We all watch as Brooke leaves the room. Tears are in my eyes. My best friend. My cousin. My sister just told us she tried to kill herself while we were down here talking about how we should go talk to her and see how she was doing.

But Rose told us not to and we all decided to listen to her dumbass. I am glad that Mason checked up on her because I would hate to have heard the gunshot ring through the house that would have led us to her body. I would have been heartbroken and the pain of losing her would be unbearable.

She may have not told us that she was the heir to her fathers empire and that she is feared in our world but it would have been nice to have known.

I wipe the tear that snuck out of my eye. I look at Mason and he is still staring at the door that Brooke exited. I know that they both like each other and I am personally shipping them. I hope that he can heal her because since she has been back in my life I have seen a light that used to be in her eyes dimmed to nothing.

I honestly miss the Brooke that used to make jokes and ask me how I was doing. Now she is more cold hearted but I understand. I can't judge her because I have no idea what she has been through.

In the past 24 hours, I have seen her kill men and women with out a flicker of remorse. I have seen her relieving memories after her father said that devil's name. I want to know what she went through I want to be their for her but she needs time to process what she has been through because I know that she hasn't.

"I will be back in a few hours," Mason says before leaving the same way Brooke left.

I hope that today is the start of her healing from the past and I hope that Mason is by her side so she can share her feelings with him.

I take the final sip of my coffee and watch as my uncle comforts Celine. I go to the big glass windows and stare out at the rainy day. I want to laugh at how depressing it looks while my friend tried to take her life today.

I stare at the rain dribbling down the windows. I watch as it drips down to the ground at the base of the window but then I catch Mason sitting down next Brooke at the stairs outside.

They talk but I can not hear what they are saying. A light smile plays at my lips when I watch Mason hold out his hand for Brooke. She histantly takes it and he pulls her up. They go to the door where the massive garage is and walks out of my line of sight.

I breathe a sigh of relief that I did not know I was holding. Brooke will heal and I know during her healing process she will have someone by her side. Someone who she trusts and hopefully starts a relationship with.

I stare out the window for a while until I get tired and head to the room Celine provided for me while we are on lock down.

I go to my bag and get my notebook and pen out. After years of trying to narrow down what I would like to be after high school. I finally decided I want to be a theropsit. I want to help people get through the bad part of their lives and hopefully make their life more enjoyable.

I smile down at the words I have circled and I know that my parents will support what I have chosen. They love me with all their heart and I couldn't ask for better parents who raised me to be the caring woman I am now.

My brother has followed my father in the life of the mafia but that kind of world is not for me. I do not get how Brooke can live like that but I know that she likes this life as much as she likes to shop and drink.

I hope that one day we are in a good place in our lives. I hope that Brooke and Mason fall madly in love and be happy for the rest of their lives.

I lay on my back on the creme-colored comforter and smile a hopeful smile.

I look at myself in the mirror. I push my boobs up in the deep red strapless bra and I adjust the matching garter. I wrap the silk black robe around my body before I go out to my room.

My room is basically all black with the occasional deep red decoration. I unwrap the robe and place it on the black chair in the corner of the room. I climb onto the bed and until I am in the middle of it.

I lean against the black headboard and spread my legs. I trail my fingers down my body until one hand reaches my clit. I rub my pointer finger up and down the middle of my cure. I let out a moan.

I then slip my fingers under the little fabric covering my clit and slip a finger into myself. I moan and my back arches off the bed.

I begin to move my pointer finger around and then stick my middle finger and do the same motions. I put my fist over my mouth while moving my fingers in and out. I begin to ride my fingers and while they move faster and faster.

I groan in pure lust as my legs begin to shake and my clit clenches around my fingers. My release comes quickly after that. I moan and ride my high out until I am laying on my bed licking my juices off my fingers.

I stare at the black ceiling above my bed. My mind travels to the incident that happened not even an hour ago. My best friend. The only one who has managed to enter my black heart and stay there.

Brooke has been in my life since the day we met in kindergarten. She has been through all the shit I have been through but mine will never match all the shit she has gone through.

I will never forget the day she told me that Declan hit her and did other things I do not like to think about. But I know that the things she has told me are not even half of the things she went through. I want her to tell me but I know she will never tell anyone unless she is done heeling from what the bastard did.

I want to kill him for hurting my best friend and for him killing my fiance. The love of my life the man who stole my cracked fucked heart. Declan did not even know that he killed him since they were on a mission and my love ended up taking a bullet for him.

He took a bullet for that bastard knowing I was pregnant with our child. I was three months pregnant with our son. My miracle.

When I was 10 I found out it was impossible for me to have children, which at the time I was fine with since I hated my sisters who were 11, 8, 4, and 1 at the time. I never ever wanted to have a child but at 15 and I found out I was pregnant I was so fucking happy.

Then my love died. Matías Luis Diaz died. I was so heartbroken that I lost the child and was told I would probably never have another child.

My Matías died saving his brother and his own flesh and blood said he deserved it after fucking a useless whore.

I hate him with every fiber of my being but I know I can not be the one to kill him. Brooke deserves to kill him even though she probably won't because of her traumatic past with him.

I snap myself out of my thoughts when I hear the garage door opening from below. I thought we were in lock down?

Who the fuck is leaving?

Whoever you are please take me with you...

"Do you think Brooke will be okay?" Riley asks me with concern in her eyes evident.

I look at the beautiful girl in front of me. Her hair is up in a high ponytail with a few strands framing her enchanting face. She has light makeup on that makes her sky blue eyes stand out. She is wearing a pink crop top that says 'Badbitch' and she is wearing a pair of my white gymshorts.

"Baby, I think that Brooke will be just fine but you are distracting me," I say with a smile.

"What do you mean I am distracting you?" she asks confusedly.

"I mean you are looking so damm beautiful," I say walking around the counter and pulling her off the barstool and into my arms.

She giggles before hitting my arm gently. "What if someone walks in?" she asks.

"Then so be it, I only want to hold my girlfriend," I say with a smile.

"Girlfriend?" she squekes like a mouse.

"I mean I think you're going to be the only girl I will have in my life," I chuckled.

She blushes before her eyes widen. "Wait but what if you find someone else you like better than me? Or what if I mess up and you think I am a bad person. What if you think I am ugly in a few years. What if I-" I stop her babbling with a gentle kiss on her lips.

"Baby, you have me wrapped around your finger from the first time we kissed at the annual banquet two months ago," I tell her.

"R-really?" she asks with wide eyes.

"Yes, why would I lie?" I ask her.

"I-I don't know," she says with a shrug.

"Well, I want to go to my room and watch Moana," I say and begin to walk out of the kitchen.

"Hey," she yells from behind me but I ignore her until she jumps on me.

Thankfully I do not fall over. She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I begin to walk towards my room with my girl on my back.

I think that this is how I want to spend the rest of my life with my girl by my side nothing can go wrong.

I lean back into my chair and watch the stripper eyeing me. I take a sip of the scotch and feel the burn down my throat which fuels my cock to expand while watching the stripper take off her bra.

After Brooke's announcement about almost killing herself, eyeroll. I could be doing a million things then listen to Brooke talk about her pathetic life. I know harse but how am I supposed to trust a bitch who just lied to us about her identy.

I am the second command to Mason so I have a lot of responsibility to make sure we do not get into a hole where our empire crumbles.

Do not get me wrong I feel terrible for feeling this way. I want to trust Brooke but how can I when I do not know her and she has not given me a reason to trust her. I shake my head to get my thoughts to turn back to the beauty in front of me.

"Baby come here," I wave my finger in a come hither motion and she licks her lips before swaying her hips while walking towards my sitting position.

Once she gets close I grab her hips and pull her down to straddle me. I run my nose down her collarbone until my mouth comes incontent to her breast. I suck it into my mouth and move my tung around her nipple. She moans and runs her fingers through my hair. My cock doubles in size when she pulls my hair gently.

I continue my attack on her left breast before moving to her right. I suck and lick until she is a moaning mess.

I grab a fistful of her curly hair and kiss her in a dominating kiss. I bite down on her lip. I pull back and look at her. Her eyes are a dark brown filled with lust and hunger. I look at her up and down. Her dark brown skin and pink lush lips make me want her more than I already do.

Just as I am about to slide her thong down her legs my phone rings.

"Shit," I groan before digging the stupid phone out of my suit pocket. I see it is Mason. I answer him because I know that he will give me an ear load if I do not pick up.

"Cock blocker," I tell him watching as the black beauty start unbotoning my shirt.

"Sorry, but I am taking Brooke out of the house so your the boss until I get back," he says and I have to fight back moan as this girl takes my cock out of my pants and boxers.

"Sorry, I am not at the house I am at the stripper bar," I tell him.

"Well then get back home before someone finds that you left the house," he warns me.

"I will after this fuck," I tell him but before he can respond I hang up.

"I think it is time for this to stop," I tell her before rolling her over until she is on her back and I am hovering over her.

Before she can respond I sink into her and she moans my name.