Page 45 of Sweetheart

His father smirked. “I expected your brother to lower himself to possibly be with one of these monsters, but I had thought better of you.”

“You're the only monster in this room,” Mason spat back.

Clint shrugged. “At least this one was easy to take out. Now tell me everything you know about him and his pack.”

Mason laughed. “I’m not telling you shit.”

“I already have people out there looking around this town. All it took was flashing your picture around a few places to track you down. How hard do you think it will be to figure out who this man was?”

As soon as anyone asked about Levi, then Axel would find out. There was no doubt in Mason’s mind. Mason smiled at his father, showing all his teeth.

Rearing back, Clint punched Mason in the face, snapping his head to the side. Fuck! That hurt! It was still worth it to see his father’s fury.

“Fuck you!” Mason said before spitting the blood in his mouth at him.

His father stepped to the side. “We’ll see how long you can hold out. I’ve always had ways of making you tell me everything I wanted to know.”

That might be true in the past, but Mason wasn’t the same traumatized kid he used to be. He might have been the reason that Levi had been killed but Mason would protect Levi’s family until his last breath.

He knew Levi would do the same if their positions were reversed. All Mason could do now was ensure that Levi’s family didn’t fall into the hands of his evil father. He had only met them once, but Levi loved them and that was enough for Mason.

The door opened and another familiar man walked in.

Old fear and memories tried to make bile rise. Evan Jones. One of his father’s favorite followers and a man that Mason knew from personal experience got off on being cruel.

“It’s been a long time.” Evan grinned as he stopped in front of Mason. “I’ve missed you.”

He couldn’t help the absolute terror that filled him. Mason must have given away some kind of reaction—Evan and his father laughed as Evan leaned closer. Mason gagged at the scent of cigarettes, old sweat, and rot. Evan had always stunk. Proper hygiene had never been high on his list of priorities.

“We’re going to have so much fun together.” Evan licked Mason’s cheek.

Knowing it would hurt, Mason took his one shot. He slammed his forehead as hard as he could into the other man’s. Pain exploded behind his eyes but it was so worth it to see the blood flowing from Evan’s nose.

“Fucker!” Evan cried as he cupped his face.

Mason’s father immediately retaliated. He started to beat Mason along his ribs. Mason grunted and tried to fight through the pain, but it wasn’t long before Mason just couldn’t hold on. He was thankful when his vision began to darken, and succumbed to it.

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Levi

Stuck healing, Levi couldn’t do anything to help his mate and that had his fury growing to an uncomfortable level. As soon as his body was whole, he was going to tear apart everyone who had the nerve to touch his boy. Mason had been going in and out of consciousness through every beating.

The entire time Mason had been beaten, he’d never stopped his smartass remarks or laughing when threatened.

Levi had never been prouder of anyone.

Mason was truly his perfect match. As soon as Levi could get them out, he and Mason were going to make an awesome team. Levi was a little surprised that his family hadn’t found him yet and it concerned him. He knew that Axel and the others would have realized something was wrong by now. So where were they? Had they been attacked as well?

His throat burned as the final muscles stitched themselves back together.

He and Mason were alone in the room together for the first time since Levi had woken. Wherever they were wasn’t any place that Levi recognized. Some kind of old cabin or building. The place was currently quiet and still.

Forcing his eyes open, Levi couldn’t hold back a groan. It hurt to shove the remainder of what needed to be healed down. He was patched up enough to try to get him and Mason out of this situation.

Mason gasped beside him. “Levi?”

Finally, Levi’s body was starting to respond. He grunted when he tried to talk.

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