Mason: #6 (Allen Securities) by Madison Stevens Page B

news, but it was good to know they wouldn’t be going up against the full gang.
    “And the man who sold them out?”
    Charlie frowned slightly and shook his head. “Never actually met the guy. Thought I was meeting him, but that was just a paid grunt.” Charlie gave a little chuckle. “I imagine that’s got to burn Wolf’s ass that one of his men stole his parts right out from under him, and he don’t know who done it.”
    Mason thought about it. Maybe there was a challenge in the gang. Someone wasn’t happy with the way things were being run and was trying to usurp the leader’s power. It wasn’t an uncommon thing for gangs.
    Still, Wolf wasn’t a man to fuck with. He’d more than proven he didn’t believe in the concept of innocent bystanders.
    Charlie frowned when his cell phone chimed. He quickly answered.
    “What do you mean the car is gone? Is she there or not?”
    Mason grimaced and silently cursed himself for leaving Tori alone.
    Charlie listened for a bit longer and then pulled the phone from his ear.
    “Your car and Victoria are gone,” he said.

Chapter Twelve
     
     
    Tori wheeled the cart out of the store and hummed happily to herself. She had bought a nice pork loin she planned on baking in the oven along with some rosemary, garlic and olive oil. Her vegetables would roast nicely as well.
    It made her happy to cook for Mason. He always seemed to appreciate the effort she put into meals.
    The sun was now in retreat, leaving the parking lot in the shadow of dusk. She laughed to herself. They’d managed to almost lose a day with their bedroom games. Not that she regretted them for a second.
    She pulled out her phone and checked her messages as she walked and frowned at the surprising number of voice messages. Yesterday she’d turned off the sound and just never thought about it until that point.
    Victoria put the phone to her ear.
    “Tori,” Mason said on the other end. His voice was strained. “Why the hell aren’t you picking up? Look, wherever you are, you need to get back to the house.”
    Her heart pumped hard in her chest at the panic in his voice.
    “No, better yet, just meet me over at Charlie’s pawn shop.”
    The message clicked off, and she was about to listen to the next when the phone rang. She swiped on the picture of Mason.
    “I just got your—”
    “Thank God!” he said on the other end of the phone. “I thought…” The words drifted off on the other end as he composed himself.
    “I just went to the store,” she said quietly.
    The cart caught on some broken glass on the ground. She frowned as she stared down at the darkened pavement. She didn’t remember glass by the car before.
    Victoria glanced up. The light on the pole near her car was broken.
    “Blitz is in town,” Mason said.
    She froze. She hadn’t been seeing things. It had been him at the bar. She glanced back to the store. The light might not have been a coincidence.
    Victoria let go of the cart and turned to run but slammed full force into a solid chest.
    “Woah there.” The rough chuckle that followed sent a shiver down her spine.
    “He’s here,” she managed to shout into the phone before falling backwards on the pavement.
    Victoria held out a hand to brace her fall. She could feel the glass cutting into her palm as she did and cried out from the pain.
    The phone clattered away from her. A hauntingly familiar man stepped out of the shadows.
    She tried to stand, to do something, anything, but her leg couldn’t seem to find the strength. She watched in horror as Blitz man picked up the phone.
    “Ando?” he said casually.
    She could hear Mason shouting on the other end.
    “Oh, it’s the boyfriend,” Blitz said and gave her a toothy grin. “Well, listen, boyfriend. You tell Ando that he better be ready to make the parts drop tonight at eleven at pier twenty-three, or I’m afraid I’ll have to do very bad things to his daughter.”
    His gaze cut to her, and her stomach heaved at the look he