BLOODHOUNDS #4: THE DARK KNIGHT

Chapter 7 - PLAYTHING

Mason Calland

I'm so fucking sure that the man who stalked Everly is either a terrorist or an FBI or CIA agent or a part of the mafia. Let's cross the terrorist from the list because I don't think he would make a small bomb to scare her.

After checking the crime with the useless LA PD and some FBI agents, I decided to call an old friend. I got into the car while waiting for Massimo to answer the fucking call.

"Is this a dream or a nightmare? The great Mason Calland called me." Massimo chuckled.

"Turn on the TV."

"And why do you want me to turn on the TV, Mason?"

"Just do it." I waited for him.

"And all the news is filled with the beautiful Everly Jordan. How do you know that I'm a fan?"

"She has a stalker. My prediction is that he's one of the FBIs or CIAs or the Mafia." Massimo let out a chuckle.

"Well, what do you want from me, Calland?"

"I'm going to give you the newest tech that will launch early next year for free, and I want you to join me on this." I offered.

"And what makes you think I will accept your offer? I don't think Serano would be happy to hear this."

"He won't. I'm not in the mood to get his hands dirty." Asher is busy these days, and I'm not in the mood to ask him, especially when I'm still Ana's fiance. He might have acted as a great leader and helped me sometimes, but we're still in a cold war since I got engaged to Anastasia.

"Send me the details, and I will call you tomorrow." He ended the call, and I leaned my body back to the seat.

"You should have sent Tiffany, Mr.Calland." I raised my eyebrows, looking at Elliot through the rearview mirror.

"Mila is a fan of Everly."

"Good for her."

Everly Jordan

Mason told Mila that he was going up to my room. Five minutes later, he showed up, and Mila left the room. I thanked her, and she smiled.

"Why aren't you not sleeping yet?" He asked since it was already dawn.

"I can't sleep." I didn't lie. I've been trying to sleep, but I can't. My body was crumbling, but because of what happened earlier, the thought of sleeping scared me.

"Can we find a connecting hotel room?"

"No."

"How are you going to sleep?"

"I won't."

"Are you a vampire?"

"No."

"Do you hate me that much? You only answer my questions with one of two words." I crossed my arms in front of my chest, glaring at him. He sat down and closed his eyes.

"When will you go back to Seattle? Can you stay here until you find my stalker?"

"No. I'm a busy man." He said flatly, leaning his head back.

"But..."

"No, but..." His phone rang, and he opened his eyes, taking his phone out.

"It's fucking dawn, dipshit." Mason hissed, and he got up from his chair. He turned to me and then walked out of the room. I lay on my bed and closed my eyes, trying hard to sleep. I tossed around a few times and found myself sleeping.