The Luna: Braver Than We Are

Chapter

“I. Told. You. To. Keep. Her. Here.” A punch after every word made Mason’s head jump back and forth. His face was a bloody mess, blood was dripping from his chin on his shirt, staining the snowy white fabric and on the floor around him. The head was the last thing Kiaran took care of. He took a good while stepping on Mason’s fingers, palms, and other parts of his body that were vulnerable to pain. Mason couldn’t see it, one of Kiaran’s men held his head and covered his mouth, but he was sure that Kiaran had a knife and took a lot of pleasure from cutting Mason’s torso. When Kiaran stopped, his fingers were red from Mason’s blood. He looked at them with disgust and went to the bathroom to wash.

For a second Mason was relieved, the wounds looked more like scratches. But when Kiaran came back, he decided to explain to Mason in detail why he was so furious.

Now Mason couldn’t focus, the pain in his body was so overwhelming. Did Viola feel the same? The question popped out somewhere on the edge of his mind only to be shoved away by another wave of pain. As if she was a mere distant memory.

Finally, Kiaran got tired or maybe he simply didn’t want to kill Mason but he stepped from him. His men took Mason’s arms and dragged him to the couch. They threw Mason onto the seat without any sentiments, as if he was just a puppet. One of them examined Mason quickly.

“He’ll live,” the man grunted and Kiaran simply nodded his head gazing at Mason with disgust in his eyes.

“He’d better be. I’m not finished with him.” Mason tried to shrink his body on the seat and make himself invisible. But Kiaran’s attention was focused on him all the time. He sat on the couch, not too close to Mason, so his clothes wouldn’t get dirty. He took the same bottle Mason used last night and poured two glasses of golden liquid.

“My dear friend,” he said slowly, gazing at the liquid in his glass. “Did you really think I wouldn’t notice? That your wife is gone.” His tone was almost gentle and his handsome face looked very calm and composed. He ran his fingers through his chestnut hair, creating the look of controlled chaos. “You are not drinking,” Kiaran said abruptly and tried to hand Mason a second glass. But Mason’s fingers weren’t able to hold it.

Kiaran’s expression changed in seconds. The handsome man was long gone, his features got sharper and wilder like he was going to transform into an animal. He threw the glass at Mason. Mason screamed out loud when the alcohol touched his wounds.

“Where the f**k is your wife?” Kiaran literally roared at Mason. Mason started crying, that only angered Kiaran, he smacked Mason’s head so hard that he fell off the couch and landed on the glass coffee table, shattering it into pieces.

“You pathetic scumbag. Someone will come to help you. Once you've put yourself together, you’ll be set to find Viola. Stupid fucker, you’re so lucky you didn’t kill her.”

Kiaran got up and just like that he went out of the room, with his men following him.

Mason was left where he fell, with glass shards piercing his back, leaving him afraid to move. The only thing he felt was pain, the pain that ensured him that he was still alive.

Mason once again cursed himself for liaising with Kiaran Blackfur. The lawyer, whom he fired from the company warned him many times. He should call the company and announce that he would be working from home for a few days. Yet he was too weak to get up and find his mobile. Besides, what would it change? There was nothing that could happen in the company without Kiaran’s acceptance. Mason was just a figurehead that was supposed to get Viola’s signatures when it was needed. Viola would sing whatever he gave her but now she was out of sight.

He needed to think quickly. Where could she go? She didn’t have any friends, he took care of it shoving away anyone who cared for his wife. She couldn’t have gone far, she should have been in a similar state to his. It was a miracle that she was able to drive. Her mobile was out of order. Maybe she had an accident? That wouldn’t be that bad for Mason, the beating she got from him would be covered by the accident injuries and if she died, he would inherit the company. He could sell it to Kiaran and be finally free.

Mason must have passed out because when he opened his eyes, he was in his own bed, undressed with his wounds tended to and it was already dark outside. He wondered who helped him and tried to look around the room but all lights were turned off.

“Stop wiggling or you’ll start bleeding again. Don't you dare to ruin my effort.” A deep feminine voice scolded him. He turned his head and saw a figure standing in the darkest corner of the room.

“Who are you?” Mason asked in a wobbling voice.

“Kiaran sent me,” she answered as if the necessity of opening her mouth to speak annoyed her. “To see if you were dead already. You weren’t, unfortunately.”

That wasn’t answering his question but all alerts started ringing in his head to not push her.

“Could you turn on the light?”

“No.” Mason heard rather than saw that she moved from the corner. “You want to look at me. I already looked at you,” she said in a peculiar way, that made Mason want to scream, ”so I suppose it’s only fair to let you look at me.” Suddenly she was next to the bed, hoovering over Mason. She was a beauty. True beauty, with pale but perfect skin and dark eyes and hair, yet there was something in her eyes that made her inhumane. A purple glow in her indifferent look made Mason shiver.

“Do you like what you see?” She almost giggled. “I can hear your thoughts. You’re so stupid and meaningless. It’s not about you. It’s all about her.” She put a cold and cruel smile on her lips and touched Mason’s forehead with her very long fingernail, somehow making him pass out immediately.