Chapter 93 Taken

• Mason sat on the plush couch of Ashley's mansion, surrounded by his henchmen who were smoking and engaging in other unsavory activities. Ashley's maid stood in front of him, holding a tray of roasted meat, her hands shaking with fear.
• He leaned forward and reached for a piece, letting out a satisfied sigh as he chewed. "You know, I could get used to this," he said between mouthfuls. "A nice mansion, good food, and a pretty little thing to serve me." He smirked and grabbed the maid's arm, pulling her close.
• "Don't you dare drop that tray," Mason threatened her. "Or I'll have to fuck you."