Eternal Hearts

55| Mother

Mason Reed
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"You need to get out there and kill Stirling. You know that only you can do it," Lucas demands, his lights blue eyes filled with worry.

Pathetic asshole. How many times is he going to do this?

"Never fucking tell me what I have to do. I'm leaving it to Vanderbilt's team, so stop bothering me about that stupid shit." I pour down the whiskey into my glass.

Lucas watches my every movement, narrowing his eyes the tiniest bit. "Do I need to call Chris?" He asks. "You've-you've been drinking more than normal-"

"Get out," I say at once, my voice low and demanding. I give him a cold glare as he sighs, turning around and walking out.

I drink down my whiskey quickly, feeling it start to hit in. I fill up the glass once again.

I take my glass and walk all the way over to my living room, sitting down on the couch. I set my whiskey down, and I pick up my phone to call the familiar number.

I lay my head back against the seat, manspreading my legs. I lay my arm out against the top of the couch, smiling when I hear my girl's voice. "Hi, Mason! Goodmorning, I mean."

"Hi, baby," I mumble. "How was your day yesterday? I didn't get to call you that afternoon like usual."

Yeah. Fucking stupid too. I should be able to
call her anytime, but of course my mother had to keep me busy and prevent it.

Apparently she's in this city right now, looking for me. I couldn't give a damn if she does or not. I just want to be alone, but she just has to come check in on me.

She acts as if she does it for a good reason. I know damn well why she's here.

I haven't told Violet that my mother is close to finding me. I don't want her to worry when she's already got too much on her.

I also haven't told her that I'm actively searching for Carter. That fucker thinks he can hurt her without death involved?

I'll fucking make it slow. Slow enough to regret every detail he did to her before I put a bullet in his head.

"Yeah. Noah and I went to a bunch of shops and explored the resort. They have the best red velvet cookies, you won't believe it," she starts going on and on, and I listen to every word while smiling.

"You better bring me some when you get back," I hum.

"Yeah," she mumbles, her breath shaky. I know exactly what she's thinking about.

"How are you? Are you nervous?" I frown, looking up at the ceiling.

I know that she is, but she shouldn't be. I want to comfort her as much as possible through the phone before the appointment.

"Yes," she admits. "The appointment is in three hours. I'm scared, Mason."

"It's just going to be everything you already know," I reassure. "There's plenty of happy memories you'll get to experience again."

She sighs. "I know. Anyways," she begins to change the subject, "what did I tell you yesterday? I was kind of drunk at first, so I don't really remember."