CHAPTER 4 : DOUBLE HATES ll
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NIGHT ≈ BLACK CROWN PENTHOUSE
The front of the Black Crown Penthouse was glowing under the moonlight, it’s steel doors reflecting the headlights of the black Maybach as it rolled to a halt.
The air was thick with the bass beats, coming out the club as they blasted music all night long and the muffled screams of strippers and drunk mobsters.
Mason stepped out of the car, the guards at alert, watching for every funny move. “Welcome boss” they chorused.
He didn’t respond with a greeting back, just a nod, which was all they were getting from him tonight. His jaw locked, cigarette still burning between his fingers.
He was headed to the club room when a maid appeared out of nowhere like a ghost.
“Boss” she whispered, head low.
He stopped walking, staring at her like she was wasting his time.
“Cassia asked to see you immediately.”
He narrowed his eyes.
“She was stabbed,” the maid added, and Mason’s eyes widened.
He immediately turned to the direction of Cassia’s room, got there and opened the door at once.
Cassia was was sitting on the edge of the bed, her shirt rolled up, a bloodied gauze against her shoulder. Her face was pale and her hair, messy. She winced but didn’t look surprised.
"Where were you all day? I've been waiting for you" Cassia said.
Mason moved closer to her and take a look at the wound.
"You should have allowed someone take care of you, do you want to die?" He asked.
"I wanted you to do it" Cassia said.
Mason scoffed and took another seat next to her, he cleaned the wound and started the necessary treatment.
"So, how was it?" Cassia asked, staring at his face through the mirror.
Mason didn’t speak. He wrapped the bandage tighter than necessary.
“You hate her already ?” She asked again, lips curling.
He dropped the first aid supplies and looked up.
“Does your shoulder still hurt?”
"Badly" Cassia muttered.
"Like.. really really bad ?" Mason asked again.
“Mason” she muttered, narrowing her eyes. “Why are you..”
“I want to f**k you.”
Cassia’s breath seized. Then she laughed hard, like she couldn’t believe he said that with a straight face.
“You bastard. That’s your answer ??”
“Say no, and I’ll leave.” Mason said.
"You f**king manipulator!" Cassia shouted.
He smirked. “And you like that.”
Warning: 18+ advisory.
Without warning, she grabbed him by the collar and pulled his mouth into hers, kissing him hungrily, her tongue sliding between his lips as he pushed down onto the bed with one hand. The other hand slipped beneath her jeans, yanking then down her thighs.
“Mason.. fuck.. my shoulder”
“I’ll be gentle there.” He whispered, but there was nothing gentle about the way he shoved her legs open.
Her panties were already soaked, and he slid two fingers inside without warning. She gasped into her mouth, her back arching and her breath stuttering as he rubbed rough circles on her c**t with his thumb.
“Missed this ??” he growled.
“f**k! Yes!” She moaned.
He undid his belt and kicked off his jeans. He didn’t wait. He shoved inside her in one deep thrust that made her scream, her nails dragging down his back.
Their bodies moved in rhythm, the bed creaking violently under them.
Cassia bit into his shoulder to keep from screaming from pain and pleasure as he slammed into her again and again, her body trembling under his.
The session was short lived when Mason’s phone rang.
“Don’t you f*****g dare” she panted.
Mason leaned over and checked the screen. Enzo.
“I need to go”
“You’re seriously going to leave me hanging ??”
“I’ll finish with you later.”
“Asshole.”
He got dressed. “Rest your shoulder. You’ll need it.” He said before leaving the room.
Cassia laid there, skin flushed, legs still trembling and muttered, “No way in f*****g hell i’m letting him and this type of good f**k go. Whoever you are, better watch out.”
••
Mason entered the party room and was welcomed by the noise of the gang members calling his name.
🗣 Welcome boss.
Mason only nodded as usual, he immediately sighted Enzo drinking alone at the bar, he walked over to him and sat down.
"How was your wedding??" Enzo asked, smirking and Mason frowned.
“Who the f**k said I’m married?” Mason replied, grabbing a bottle straight from the bartender’s tray and pouring some into a glass.
Enzo chuckled. “Man, you’re still going to marry her, whether you want to or not.”
“I’m not marrying any f*****g person, neither am I doing any f*****g wedding.” Mason growled. “It’s a goddamn transaction.”
“You sound bitter. She’s that ugly ?”
“Worse.” Mason spat. “She looked like she belonged on a shelf in a f*****g dollhouse man. Pink everywhere, hair pins. The kind of girl that would cry if you raised your voice, innocent to the point of irritation.”
"So, she’s pretty?.."
"Pretty my foot" Mason hissed which made Enzo laugh.
"I can't even imagine you wearing a suit" Enzo laughed harder. "I can feel your pain."
Enzo raised his glass. “To your bride.”
“I missed a good f**k for this by the way.”
“You f****d Cassia, even with her wounded shoulder ??”
Mason ignored him and drowned the liquor on his glass like it could burn the memory of Sapphire out of his throat.
••
Nico was sitting down while Dinah danced in front of him, she was twerking slowly, her ass rolling in perfect rhythm, while drinking directly from the wine bottle and Nico was enjoying every bit of it until his eyes caught Flora trying to go out of the club room, she was almost staggering.
"She's drunk" he muttered and quickly stood up.
"Where are you going?" Dinah asked, pausing mid twerk.
"Enjoy, I will be back" Nico winked at her and rushed to Flora.
"Seriously??" Dinah scoffed, glaring at Flora hatefully as Nico tried helping her.
"I'm fine, leave me alone Nico" Flora said.
“You can barely walk. Let me help you.” Nico insisted.
"I will take her to her room, don't bother" Wells walked over to them.
Nico looked at him with a frown.
"What do you mean? I decided to help her first.."
"I will go with Wells" Flora cut in immediately.
Wells smirked at Nico and immediately carried Flora in a bridal style out of the room while Nico stood there looking so angry.
"Hey, do you want to die young?" Flora asked in a weak voice as Wells climbed the stairs.
"What do you mean?" Wells asked.
"Who said you can carry me this way??" Flora asked but before Wells could reply, her head already dropped on his chest freely, she was asleep.
Wells smiled and entered her room, he dropped her on the bed, he stared at her for a second before going out of the room.
••••
CASSIA'S ROOM
Cassia was laying on the bed, scrolling through her phone while zooming in and out Mason's pictures she took unaware.
She knows better never to let him know or he will definitely get mad, he never take pictures!!
Never.
She was still staring at the pictures when she heard a knock on the door.
"Mason?" She muttered and quickly dropped her phone, but on a second thought, the Mason she knows will never knock before coming into her room, she went to open the door and it was Harper.
"Hey" she said.
"What's going on?" Cassia asked.
"Nothing, I just came to check on you" Harper said.
"I'm good as you can see, you don't have to worry about me" Cassia rolled her eyes.
Harper nodded and stood there without moving, her bucket hat moved down again and it covered her eyes leaving just her nose and lips.
"Anything else??" Cassia asked and Harper shook her head.
"No, go on and rest. See you around" She said and turned back immediately, bouncing as she walked away.
Cassia shut the door. “Weird as fuck.” She muttered.
••••
NEXT DAY ≈ ASHFORD UNIVERSITY
"She’s still not in ?" Davis asked the moment he entered the class and found only Azura.
"Nope, two days now" Azura muttered.
"Did you call her??" Davis asked.
"She's not picking up, maybe we should stop at her place after classes" Azura suggested.
"I stopped by few minutes ago but nobody was home" Davis said and Azura frowned.
"That's weird, is there something she's not telling us?"
"Maybe she's busy, I'm sure she will call back when she see your calls" Davis said and Azura sighed.
"I just hope she's fine, this isn’t like her" She muttered.
Davis sat down beside her but inwardly, he was restless, not seeing her for a day seems like a full year to him and he was getting impatient already.
To him, something didn’t feel right.
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