The One Who Escaped Death

I wasn't going to call him back. Not yet I failed his mission. He was not going to be pleased with me.

I drew in a sharp breathe before I ran my hands on my face.

I touched my pockets and I realised I forgot my knives. I couldn't let him have it. He could use it against me.

I rushed back inside and barged into his room. He looked at me like I was crazy. I grabbed his neck and pressed him down.

"What the fuck do you want with me," He said already out of breathe.

"Where are my fucking knives?" I asked as I choked him. His face was horrified. Mason probably wandered how i grew from a timid and naive wife to a vicious vixen. He caused it upon me. It was his fault he had better deal with it.

Mason pointed to something behind and I turned to see it on the table. I grabbed it and counted it with my eyes. One of them was missing. He was fucking with me.

Mason shifted uncomfortably on the bed as I tore him another glance. My hands clenched in a fist. I was ready to attack him if he tried the