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death if you tell me?”
“That would be a yes,” Carl laughed.
“I’m not going to press you,” Mason vowed. “I’m just happy she’s not lying in a ditch somewhere.”
“Mik’s fine, stubborn as fuck, but just fine.” Carl assured him.
“Thanks,” Mason said, as he took a much needed deep breath. “Like I said ten times before, if you see her tell her to call me.”
“I did and I will,” Carl said. “Don’t give up on her; she’ll come to her senses sooner or later.”
“I have no intention of giving up,” Mason announced. “I’ll talk to you soon.”
The line went silent. Carl took his cell from his hip pocket and sent a text before resuming cleanup.
You can be such a bitch, the man’s worried out of his head. I’m going to tell him where you are if he asks again. C.
If you value your life you’ll quit fucking with me douchebag! M.
***
Clean up was well under way when Mason arrived at Pulse. A dumpster at the curb was near to full with burnt wood and rubble. Scorched furniture and drywall from the apartment and water logged sofas that were once beautiful and inviting, were now a reminder of what was. Workmen carried 2x4’s and new drywall past him as the place hummed with noise. Hammers, electric saws and drills resonated through the building. As Mason stepped inside, he was handed a bright yellow hardhat and pushed aside, while workers scrambled up the stairs to the club entrance.
Chase was going over drawings with the site foreman Scott, and Mikalas at the bar in the dance club area. Mikala had a smile on her face and nodded her head in agreement about something Chase was pointing out. It was good to see her happy, he hadn’t seen but a few fleeting smiles on her face since his return. He caught only the tail end of the conversation between Chase and Scott, but by the enthusiastic hand shake he surmised it to be a good thing.
“So you’re okay with this, Mik?” Chase asked. “It’s your place. I don’t want to be stepping on any toes here.”
“Hell yeah, are you kidding?” Mikala shoulder butted Chase. “If you’re sure you want to spend that kind of money I’m not going to say no.”
Chase held out a hand and they shook like a major negotiation had just gone down and the smile on Mikala’s face was cemented on.
“You and Scott go on ahead and we’ll meet you up there,” Chase said, turning to Mason as the pair donned their hardhats and walked out of site with the plans in hand.
Mason raised his brows in silent question.
“Are you going to tell me what went down the other night?” Chase asked.
Mason shrugged his shoulders and poured coffee into a Styrofoam cup from a machine that had been set up on the bar as a temporary canteen for the workers. He peeked into a box of donuts and assorted muffins disinterested. He added powdered creamer and took a sip. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“The fuck you don’t,” Chase helped himself to a coffee and the lid of a muffin, throwing the bottom back into the box where other abandoned muffin bottoms lay like testament that muffin tops rocked. “Mik came in here with a smile on her face that I haven’t seen in a long, long time. Did you two have sex? Because I’m telling you,”
“Calm your shit, I didn’t fuck Mikala,” Mason blurted out, “she saw the tattoo. Not that it’s any of your fucking business if I did fuck her. She took off some time during the night,” he said, sadly, “so that smile has absolutely nothing to do with me.”
“I didn’t realize. I’m sorry…it’s probably not my place to say, but if you aren’t in it for the long haul get out now, she’s been through enough. You both have.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Mason announced, as he stepped closer, distracting Chase with the blueprints. “So what’s the plan?” He nodded toward the stairs where Mikala and Scott had disappeared, his aim to change the subject.
Chase stared closely at his friend
“That would be a yes,” Carl laughed.
“I’m not going to press you,” Mason vowed. “I’m just happy she’s not lying in a ditch somewhere.”
“Mik’s fine, stubborn as fuck, but just fine.” Carl assured him.
“Thanks,” Mason said, as he took a much needed deep breath. “Like I said ten times before, if you see her tell her to call me.”
“I did and I will,” Carl said. “Don’t give up on her; she’ll come to her senses sooner or later.”
“I have no intention of giving up,” Mason announced. “I’ll talk to you soon.”
The line went silent. Carl took his cell from his hip pocket and sent a text before resuming cleanup.
You can be such a bitch, the man’s worried out of his head. I’m going to tell him where you are if he asks again. C.
If you value your life you’ll quit fucking with me douchebag! M.
***
Clean up was well under way when Mason arrived at Pulse. A dumpster at the curb was near to full with burnt wood and rubble. Scorched furniture and drywall from the apartment and water logged sofas that were once beautiful and inviting, were now a reminder of what was. Workmen carried 2x4’s and new drywall past him as the place hummed with noise. Hammers, electric saws and drills resonated through the building. As Mason stepped inside, he was handed a bright yellow hardhat and pushed aside, while workers scrambled up the stairs to the club entrance.
Chase was going over drawings with the site foreman Scott, and Mikalas at the bar in the dance club area. Mikala had a smile on her face and nodded her head in agreement about something Chase was pointing out. It was good to see her happy, he hadn’t seen but a few fleeting smiles on her face since his return. He caught only the tail end of the conversation between Chase and Scott, but by the enthusiastic hand shake he surmised it to be a good thing.
“So you’re okay with this, Mik?” Chase asked. “It’s your place. I don’t want to be stepping on any toes here.”
“Hell yeah, are you kidding?” Mikala shoulder butted Chase. “If you’re sure you want to spend that kind of money I’m not going to say no.”
Chase held out a hand and they shook like a major negotiation had just gone down and the smile on Mikala’s face was cemented on.
“You and Scott go on ahead and we’ll meet you up there,” Chase said, turning to Mason as the pair donned their hardhats and walked out of site with the plans in hand.
Mason raised his brows in silent question.
“Are you going to tell me what went down the other night?” Chase asked.
Mason shrugged his shoulders and poured coffee into a Styrofoam cup from a machine that had been set up on the bar as a temporary canteen for the workers. He peeked into a box of donuts and assorted muffins disinterested. He added powdered creamer and took a sip. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“The fuck you don’t,” Chase helped himself to a coffee and the lid of a muffin, throwing the bottom back into the box where other abandoned muffin bottoms lay like testament that muffin tops rocked. “Mik came in here with a smile on her face that I haven’t seen in a long, long time. Did you two have sex? Because I’m telling you,”
“Calm your shit, I didn’t fuck Mikala,” Mason blurted out, “she saw the tattoo. Not that it’s any of your fucking business if I did fuck her. She took off some time during the night,” he said, sadly, “so that smile has absolutely nothing to do with me.”
“I didn’t realize. I’m sorry…it’s probably not my place to say, but if you aren’t in it for the long haul get out now, she’s been through enough. You both have.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Mason announced, as he stepped closer, distracting Chase with the blueprints. “So what’s the plan?” He nodded toward the stairs where Mikala and Scott had disappeared, his aim to change the subject.
Chase stared closely at his friend
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