Mason’s P.O.V.She is a Badass.
That was the first statement that came to my mind when I was done watching the whole video. It was quite too long and I’m not going to deny the fact that I fast-forwarded it at some places, but I did see all the important parts.
She was ruthless, more than I’ve ever been; she SLICED his balls off and attached Leeches to his open wound. Damn, that was epic; I haven’t heard of such a punishment, let alone seen one before this. Her assault didn’t stop there, after attaching the leeches she left the cell for a few minutes and when she returned; she had a small girl with her, who I later understood was the one he raped. She made her light him up on fire, like literally BOOM; she burned him ALIVE.
The part when she was slicing the guy’s balls off, I visibly winced; I couldn’t help it. It was like I could feel the pain, as I covered my crotch region with my hand while watching it; I saw Matt smirk at me while Ryan was laughing at my misery as he mumbled, “so much for being ruthless”. When his words hit my eardrums, I glared at him and replied with, “Ruthless, Heartless, whatever it may be; if a guy has balls he is going to feel that one, irrespective of his position. So stop being a dick or I’ll make sure that the next thing that Bella chops off is your head.”
“She is my sister dickhead” he said while snickering, of course I knew that she wouldn’t do it even if it was worth his life, but he didn’t need to know that now, did he? So I replied in a much sarcastic way, “But I’m her mate. Don’t forget she preferred being with me when everyone knows that she won’t even spare a glance at you’ll during her miserable times” I know it was a cheap shot and it was wrong of me to behave like at arrogant prick about it, but a little bit of fun doesn’t harm anyone.
“Prick” I hear Ryan say as he fills his mouth with some fries. Matt looks at me with a weird, kind of revolted expression, before he can voice his opinion, I quickly say, “Just kidding man. I didn’t mean it that way”, he shakes his head and continues eating his burger as I do the same.
We all are busy eating, surrounded by only the voices of our chewing and some noise from the people around us as they speak; when I ask, “How is the girl?” referring to the eight year old kid. Matt looks at me and says, “She is fine, better than we thought; she is one strong young lady.” I nod at his answer and ask again, “How many people has she interrogated till date?”
“73, including the one she interrogated yesterday” he says.
“Are all of them dead?” I ask again.
“Yes”
There is a long pause as I think about the people I killed; I obviously have killed more than she has, but I am the kind of person who gives quick death, just a snapping their necks off and game over; unlike her who enjoys their screams, shreds them apart, makes them regret their doing, maybe even ask for mercy and then when she is satisfied, ends her game with death.
I’m engrossed in my own thoughts, when Ryan speaks, “I hope you’re not having double thoughts about Bella” I am a little baffled after hearing his words, Why would he think that? I focus my attention towards him, looking him in the eye I say, “Of course not. I’m just thinking that she is still far away from the number of people I killed and yet she thinks she is the monster.”
Matt shrugs at my words and says, “That’s the count of people she killed inside the cell.”
“What does that mean?” I ask.
Ryan cuts me off by a question of his own, “How many people have you killed? And by how many, I mean from the age of eighteen until now?”
“You mean in the past three years?” I ask again.
He nods to answer as a yes, when I add, “I don’t know the exact count, but maybe somewhere around a hundred and eighty seven or eighty nine. Why are you asking this?”
“Only?” is his counter question to my earlier words, totally avoiding the question I threw at him.
“What do you mean by only? I’m an Alpha, that too of a pack with whom no one dares to mess with. I don’t go around participating in every small riot, I have warrior for that, capable enough to carry out that work” I don’t even realize when my temper rises and I end up growling, grabbing attention from a couple of people. Matt mumbles, “Calm down Mason, people are looking at us.” I turn around to see a couple sitting diagonal from us, staring at us as well as a man sitting behind me staring at us. Once I cool a little bit down, Matt continues, “And besides, he is just asking you questions in order to answer the ones you asked.”
I take a deep breath to listen to what Ryan has to say, and taking it as his cue he continues, “I get it you’re an Alpha and a hundred and eighty seven is a big ass number for any one, but you only heard what you wanted too and that was she killed 73 people till date, what you didn’t hear was, INSIDE THE CELL.”
I am confused right now, what does he mean by that, of course I heard the word inside the cell earlier and taking everything into consideration, isn’t that supposed to be the total number of people she killed as well? Looking at my confused face, it’s Matt who speaks this time, “She is my Warrior Head Mason. The strongest one in my pack, I shouldn’t say this out loud, but maybe Stronger than me as well.”
Stronger than him?
“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard you say. It’s not possible, only another Alpha can be stronger than an Alpha, neither a Luna nor a Warrior head is supposed to be stronger than the rank of Alpha.” I retort at his stupidity, shrugging at his idiotic self.
“You won’t believe us now, but you will; when you’ll see her fight. She is like a killing machine in the war zone; I don’t need anyone else to win a war because she alone is more than enough. And we, Mason have faced two such wars for our pack whereas a few others for the weaker packs and let me tell you she was present at every single one of them” he says, leaving me astound at his words.
Bella went through wars?
“So how many has she killed, in all?” I ask, bracing myself for the answer. I have a vague idea about what to expect of my mate, but I hope I’m wrong, I don’t want it to be true; the thing I’m thinking about.
Ryan answers my question, a little too proud of his sister’s doings, with just a number, “Two hundred and thirty eight”
“How do you know that number so exactly? Are you like stalking your sister’s killing rate?” I ask, tensing a little, thinking about my sweet baby girl.
He nods at my question and says, “Of course I do. She is awesome in the war fields; even you couldn’t help yourself from being mesmerized by her fighting tactics. The highest kill she had in a single war is sixty one, all by herself.”
Fuck, that’s like six people more than my highest kill.
My smile falls as I think about my assumptions being right; I never wanted anything to be as wrong as I wanted my own thoughts to be right now. But I think the stars weren’t in my favor as after hearing and seeing everything, my thoughts lead to only one conclusion. I didn’t realize I said it out loud, until I heard Ryan gasp; those words being,
“She is the female version of ME.”
After this, everything was pretty much a blur; we finished eating and made our way home. I wasn’t having doubts about Bella, she ws still perfect in my eyes.
Strong. Beautiful. Dangerous. Pure.
The thing I was worried about was her sanity. I know I’m fucked up in my mind and that is the reason I kill without any remorse, I don’t care about anything when I lose my shit; but imagining Bella in that position kind of scares me a little.
Scares me a lot.
As I’m parking my car in the garage, I remember that I had to text her; because she might be waiting for it. I take my phone out and start typing making my way inside the house, when I’m stopped by my mother’s voice.
“Thank the Goddess. Where were you Mason?” says Mom, while making her way towards me from the kitchen. I am still at the main door, when I see her coming near me as she grabs my face in her palms, moving them over my face and then my arm to check for any injuries, as I say, “I..” I stop thinking about what to tell my mom about, because most definitely I was not going to tell her about the argument or misunderstanding that happened between me and Bella. I am thinking about what to say, when Rachel comes down the stairs running towards me and asks, “Please tell me that she forgave you?”
I glare at her as I know my plan to not tell my mom about the incident was tarnished, all because my sister is being her usual stupid self. Her statement does not go unheard by our mom as she turns her attention towards Rach and asks, “Who forgave? What did he do? To Whom? Will you both tell me?”
“Mom just take a deep breath and calm down. It was nothing” I say to try and divert mom’s attention, when Rach pipes in again, “Nothing. How can you call it nothing? You can be such an ass sometimes” she glares at me as if she is disgusted by my presence and then turns towards mom and continues, “Mom, Bella asked him to have breakfast with her and Mason being the ass that he is, went with her and flirted with a waitress; right in front of her, pissing Bella off. One of my classmates was there and he said, the waitress was throwing herself at him and he was allowing her. She had her tits in his face mom and your son sat there enjoying it, ignoring his mate who was sitting right in front of him.”
Who the hell back bitched to her, whoever it was did a horrible job as he notched and spiced up the story according to his preference; I’m going to kill him when I find who it was. I am busy murdering the unknown person in my head, when I feel someone twisting my ear too harshly. I look at my mother as my face contorts due to the pain; she still keeps on twisting it as she shouts at me, “I raised you better than this, Mason Alexander King.” Oh man, she called me by my full name, which is when I know.
I’m in so much trouble.