Chapter 89

• Mason was mad at what he just said. His head boiled with anger and before he even knew what he was doing. He flew at him in rage, drawing back his fist. He punched the other man in the mouth, sending him reeling into the bookcase behind his desk. John’s hand flew to his mouth and when it came away, it was smeared with blood.
• “What the fuck are you doing? I can have you arrested for assault!” John raged. “You can’t just come in here and hit me!”
• “Shut the fuck up. You fucking piece of shit. You’re lucky I don’t kill you with my bare hands,” Mason seethed out. “If you so much as breathe in Lisa’s direction again, I will ruin you. When I’m finished with you, you will have nothing. No credibility. No backing. No contracts. Nothing at all.” Panic leached all the color from John’s face. But like all assholes in this world, he felt he had one more card to pull.