puff of smoke and holding out his hand, "Give the thing to me."

"Thing? Are you f*****g kidding me?" Helena hissed at him, "Everything's all f****d up because of you. Including her life!"

 Mason grinned placing the cigarette between his lips as he reached out for Cassidy. "Her life belongs to me."

The girls fought for her but were blocked by Lyam and Marco.   Mason carried her through the house and tossed her drunk body into the limo. Right as he shut the door, the car began moving. Cassidy moaned and rubbed her eyes, seeing a fuzzy   Mason above her, "  Mason?"

 Mason turned to her and immediately shoved another cigarette into his mouth, "Fix yourself before I r**e you." The dress had her boobs hanging out and her blonde hair was fixed in a beautiful, messy up-do. Her face was flushed from the alcohol and made her eyes look sparkly. "Don't dress like that around me, idiot."  Mason threw his jacket on top of her and turned to the side, hiding his blush.

Cassidy sat up and latched her arms onto Mason body. He growled and began to yell before she started talking, "You're suuupppeeerrr mean!" She giggled to herself, making him angry. "But I really like your sleepy-by face! I always thought you were a bbiiiggg and sscccaaarrrryyy demon! But you looked sooo niicceee~!" She smiled rubbing her cheek into his chest. He stared down at her and turned away.

"Seriously going to r**e you." He snarled. "Demon? Who the hell do you think you are?" He mumbled.

 Mason looked up to the others who seemed somewhat touched by the scene, "What are you bitches staring at?" Instantly they all turned away, "Where the hell are Marco and Lyam?"

Loe looked to his phone, "Apparently they found ladies." He sighed, leaning towards the window, "I need a lady." He looked to Cassidy and grinned, "Hey Boss, what do you think of your coworkers dating?"

Instantly,   Mason gave him a harsh look that made Leo avert his eyes

 Mason shook his head, "Where the f**k is her house? We've already passed the f*****g base."

"She lives 3 miles away sir," Vincent(another key subordinate) sighed, sinking further into the car seat, "It'll take at least 15 more minutes."

"Well go faster dammit!"   Mason slammed his fist onto the side door. Cassidy was passed out below him, her small breaths being the only noise within the tense, silent air.

Sebastian sighed, looking at the sleeping blonde then to the agitated Boss, "What are you going to do with her?"

 Mason clenched his jaw, then grinned thinking of all the possible punishments. "The little b***h has more balls than I thought, thinking she could sneak out so f*****g easily. Maybe I'll cut off a finger as a warning."

The surrounding subordinates sunk further, all with the same worried expression and thought: Poor Cassidy.   Mason looked down to her, "Leo, how do you know where she lives?"

"She invites us over occasionally, sir." Sebastian spoke over the trembling ginger.

 Mason growled, widening his angered gaze, "I've never been f*****g invited. What can you do with this piece of s**t at her house?"

Sebastian sighed, "She cooks for us sometimes or we gamble and drink. She's not a bad host."

Glaring,   Mason looked down to the peaceful girl next to him, "Didn't realize my slave is all your lame asses' friend." He hissed.

"She's been here for almost a year, Boss. She's sweet and cleans up after all of us, it's hard not to like the girl." Sebastian closed his eyes, yawning.

"Soft hearted bitches." He mumbled to himself, letting his gaze settle onto the window next to him.

The dark neighborhood outside the window seemed to be getting darker the more they drove and the buildings appeared uglier and more worn down. The limo stopped in front of an alleyway that was so dark, it was impossible to see the end.

"She gets off here." Sebastian walked across the limo to gather the blonde in his arms and walked out the car door, "I'll be taking here."

 Mason lit another cigarette, "Do what you want."

The limo was silent as Sebastian left and all eyes were focused on the inattentive Boss, as though without Sebastian,   Mason might go berserk at any time.   Mason let out a puff of smoke, causing a flinch from the others, as if thinking he were going to slit their throats.

Sebastian came in all the boys let out cries of joy, 

"Let's go. I still have s**t to do."   Mason   growled as the Limo started.

. . .

I woke up to the unpleasant throbbing of my poor head. The sun was almost too much to handle, it only worsened my pain. Slowly, I sat up from the ground and fully realized where I was: my house. I widened my eyes, "s**t. What about the base? Did Helena and Layla cover me before bringing me back?" I stood up, having a rush shoot through my body and I lost balance and fell into a counter.

My hands searched the dress I was still in for my phone and found it snug and secure in my bra. I opened it, hissing at the lit up screen then nearly fainted. 8:53 a.m. and thirty missed calls from "Demon Boss."

I was so f****d.

I frantically looked for some clothing in the small pile neatly stacked in the corner of which represented my beautiful closet. I stripped, placing a baggy shirt and some large, puffy pants before grabbing my keys and rushing out the door.

I felt nauseous and probably had the worst hangover I've had in a while but, it felt better than having a noose wrapped around my neck. My feet moved quickly despite how much my body desperately wanted to pause and puke.

After almost 45 minutes of running, then pausing before I passed out, then running again, I found myself running through the lobby. "Cassidy!" I heard the front desk man, Shawn, call out. I turned around, panting.

"Your hair." He gestured towards the up-do that was still perfectly fixed in my locks, "I'm guessing you didn't mean to come like that."

I nodded, "Thank you!" I pulled the pin out, undoing my hair and letting the curls settle onto my shoulder. I dived into the open elevator, next to one of the gangsters, Santo. As I recall, he was on a mission for a week out of town. I gulped thinking of what he could have done.

"It's 9:30, not like you to be nearly 3 hours late. Boss isn't gonna be happy, Cassidy." Santo laughed, making my hope for an easy punishment run thin.

I dropped to my knees and closed my eyes, 

"What are you doing?" Santo lifted an eyebrow. This fearless man was probably the only one, besides Sebastian, that wasn't scared of that damn demon boss.

I stood up, wiping off my pants, "Praying before he blows out my brains."

The elevator opened and I shrieked, only to be pushed forward my Santo's hand. I smiled in fear and started to turn around, "You know I think I have enough money for a train to somewhere far away from here. If you need me I'll-" Santo grabbed my collar and pulled me behind him like some doll.

He pushed open the doors and chuckled, tossing me forward, "Have fun."

"Traitor!" I hissed as he went to the couches. The others looked up to me, some giggling and some praying.   Mason  was on looking at some magazine on his desk carefully and I gulped, "A-Ah... Boss..."

"Oh, sorry,"   Mason yawned, turning the page, "I'm looking for coffins. Do you want a black or red one?"

I swallowed and felt my palms begin to grow sweaty, "C-Coffin?" I squeaked. He turned up to meet my gaze with that, "I'm so going shove a knife down your throat" smile.

"First, you decide to go to a party without my permission to leave. And second, you show up about 2 and a half hours late." He spoke, pulling out his gun and loading it. I looked to Sebastian who was giving me an apologetic smile, "All of you leave. Now."

My heart stopped. As everyone began to walk past me, they whispered prayers and how much they'll "miss me." I smiled nervously and began to walk at the end of the line, instantly paused by Mason's dark tone, "Not. You."

I stopped breathing.

My body froze in a walking position and I cranked my face to view his, "D-Do you need something, sir?" My voice was so high, it was embarrassing.

He stood up and I swallowed a bit, viewing him. He was wearing his black baggy shirt that splits down the middle to reveal his crazy abs. Seriously, for a lazy f**k that sits down all day, his muscles are insane. As a woman that likes male attributes, I couldn't help but gaze at him.

"Close your mouth before you drool, dog." Mason grinned at my daze and I instantly blushed, turning my face.

"Don't be so cocky, I wasn't..." My eyes went down to the floor as my voice trailed off. As I heard his body shift, my eyes shot up and I saw his eyes focused mine. He held out his finger and gestured for me to come over him.

I froze and shook my head.

"You little-" He growled, "Come the f**k over here."

Taking the opportunity, I ran to the security of behind the couches. His eyebrow twitched and he ran forward, trying to dash towards to me. I gasped and threw a pillow at him, seeing him pause. I stood behind his desk and yelped, regretting my decision soon after I saw the pure anger in his face.

"Why you little motherfucker." He growled, lunging forward. I dashed to the right and found myself in front of one of the couches and him right in front of me. He grinned seeing as he cornered me and I widened my eyes.

Goodbye world.

Mason gripped onto my hands as I tried to fight back and pinned me on top of the couch, hovering over my squirming body. He grinned, his hot breaths on my face, "You cause me a lot of f*****g trouble, you know that?"

I opened my eyes and looked at him, "Fire me then!"

"I'm not one to let go of my toys. I'd rather destroy them then give them away." His voice was so dark. Dammit! Out of all f*****g things I had to be killed by a Mafia Boss.

I shook my head, "I'll behave forever! I swear! Don't kill me!" Suddenly, his face leaned down, my face growing increasingly more hot. His lips brushed up against my neck and I widened my eyes, "Pervert Demon!"

He jerked at the nickname. Instantly, a sharp pain shot where his lips once were. Was he using... His teeth!? I let out a cry as the pain increased the harder he bit down. This f*****g sadist! I yelped, "Stop! It hurts a lot dammit!"

I felt him chuckled, "Good. Accept your punishment."

A warm trickle of liquid slid down my skin. Did he just f*****g pierce my skin!? I tried pushing him off but he was too strong. But, thankfully, he eventually came up, licking the blood off of his lips. I widened my eyes and flailed my hands trying to hit him, "Vampire Demon! Vampire Demon! Vampire Demon!"

He grinned, pulling out a cigarette and lit it in his lips, "Don't be late again." I held onto my neck, feeling the blood stick against my palm and stood up. Instantly, I felt Mason pound his fist into the back of my head and I hissed.

"What the hell was that for!?"

He acted nonchalantly, despite f*****g biting my neck like some damn vampire, and sat in his chair. "If you try to escape again, I'll kill you."

I scowled, holding my tongue before I said things that would earn me another bloody hickey. Instantly, I stormed out of the room, stumbling over all the guys who were listening through the door. Judging by their expressions, they probably thought something more happened.

I blushed thinking of all the lewd comments they probably heard and kicked the closest guy to me, Leo. "Don't think that way dammit!"

The guys looked to each other and saw the bloody hickey, giving me the "you f****d the boss" grin. I rolled my eyes and made my way to the bathroom. I winced, touching the terrible-looking wound and pulled out a bandage (you have to be insane to not be prepared with first aid in a mafia base) placing it onto my aching neck.

I held onto my still throbbing head and took a deep breath, "I already had a hangover." I leaned over the sink, trying to gather myself. I guess it could have been worse. But, did he have to bite me out of all things!?

Would it be considered a holy act to kill a Demon