King

When we get home from the job, Mr. Rivera's pathetic pleas are still ringing in my ears, but we washed his blood off at the clubhouse. Mason heads straight to his room with a muttered "Goodnight," leaving me in the hallway, torn. Part of me wants him back in our bed. He's been keeping his distance lately at night, and while I don't push, I notice. Alyssa might need him tonight. If she does, I'll have to drag his ass back, whether he likes it or not.

In my room, Alyssa and ...