*Mason’s POV*
Esmé disappeared to her room, giving me the chance to work. Having her in front of me was a complete distraction. I opened my notes section on my MacBook Pro and began typing what I needed to get done. I was in my zone when the douché bag cleared his throat. I looked up at him. “You honestly think you should be here? I don’t think it’s so safe for you.” He told me, making me chuckle.
“Yes, I should be here, protecting her.” I said, motioning my head to the door that leads to her bedroom. “Also, I can take care of myself. Just because I am not in the mafia does not mean that I am not always packed and loaded.” I replied, making him nod his head and leave me.
He walked over to where the rest of her men were sitting, most of them already leaving for the night. I looked down
