Wilson POV
I saw three glasses of vodka in front of Lucas. I don’t know what kind of sick games is he trying to pull this time. “Wilson!” Mason just came into the room. As soon as he enters, one of the muscular men pointed a gun at him and forced him to kneel on his knees. “Well, here comes our favorite man. Mason Prince. Bring him here!” Lucas sneered. The man who holds the gun pulled Mason harshly and put him down to sit on the sofa beside Lucas. “Who are you?” Mason asked. He glared at Lucas angrily. If a look can kill, I believe Lucas could be died by now. “I am an old friend of yours… Hey you! Bring our princess here!” Lucas told one of his men to bring Kate. I stood in front of her, blocking the muscular guy from touching her. “Well, Wilson… You can join us too. Don’t need to be th
