Chapter 87
- ~Mason’s POV~
- I have a deep-seated, abiding loathing for Antonio Guerra. He beat me at my own game; I spiked his drink, but he switched drinks when I least expected it. The house even had a wheelchair ready for me. It’s hard for me to believe I’m in this predicament. He dragged me all the way to Dante’s office and then abandoned me there, fully aware that I would remain silent even if I had the willpower to do so. That one man had everything well thought out. He knew Lola wanted Dante and he left me here to watch as they fucked each other’s brains out. I got to see everything, including everything that I yearned to claim as my own. Her long legs were wrapped around Dante’s waist, further tormenting me because I could never have her, touch her, or even feel her presence. Antonio made sure of it. He made me watch it all as they hungrily devoured each other. As I watched the show, I couldn’t help but let a tear fall down my cheek. My cock couldn’t even get hard; Antonio made sure I was a dead man sitting in the wheelchair the entire time he was torturing me. After doing some research, I discovered that he is a mafia boss in Italy; it is no wonder that he gave off such a terrifying impression. I had a lot of plans for him, but he was one step ahead of me in every aspect of the game. At this point in time, I am unable to write, walk, or eat anything on my own. Worse yet, there is no cue because I did this to get rid of them so that no one could ever help them or cue them again. Right now I’m sitting here drooling and urinating on myself. Even speaking is impossible for me because my mouth is always wide open. This is a terrible omen. I didn’t even get the chance to finish my little experiment with Lala; she meant not to remember anything, but now she seems to be recalling some of the things very quickly.
- Who is helping her?