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My vision blurs with tears as I watch the despair rolling off him in waves. Of all the things they have done to him, this is by far the worst. I knew Logan would push him to the edge, and he finally succeeded. I saw this coming and hated that I couldn’t stop it. This truck means the world to Mason. He and his grandfather worked on remodeling it for months, and the sentimental value it holds is priceless.
“Babe,” Lyndsey murmurs, squeezing my hand, and tears stream down my face as I watch Mason stomp around to the driver’s side and get in. When he starts the engine, he gives it an almighty rev before planting his foot down on the accelerator and tearing it out of the parking lot.
“Can you take me home, Lyns?”
“Of course I will.” She puts an arm around me. “Come on, let’s go.”
As soon asLyndsey dropped me home, I grabbed my overnight bag and jumped in my car, heading straight over to Mason’s house.
When I pull into the driveway, I spot Mason’s truck parked up by the garage, and a lump forms in my throat. Getting out of my car, I make my way up the path, keeping my gaze averted from the damage done to the truck. But just knowing it’s there is enough to have the tears welling up and blurring the path in front of me.
As soon as I reach the front door, it opens before I have a chance to knock, and Grace stands before me—looking just as heartbroken as I’m sure Mason is feeling right now. I stand speechless for a moment, unsure of what to say. This is all my fault, and I don’t even know where to begin with apologizing.
Her eyes soften, and with a nod of her head, she gestures for me to come in. “He is down in the basement.”
“Thanks,” I say quietly as I move past her and head straight for the basement. As soon as I open the door, the sound of Mason’s fists pounding into the punching bag echoes up the stairwell, and I slowly make my way down until I reach the bottom.
All color drains from my face when Mason comes into sight. He’s naked from the waist up, and beads of sweat drip down over his contracting muscles as he pounds blow after savage blow into the punching bag.
Strangled grunts elicit from his mouth as he throws everything he has into attacking that bag as if somehow it’s Logan himself. The pure anguish radiating off him forms a knot in my chest, and swallowing hard, I then attempt to push my voice through my constricted throat.
“M-Mason,” I choke out, and he freezes, dropping his arms down with his back still toward me. “I’m so sorry.”
He turns to face me, and my vision blurs with unshed tears as I take in his disheveled state. His eyes are bloodshot, and his chest heaves, not only in exertion but with emotion. He wipes his forehead, then shakes his head. “No, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have left you there. I—”
“No, don’t apologize. It’s fine.” I step forward, and he looks down at the ground. “I completely understand. Lyndsey drove me home, and honestly, it was no problem.”
He nods but doesn’t look up, and I reach up, cupping his cheek, feeling his sweat slide along my palm. “I’m so sorry, Mason. This is all my fault.”
His eyes meet mine and harden slightly. “No, it wasn’t. Why would you say that?”
“If you weren’t with me, this wouldn’t have happened. I knew Logan would push it this far, and I failed in trying to stop him.”
“This wasn’t your fault. It was all him. I told you I would be willing to do whatever it takes to be with you. It’s just—” He pauses, his voice becoming strained as he squeezes his eyes shut. “That paint job was the last thing I did with my grandfather before he passed away. He let me pick the color. We worked on it for three days straight, and we only took it out for one ride before I lost him two weeks later.”
My heart shatters into a million pieces as tears begin to stream down my face. Not for me but for this amazing guy in front of me, who’s just had something so precious taken from him. The truck can be repaired, but the original work that held so many memories can never be replaced.
“I’m so sorry,” I choke out and drop my head. I don’t know what else to say. Nothing can make this right, and nothing will ease its devastation.
“Hey, it’s okay,” he murmurs, cupping my face and bringing his forehead down to mine. “I’m just so angry. I’m so fucking angry, baby. I don’t know what to do.”
“I know.” I wrap my arms around him as his heavy breaths fan over my face.
His eyes squeeze shut again as a single tear trickles down his cheek. “Please tell me that you’re mine,” he whispers, agony weighing heavily in his tone. “Please tell me that I have all of you and that he no longer holds a piece of your heart.”
My eyes peer up and lock onto his. I know why he is asking me this. As much as he has made it clear that there isn’t anything he wouldn’t do to be with me, what would be the point of it all, if part of me still belongs to the very person he is at war with. He stares down at me, searching my eyes in desperation, and I’m suddenly hit with an epiphany.
Whatever residual feelings I may have had for Logan are now gone. I can feel it. There is absolutely nothing there anymore. Today’s events were the straw that broke the camel’s back. I could never love someone capable of such despicable acts, and I honestly don’t think I have loved him for some time.
“I’m all yours, Mason,” I reply, looking him directly in the eyes as I say it because I know without a doubt I mean every word. “Every part of me belongs to you and only you.”
His bottom lip trembles and he releases a heavy sigh, then grips my face tighter. “I-I need you, baby,” he croaks, planting a firm kiss on my lips. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me against him tight and burying his face into my neck. “I need you so bad.”
His hands roam over my body, gripping onto me as if scared I would suddenly disappear. I know what he needs. He needs a release from the agonizing pain, from the anger overwhelming him. And I willingly surrender myself over to him. “You have me, baby. Take what you need. I’m right here with you.”
A growl erupts from his chest as his lips crash to mine in a blinding kiss. His tongue invades my mouth, instantly seeking mine and pulling at my shirt; he rips it open. The fabric tears apart and hangs from my shoulders, sending us both wild with need.
We strip each other down until there isn’t a single thread of clothing left, and grabbing hold of my hips, he lifts me up. My legs automatically wrap around his waist as he pushes me up against the wall, his lips still ravaging mine. Sliding his hand down between us, he lines his cock up to my entrance, then slams into me, the sudden intrusion making me bite down my lip to stop myself crying out.
