Always Been You

~Mason’s POV~

I have a deep-seated, abiding loathing for Antonio Guerra. He beat me at my own game; I spiked his drink, but he switched drinks when I least expected it. The house even had a wheelchair ready for me. It’s hard for me to believe I’m in this predicament. He dragged me all the way to Dante’s office and then abandoned me there, fully aware that I would remain silent even if I had the willpower to do so. That one man had everything well thought out. He knew Lola wanted Dante and he left me here to watch as they fucked each other’s brains out. I got to see everything, including everything that I yearned to claim as my own. Her long legs were wrapped around Dante’s waist, further tormenting me because I could never have her, touch her, or even feel her presence. Antonio made sure of it. He made me watch it all as they hungrily devoured each other. As I watched the show, I couldn’t help but let a tear fall down my cheek. My cock couldn’t even get hard; Antonio made sure I was a dead man sitting in the wheelchair the entire time he was torturing me. After doing some research, I discovered that he is a mafia boss in Italy; it is no wonder that he gave off such a terrifying impression. I had a lot of plans for him, but he was one step ahead of me in every aspect of the game. At this point in time, I am unable to write, walk, or eat anything on my own. Worse yet, there is no cue because I did this to get rid of them so that no one could ever help them or cue them again. Right now I’m sitting here drooling and urinating on myself. Even speaking is impossible for me because my mouth is always wide open. This is a terrible omen. I didn’t even get the chance to finish my little experiment with Lala; she meant not to remember anything, but now she seems to be recalling some of the things very quickly.

Who is helping her?

~Candice’s POV~

Call me paranoid, but something about today doesn’t feel right. I don’t know for sure, but ever since I got that call, I’ve been plagued by this foreboding feeling that just won’t go away. I just can’t seem to shake it. I scanned the restaurant and walked in, as I didn’t see anything unusual. I snagged a seat in the vicinity of the window with the intention of being able to observe everyone who entered and exited the restaurant. A waitress came over to assist me, but before I could give her my order, my phone went off with a flurry of notifications.

June Blackwood

I wasn’t the sharpest, but for some time now I’ve been noticing the way she calls out Dante’s name. It’s like a moan coming out of her mouth every time she says his name. “Give me a sec,” I said to the waitress. She nodded and waited.

June: Mason wants to eliminate Dante and have Lola. If he kills him, your fight will be in vain.

It made me grin. Considering that she has nothing to gain by disclosing this information to me, why would she do so? I gave the waitress in front of me the friendliest smile I could muster and then proceeded to place my drink order after looking at her.

“I’ll have a Mimosa.” I tried to do some calculations while sitting back and relaxing on my chair, but 1 plus 1 did not give me a fucking 2, and the numbers just did not add up at all. I heaved a sigh and waited for my drink.

What is June’s agenda?

After what seemed like an eternity, my drink was finally brought to me, and I guzzled it down in one sitting, which caused the girl’s eyes to become very wide.

“Another one,” I ordered. And with that, she was gone in a flash, and I’m still trying to figure out why Mason changed the strategy we had originally devised. He got to have Lola, while I got to have Dante. I can’t fucking believe that I had to sleep with him first for him to agree. That guy is a swine, but I managed to get what I wanted out of him. Lola believed it when I told her that her name was Janet, and Mason got to convince her that she was his.

Dante, that man isn’t a fool. It is difficult to win his approval, and I haven’t even had the opportunity to be more than five paces away from him. Mason was supposed to make him forget Lola, just like we made Lola forget him. I get to play mommy to their children and convince Dante that the children are ours. The idiot, however, wants to throw a wrench into my plans.

“Here you go, ma’am.” The waitress remarked as she placed the champagne glass on the table. She looked at me briefly before turning and walking away. I swirled the champagne flute, took a sip from it, and just as I was about to set it on the table, the man of my dreams walked in. Looking all inhuman, I lost an adonis to a dump girl like Lola. An adonis is something that I simply must possess for the rest of my life. He was decked out in a pricey tuxedo. Expensive in the same way as the owner is. His dark hair was disheveled, as though he had just gotten out of bed, and an aggressive grin was plastered across his face.

Oh, how I adore the grin on your face.

I have to admit that the sight of him alone was enough to make me wet. He looked around and didn’t see who he was looking for; then his eyes landed on me, but he didn’t acknowledge me. I don’t blame him; he hates my guts.

I reached into the bottom of my glass and fished the orange out. I then popped it into my mouth and seductively rolled it around on my tongue while allowing the last drops of orange juice and alcohol to drip out before crushing it between my teeth.

Dante chose to sit far away from where I was, so I picked up my glass and approached his table. “Mr. Monroe, you continue to exude an air of sophistication.” I offered a compliment. He eyed me with no expression whatsoever.

“You don’t look bad yourself, Candice.” I smiled as I pulled a chair for myself, knowing that Dante Monroe would only pull a chair for Lola. No one else is a lady in his eyes except for that bitch. So I raised my butt a little high for him to see what he was missing before sitting down, uninvited.

“Waiting for someone?” I asked, and he cast me a questionable glare that suggested, “Why the fuck would you care?” After that, however, he gave a slight nod and said, “Yeah, I’m waiting for my girlfriend.” I wrinkled my brow in consideration of him.

“Girlfriend?”

“Yea, June Blackwood.”

What?

What do you think Dante is up to?