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  FLAG ON THE PLAY

  By

  Lolah Lace

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  Published by Lolah Lace

  Copyright © 2014 by Lolah Lace

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons living or dead are entirely coincidental.

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  WARNING

  This novel is considered romantic fiction with erotic elements or erotica. This is for mature audiences only. This book contains adult profane language, mild violence and strong sexual content.

  Dedications

  This book is dedicated to fans of my work. You guys are very loyal and true, thank you for your constant unwavering support. 2013 was a very hard year for me and your support helped me through, thanks for that.

  Acknowledgments

  I would like to send a special shout out to the Goodreads, Amazon and Kindle readers that gave me reviews for Bases Loaded book four of the Balls To the Walls Erotica Series Books. Thank you so very very much for your honest reviews. Good reviewers make writers better.

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  Ruse – An action or device intended to mislead or confuse.

  Webster’s Dictionary

  When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.

  Maya Angelou

  I came back to let you know. Got a thing for you and I can’t let go.

  Bobby Caldwell

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  PROLOGUE

  When you fall into darkness, can you make it to the light? I have earned my injurious title. I am a certified crazy man, mentally unstable. Mafia Mason has returned for the sequel. I drugged and abducted my Kari, sort of. I’m holding her against her will. I worship her. Yeah sure, I ruined her wedding day. I don’t really give a damn. She completely ruined my life. No that’s a lie. The day she smiled at me was the day my life made a turn for the better. April 20th will forever be etched in my brain. That’s the day that she reached into my chest and grabbed my heart, clogged my aorta. She owns it, my heart. It’s hers rather so wants it or not. Only an idiot would let his one and only true love marry another man. I may be crazy but I’m not a fucking idiot. I threw a flag down to stop the play. I adore this woman. I love my Kari. That is my rationale. That is my reasoning. That is my explanation. That is my justification. I did all this because I really truly love her. Being without her is not an option. It’s not in my DNA. That is all I have to say about it. Fuck it! It’s done.

  CHAPTER 1

  KARI

  Mason was standing over me with a gravest solemn haze in his eyes. He was looking down on me, my fear and my burgeoning realization. My mouth fell open but I didn’t have any words. All I had is confusion, anxiety, rage and a panic that would soon put me in cardiac arrest. In his eyes I saw the truth, this is real. I am awake. I am here. I have missed my own wedding. I have been kidnapped.

  “Please Kari, sweetheart, don’t be mad at me. I just couldn’t let you get married.”

  Here I am, but where the hell am I?

  “Get the fuck away from me!” My voice was so clear and powerful, it frightened me. Mason slowly backed away. He had the audacity to look like I hurt his feelings. He shuffled to the far end of the room and stopped when his back hit the bare wall. He crossed his arms over his chest and regarded me in his masonic way.

  I sat up in bed to take in my eerie surroundings. Where am I? Suddenly I felt the steel hardware. I was handcuffed. What the fuck? I looked down at my wrist. One of my wrists, my right wrist was handcuffed to the headboard of the bed.

  I was no longer scared. I was pissed beyond what the ultimate level of pissed should ever be. It was a good thing I was handcuffed to this goddamn bed because I would die trying to beat this muscle bound muthafucka’s ass if I were free.

  I was shaking my head and staring down at my cuffed waist. I truly couldn’t believe this. I was straight up dumbfounded. I’m too old for this monkey ball ass shit. Crazy exes don’t exist when you get to be over thirty years old. That’s the rules, right?

  Mr. Mason took it up a notch, shit, three-four notches. This was just to Joe Carroll cult crazy. I’m not a fucking follower. Where the fuck is Kevin Bacon to save my ass?

  “Kari.” Mason barely spoke my name. His voice was a faint whisper, a careless whisper. He was bold enough to take me but now he’s rocking this timid little boy persona.

  I glared across the room at this sick crazy man. I gave him my straight Medusa eyes. Turn to stone! Turn to stone! Turn to fuckin’ stone! I couldn’t even cuss his ass out. I was too thrown off. Damn, I mean really. We are both too old for this extra bullshit.

  “Please say something.” His eyes were begging for a response from me. I ain’t got shit to say. Helloooooooo! This muthafuckin’ handcuff says it all.

  I cut my eyes at him.

  “Kari please talk to me.” And say what? Thanks for luring me away from my friends and family.

  “Mason, what’s this?”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Clearly.” A sorry ass muthafucka.

  “I want to explain.”

  “There’s a sensible explanation for this?” I raised my handcuffed wrist. “Seriously.”

  “Yes, no, it makes sense in my head.”

  Which head are we talking about? “So what’s your plan, to kill me?”

  “Yeah, that’s my plan, to kill the woman I love.” He sarcastically replied like I was the deranged psycho in this room. Like I was the cuckoo nutcase that had my ex handcuffed to a bed.

  “Excuse me, if I don’t know what kidnappers do with their hostages.”

  “I didn’t kidnap you.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I tricked you. There’s a big difference.”

  “Huh, so what now? Are you going to ask for a ransom?” I rolled my eyes because I didn’t have anything else I could do. I couldn’t slap the taste out his mouth. I couldn’t scratch his eyeballs out. He was too far away.

  “I don’t know what I’m going to do. I didn’t think this all the way through. I only thought about my love for you.”

  “Love?”

  “Yes love.”

  “When did love amount to obsession, possession and detainment?”

  Mason shook his head like he couldn’t believe what I was saying. “Love.”

  “Boo hoo. Seriously you don’t lock up the people that you love.”

  “Kari please, I didn’t have any other options.”

  “Please my ass, options my ass. So what, I’m a prisoner?”

  “Yes, you’re my prisoner.” He smirked and rested his hands on his waist.

  “Mason, honey listen, I have a family. I have a son.”

  “I know that Kari, you don’t have to tell me that.”

  “Apparently I do.” I glanced down at the handcuff. “My people are going to miss me. My son is going to miss me. I vanished into thin air.”

  “You haven’t even been gone for twenty-four hours and you’re going to guilt me into what, letting you go?”

  “Whatever it takes.”

  “It’s not going to w
ork. You should get comfortable here.”

  “Are you on crack? Get comfortable?”

  “No sweetheart I’m not on any drugs, street or pharmaceutical. I’m the warden and you’re my inmate.”

  Is he serious? I think he is. “Well then why?”

  “Why do you think?”

  “I don’t know why. If I knew why I wouldn’t be asking, answer the fuckin’ question.”

  “Ah—”

  I didn’t give him a chance to answer. “You have been lying to me all these months, pretending to be my friend.”

  “I was deceiving you yes, but I value our friendship.”

  “No you don’t. There’s no way possible. You have taken away my free will.”

  “Free will is overrated.” He shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck with his palm.

  “This is not a joke. What do you want? What do you think you’re going to accomplish here?”

  “I hope, I believe I can convince you that I am the better man.”

  “That’s impossible. You have convinced me that you are the crazy psychotic man.”

  “Okay fine. You left me and I cannot tolerate rejection. I told you that you could never leave me and you did it anyway.”

  “I can do that. That is my right.”

  “No you can’t. You are mine. I made that clear to you on more than one occasion.”

  “Do you hear yourself? I don’t belong to you. I belong to me. You can’t own people it’s against the law. We’ve had this tedious conversation so many times before. I’m not a car. You can’t own me. I’m not your slave.”

  “Why not?”

  Was he really serious? I sound like a broken record. He sure looks serious. “Mason, you sound crazy. I’m not sure you’re not going to kill me.”

  He pressed his lips. “I’m not going to kill you.”

  “I can’t trust your words.”

  “That you can trust, I would never kill you. I may hurt you, but kill…never.”

  My body trembled a little under the weight of his watchful eye. What does he mean by hurt?

  “What do you want from me?”

  “You, your heart, your love, your body.”

  I rolled my eyes to the ceiling. “You can’t have me.”

  “You are mine. Look around sweetheart. I have you.”

  “I belong to someone else.”

  “Jackass Unger, what a joke. Jack is not me. I am the only man you will ever love. Jack is a distraction from me.”

  Cocky bastard. Two can play this game. “Do you want pussy?”

  “What?” It worked. I caught him off guard. He didn’t expect that. Mason paused for a long second.

  “Do you want to have sex with me?” I asked again. He heard me the first time. Don’t play.

  “Kari, I haven’t had sex in six or seven months. You are the last person I slept with.”

  “Wonderful.” That single word of sarcasm slipped out my mouth.

  “While you were bouncing up and down on Malibu Ken’s cock I was celibate. So sex is not relevant to me right now. If you are thinking about seducing me to get free or gain sympathy, forget it. It won’t work.”

  Well damn. “I don’t want to seduce you.” I didn’t. I wanted to get out of the handcuff. “I want you to realize what you’ve done and be man enough to let me go.”

  “I’m not letting you go.”

  “Well we have nothing else to discuss.” I stared into his cold eyes and he glided over to me. He was stepping with confidence and that shook my heart into beating faster. Mason climbed onto the bed and he straddled me with his body. He was hovering over me and I was terrified. Did I say something that would send him into a rage? I was trying to hide my fear but I wasn’t sure if he could see through my pitiful act.

  This little staring contest was piercing my core. His clear blue eyes had me shook. I decided to say something to camouflage the loud drum of my heart thumping.

  “Mason.”

  “Kari.”

  “If you love me you would let me go.”

  “I love you. That’s exactly why I can’t let you go.” I couldn’t get any other words together. He was too close, staring at me, down on me, in my face, close enough to kiss.

  I pushed my head back into the pillow. I just laid there. I felt a tear leave the corner of my eye. Mason’s tongue left his mouth and licked my tear before it ran into my hairline. He inhaled the side of my face like a sniffing dog. He slowly moved back to staring at me.

  “You’re afraid of me?” He raised one guarded eyebrow.

  “Yes.”

  “Are you really?” He grinned, sincerely doubting my words.

  “Yes.” I glanced over and up at the handcuff then back at Mason.

  “Are you sure?” He pressed annoyingly.

  What? I said yes. Is he trying to trick me? Why is he asking me this? Now I’m questioning that yes. He’s confusing me. “I’m scared of you.” Crazy fool, anybody with an ounce of sense would be.

  “Are you sure you’re not afraid of us?”

  What does that mean? “What the fuck are you talking about?” I reached up with my free hand and grabbed his cheek. I dug my fingernails into his flawless skin. “I don’t have time for riddles.”

  Mason slowly closed his eyes. “Don’t do it Kari.” He opened his eyes to threaten me with his pained blue orbs.

  “Let me go or I will peel the skin off your face.” I unclenched my teeth after I realized I was gritting them.

  “You’re going to make me bleed?”

  “I don’t care. Get this fuckin’ handcuff off me right now!” Hatred, confusion and fury filled my lungs. Mason blinked a few times. I had his face locked in my death claw.

  “This is your plan, to make me mad?”

  “I will pull your face apart. Mason don’t play with me.”

  “Please don’t scratch my face. Please don’t pull my face apart.” He rolled his icy eyes. He wasn’t taking me seriously. There was a glint of coolness in his eyes that was intimidating.

  “I will do it.” I tightened my grip. I think I drew blood. My fingernails had found a home imbedded in his smooth peachy skin. His face was turning candy apple red.

  “Okay let’s make a deal.”

  “What?”

  “I will uncuff you and let you go if your hot tasty pussy is dry.”

  Hot tasty. “What?” I ugly frowned. He was really crazy. What the hell is he talking about?

  “Kari, you heard me.”

  “I’m not turned on by you. You disgust me.”

  “Let my face go and we’ll see if your pussy is wet or dry.”

  “Believe me I’m Canada Dry. Swear on your kids’ lives that you’ll let me go.”

  “I swear on my kids’ lives. I will let you go if your pussy is dry.”

  “Fine.” I knew I wasn’t even thinking about sex. I was too damn shocked and scared. I only worried that he would renege on his word. He’s a liar.

  “Kari, let go of my face.” I let his reddened cheek go and placed my hand on my chest. Mason grabbed the waistband of my sweatpants.

  “No, No. I can do it.” I squirmed and reached for my pants.

  “No way.” He pushed my hand away. Mason pulled my sweatpants all the way off. He was too quick.

  “You asshole, you didn’t have to take them all the way off.”

  I was wearing a blue thong. It was the something blue out of the something borrowed something blue wedding tradition. A reminder of this messed up situation I’m in.

  I reached down and covered my crotch with my one free hand.

  “Move your hand.” He grumbled. “We made a deal.”

  Whatever, I was dry. My vagina was on vacation so I prayed he would stop these games and keep his word. Mason grabbed my wrist and twisted it because I didn’t remove my hand.

  “Ughhh!!!” I cried out in pain. My legs lifted and twisted with the forceful twist of my wrist and Mason
was grounded right in-between my legs.

  I felt his hand as he shoved it down the front of my thong. He pierced me with one thick finger and I was too mad to cry. My fists were balled, the one in the handcuff and the one in his hand. He quickly pulled his finger out my pussy and shoved it in my face.

  Oh no! His finger was coated with my wetness. It was all over from the tip and down to his knuckle. Mason smeared my juice on my lips as I tried to turn my lips away. I struggled on the bed but he quickly held me down.

  “You’re wet. I control your pussy. So my darling that is exactly what makes you mine. I can smell your pussy when it’s wet. I can smell your wet pussy through your clothes. Can Jack do that? I am in tune with your entire body. I know you better than any man, that’s inside and out. I’m in your blood. Marrying Jack doesn’t change that. I’m not the crazy one. You are the crazy one. I know that you are made for me, only me. I have to convince you that I was made for you.”

  Huh? Mason backed up and get off the bed. He was gone before I could catch my breath. He left me alone in the room. I heard the door lock behind him. I looked over at the handcuff. I sat up in the bed and noticed a bottle of Fiji water on the bedside table. My stomach was upset. I grabbed the water and took a drink.

  I realized and remembered that I didn’t have any pants on. He must have tossed my sweats somewhere out of reach. Mason hadn’t fixed my thong so my bare hairless pussy was sticking out the side of it. I repositioned my thong to cover my two-timing pussy. I took my hand and quickly covered my crotch. I felt exposed, like I had been put on blast.

  Why does Mason do these things to me? I’ve resorted back to using profanity and it’s all his fault. This is not a game. This is my life.

  I want to go home. I don’t understand why he just didn’t tell me he still had feelings. Why go through all this trouble. Why commit a felony? Can he really smell when I’m wet through my clothes? How did he know I was wet when I didn’t even know? What does he want? Does he mean my love? I gave him all my love before and he always kicked me to the curb with one bullshit excuse after another.

  Mason is crazy. He cannot be trusted. He lies. I’m not sure he won’t kill me. His temper is off the chain. Why did my body betray me? Why was I so wet? Why am I still so wet?