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my past. I don’t want you to get the
wrong impression of me. Also, I haven’t really kept in touch with the people I
knew from there. After Mom died, I had ignored so many people’s calls and just
never returned them.” I turned away to gaze out the window, but Mason gently
took my chin and turned me back to face him.
    “Trust me, Claire. I’m sure your friends will understand why
you broke away. Anyway, I’m not happy about my past either, and mine is
probably much darker than yours. I had a huge head back when I was fighting and
I didn’t give a fuck about what I was doing. You have nothing to worry about.”
    He lifted my hand to his lips and kept his heated gaze on
mine as he kissed my knuckles softly. His hair was gelled in messy blond
spikes, and he looked so unlike himself in a nice white button down shirt and a
pair of dark denim jeans. Mason was the typical T-shirt and holey jeans type of
man with his favorite New York Yankees baseball cap. I liked that about him,
though.
    Mason lowered his gaze to my lips, and then slowly down my
body, sighing. “If there was a way I could keep you out of this I would, especially
with you wearing that sexy ass dress. I’m going to be spending all my time here
fighting to keep the dicks away from you tonight.”
    Bursting out in laughter, I squeezed his hand to reassure
him. “No you won’t. I’ll be by your side all night. I even wore my hair down
for you so it would cover my bare shoulders. I couldn’t exactly go in there
with jeans and a T-shirt on now could I?”
    I put on a strapless red dress that hugged every single
curve just right and stopped a little above mid-thigh. Not to mention I had
five inch red stiletto heels on as well. The heels made me almost the exact
same height as Mason.
    When we pulled up to the club, Mason handed the driver his
money while I stared at the building in front of me. Nothing had changed as far
as appearance; it was still a huge, impressive stone building that was made to
resemble Roman architecture. The massive white, stone columns in front had to
be at least thirty feet tall and were also hand carved. The owner, Jake
Montgomery, who I had gotten to know pretty well, was fascinated with Roman
culture and had made everything inside the club fit the part as well, including
the people who worked there.
    “Was it this crowded last night when you came here?” I asked
curiously as Mason put his arm around my waist. It was always crowded at The
Labyrinth, but it was never this crowded. I guess the business grew
since the last time I was here.
    Mason nodded and answered, “Yeah, but it looks like it’s
more crowded tonight.”
    “Hmm … interesting. I’m curious to know what’s changed since
the last time I was here,” I muttered as we walked toward the crowd.
    From the distance we were at, I couldn’t tell who was
working the door, so I decided to take a chance and find out. I didn’t want to
have to wait in that long line if I didn’t have to. “All right, Mason. We’re
about to piss off a bunch of people, but if Wade or Tyler are working the door
then we’re set. If not, then we’ll have to wait in line and do this the hard
way.”
    As Mason and I strutted past the impatient crowd on the way
to the door, we heard several disgruntled comments and angry words spewed our
way. Mason had a smirk on his face the whole time and it took all I had not to
laugh, but those people looked ravenous. I definitely didn’t want a fight on my
hands just yet.
    Up ahead, the door finally came into view along with the two
mammoth sized men guarding it. Wade wasn’t there, but Tyler was, sporting the
usual tight black Labyrinth T-shirt and platinum blond shoulder length hair.
The nights when Jake made him work inside wearing a toga were very interesting.
The women loved it. Both Wade and Tyler, who were the usual guys who worked the
front, were my closest friends when I lived here. They had asked me out when I
started working at the club,