A Soft Storm

chapter 4

My stomach hurt. My head was pounding. And I was more tired than usual. I felt like s**t. Though, I'd rather be that than dead so I still managed to make my way to the base. I let out a terrible cough before walking into the office.

"You look like shit." Mason bluntly spoke. If I weren't feeling like this, I probably would've said or done something regretful. Instead, I ignored him, clearly pissing him off, and did the normal drink routine.

After returning with their orders, I decided to take a breather and laid on one of the couches. I meant to close my eyes for only a moment, but instead I found myself being awaken 4 hours later by a bunch of rocking.

"Cassidy?" Lyam was the first person I saw, "Jeez, did you not sleep well?"

I sat up immediately, feeling a rush hit my head. I held on to it and grunted, "Yeah."

The rest of the day seemed extremely hard to get through, I didn't have enough energy to fight back with Mason but that seemed to only anger him more and time seemed slower than normal. I never got sick so, stubbornly I refused to accept it. 

I wanted to sleep forever. That was the only thought going through my head the whole day. I caught myself doing off while mopping the floors or in the middle of cooking. Today, was not a fun day. But like any other one, it eventually ended.

I' pretty sure when I go home, I slept for an eternity.

...

Mason handed Vincent a folder before opening another one. His eyes looked down to his wrist, seeing the time: 10:38 a.m. He looked up, seeing everyone sleeping or laughing, all without drinks, "Where's Cassidy?"

"Oh!" Leo sat up from the couch to view his boss, "She texted us earlier, she's apparently taking the day off."

Mason snapped, his pupils growing smaller with his rage, "Who the f**k told her she could choose?" He slammed his phone into his desk, "Why didn't she f*****g text me?!"

"Who knows." Lyam shrugged.

"Damn b***h, thinking she can do whatever the f**k she wants." Mason stood, putting on his jacket, "Take me to that slave's house."

During the day, the neighborhood looked different, still shitty, but now it was visible. The alleyway previously was also easy to see the end to, which led to a small, brown shack at the back. Mason got out, throwing his cigarette and placing a hand on his gun. Just the atmosphere alone made him feel as though he needed to be on guard.

Him and his small gang members walked down and Mason almost kicked the door down but, Sebastian held him back and knocked softly. Growing impatient as nobody answered, he opened the door, surprised it was unlocked. In the middle of the floor was Cassidy, fast asleep under three pairs of blankets, "Hey!" Mason hissed. His eyebrow twitched as he received no response, "Ignoring your f*****g boss and sleeping huh?"

He walked over and paused seeing her extremely pale face and quick breaths. Lightly, he placed his hand over her forehead and growled, "A fever." He let out an annoyed breath and picked up the unconscious girl in his arms, carrying her out the door, "I'm taking it with me."

"But, sir?" Sebastian was completely confused by his actions.

Mason lightly placed her in the car seat and stared at her for a moment before turning around to face Sebastian, "Do something about this f*****g place. It's getting on my nerves."

Before the others could respond, he slid into the limo and slammed the door closed. Sebastian sighed, pulling out a phone, "Hello? Yeah, I need to sell a... shack?"

...

When I woke up, there was this usual, fuzzy white light. Was I dead? Well, at least it wasn't at the hands of Mason. I blinked a few more times and began to sharpen my vision and get a clear view of my surroundings. I was in a bedroom, but not mine.

I gasped and looked down to my hands and feet. They weren't tied. Good, I'm not in some r**e situation. "You finally woke up." This voice.

My eyes turned a bit and I viewed Mason who was sitting on the couch next to the bed. He stood up and walked towards me and I continued to look around, "Where the hell am I?"

"The base." He spoke, "Your sick ass was near death and I brought you here. You've been sleeping for 2 days straight. The damn doctor said I can start looking for a different slave if you didn't wake up by today."

"2 days!?" I squeaked. I rubbed my face and yawned, "I'm sorry you had to go through the trouble, I'll go home now."

"You can't." Mason spoke. "I sold your shack."

"What." I snapped, turning my enraged expression at him, "Who the f**k told you to do that?"

Mason seemed unthreatened by my scowl, "You'll be moving here. In the base."

What? Moving where? I blinked for a moment, "Boss... what are you saying?"

"What? Do your ears not f*****g work? It's troublesome having you live there, so you'll live here. Understand?"

"I do but..." It didn't sound so bad, it's not like I wanted to live in that stupid place anyway. But, 24/7 at the base with no escape? It sounded life-threatening.

"It's either here or you're on the damn streets again." Mason lit a cigarette.

I looked around for a moment and then snapped my gaze back up to meet his, "Wait, did you get my things? The stuff that was in my drawers?"

Mason pointed to the coffee table, "It's all there. Calm the f**k down."

I let out a breath of relief then stared at the room. It was really nice, the bed was an actual bed with a pretty white frame and white covers. There was a huge TV and couch in here too with an actual closet and a couple of shelves. "Is this room mine?"

"Yeah." Mason looked to me. Sometimes the guy catches me off guard with his gorgeous expressions. His eyes were so intense and his face was so handsome. But they all belonged to a demon, what a waste of beauty. "You'll be the only one living here. I used this room when I had to spend the night here but, I don't need it anymore. The bathroom and shower and s**t are down the hall. This is the Main Office level, so don't walk around naked."

I rolled my eyes at the unneeded commentary, "You know I can't possibly pay for this."

"Like I already said," Mason stood up, grinning, "Your life belongs to me. So, I'll pay for you when your broke ass needs help surviving."

I didn't know if this was him being kind but, I appreciated it anyway.

Mason chuckled, lighting another cigarette. "Besides my wallet could buy your whole neighborhood."

I take that back.

He yawned, "I'm tired of you wearing shitty clothing all the time, so I had Leo and Sebastian get you some new ones over the last two days. If I ever see you in a f*****g baggy shirt again, I'll slit your throat."

Despite his crazy threat and insults, he actually did a lot for me. I smiled softly, "Thank you, Mason."

Instantly, I saw him flinch and he turned away, "Yeah, whatever."

As he walked out of the room, I quickly inspected the place. I opened my closet and had the glorious display of new clothing. How long had it been since I'd actually bought something other than food? How long had it been since I slept in an actual bed?

Mason probably would never understand nor care about how much this all meant to me. I pulled out a slutty black piece of lingerie and instantly my mood went sour. He'd probably never understand why I hate him so much either.

I was going to live in a Mafia Base? I sat down on the couch, No matter how much I was going to complain, this place was 100x better than that damn shack. Now I didn't have to walk for an hour every morning to get here and maybe Mason would pipe down about me escaping and s**t.

Hastily, I pulled out a long, tight white shirt and some gray leggings. They felt so clean and soft as I pulled them over my skin. I looked forward again and smiled a little. They even bought me shoes? I grabbed a pair of brown boots and shoved my feet into them. I took a quick glance at the hanging mirror as I brushed my hair.

It was kind of fun to be a spoiled girl.

I walked into the Main Office and was immediately greeted by crying gangsters whom all thought I was done for. They have such great faith in me. I laughed and reassured them, sending them back to their couches. I walked up to Mason's desk and he looked up, immediately with a scowl, "Who told you to f*****g wear that i***t!?"

I frowned, looking down at it, "You. You said you'd slit my throat if I wore my usual outfits."

Mason was red. "Well, take it off."

I grinned, "Are you blushing, sir?"

He slammed his fist into the table, "Like hell I am!" He looked a bit flustered as he continued to yell at me. "You've been gone for three f*****g days, get to work."

For once, I obeyed with no retorts or remaining comments. The guy was a pure asshole but, I supposed since he did all this s**t for me, I could be nice for a day. I found myself working twice as hard though, the demon was more needy and the entire base was filthy. Imagine this place if I left for good. The thought made me shudder.

As everyone went home and the base grew quiet, I was offered a sort of serenity I'd never felt at this hell hole. No gangsters. I had this whole place to myself. Instantly, I ran to the bathroom and stripped, hopping into the hot water. Now this is something I hadn't felt for a while. Hot water.

I hummed quietly as I ran shampoo through my hair, letting the water run down my skin. It was so relaxing. I rubbed the soap over my body, becoming deeply amused by the slipperiness of my own skin. I lifted head up and let out a breath before finally turning off the shower head and getting out.

I wrapped a towel around my body and exited through the doors, drying my hair with another cloth. As I turned the corner, my body hit something really hard. I hissed and looked up, seeing the Main Office door was wide open. I stared it in confusion then squealed watching it close and reveal Mason.

"B-Boss, I thought you left with everyone else!?" I frantically spoke, both arms latched onto the towel for extra protection of falling. He looked up to me and I saw his eye twitch for a quick minute before it settle into a grin.

"Are you seducing me?"

My face grew hot and I stuck out my leg to kick him but, unsurprisingly, he caught it with one hand. "Perverted Devil."

Instantly, he widened his eyes and let go, "If you don't walk away right now I am going to pin you down and f**k you."

I nodded, feeling my entire body grow hot with his last comment. Immediately, I dashed to my room and slid down the door right after I slammed it close. f*****g horny bastard. I took a couple of deep breaths before finally regaining myself and changing into some pajamas.

Now, time for sight-seeing.

I slipped out of my room and squeaked the Main Office door open. "Who the f**k is it?" Mason's voice groaned.

Shit. I thought he went home?

No turning back now.

I walked in, grinning awkwardly, "I was just... um... looking around."

Mason didn't make any eye contact with me, only continued what he was doing before. Did that mean it was okay? I took the chance and walked fully into the room. It felt so different without all the talking and bodies. I turned around and watched Mason write some things down.

What did he do at that desk all day? And what about the days he went for a trip? What was being a Mafia Boss like at such a young age?

"What?" Mason was glaring at me, "Ever since you came here, you were drooling all over me."

I growled, "You're too cocky! I was just wondering what you were doing, i***t!"

What was with him? He was acting differently. I've been in here for 4 minutes and he hadn't bossed me around or insulted me. I watched him brush back his hair and if I didn't loathe the bastard so much I probably would've jumped on him.

He was stressed.

"Is everything... okay?" I quietly asked, sort of in fear he'll lash out without Sebastian next to him.

Mason's eyes were red and he hand small bags under his eyes. He was really tired, it was obvious. I cleared my throat, receiving no response, "You should go home if you are so worn out."

"Shut up." He growled.

I sighed, clearly the guy didn't like pity. But, I suppose neither did I. I wasn't tired but, I didn't want to wait for the beast to explode. So, I headed for the door. "Wait." He called out right before I placed my hand on the handle.

I froze. What the f**k did I do this time!? Taking a deep breath, I turned my head around so I could face him. He looked a little different from normal. His face seemed to be softer and less on guard. "Yes, sir?"

"Stay here till I leave." He yawned, writing something on a piece of paper.

I chuckled a bit, "Do you not want to be alone since Sebastian isn't here?"

"Just shut the f**k up and sit down." He scowled, not taking the time to look at me while he said it.

This demon was so confusing.

I sat on the couch and silently stared at him. Despite being sent from the depths of Hell, it was hard to not respect him. He worked hard to keep the boys safe as well ran an entire organization. He was so young too.

"You know, if you don't stop gazing at me like that. I'm just going to assume you are inviting me and ravish you completely." His eyes were on me, making my blood pump faster.

I frowned and looked away with an agitated hiss, "Why do you always say things like that? You're such a damn tease."

Mason chuckled, "Your idiotic expressions are priceless."

STUPID PERVERTED SATAN.

I let out a breath, "You're such a f*****g bully."

Mason yawned, "You act like such a delicate virgin. It's annoying."

You know, my shack sounded really nice right now. I scowled and held onto a pillow, "You have no f*****g idea what you're talking about." I seethed, slowly approaching my limit with this bastard.

"Would you rather I do it then?" He stood up and instantly my stomach dropped. "You shouldn't call your Boss a f*****g tease. When he's fully capable of carrying out his word."

I widened my eyes as he neared the couch and I threw the pillow at his face. He froze and as the pillow fell, it revealed a very, very agitated Mason. Yet again, I found myself pinned against the couch as I tried to lash myself free, "You know, you have a lot of f*****g guts." His voice was in that murder tone. "Always testing me, do you not know who you are dealing with?"

He slammed my body further into the couch and I let out a yelp as my head hit the edge. He paused for a moment and I looked up to him panting. Okay, maybe it was the position we were in or that I was just extremely tired but, seeing his amazing body and face hovering over me made me hot.

Mason seemed to catch on (Devil senses) and he chuckled, "What a lewd expression." His voice was so deep. Instantly I shut my eyes, frantically shaking my head. "What? Do you not like s*x?" He snickered, clearly entertained by my reaction.

I clenched my jaw, "Mason, let go." I started speaking lower, my eyes still sewed shut, "You're crossing some pretty dangerous waters with me right now."

Mason leaned in closer, making my heart beat faster. "Really? You seemed pretty excited two seconds ago. Even now, your heart is racing. Are you nervous?" He hummed in amusement.

Instantly, I opened an eye, seeing his face was almost right on top of mine. Quickly, I slammed my head into his and escaped.

That night I spent the whole time in the storage room, hiding from the demon. Tomorrow definitely wasn't going to be fun.