Chapter 330

MASON After we got to his place, King realized he’d forgotten to get butter and broccoli from the store earlier and had to go back, so I took care of putting the potatoes in the oven before grabbing a shower. I’m still drying off when there’s a loud knock at the door. I pull on a clean pair of boxers and head out into the living room. “Did you forget your key, babe?” I call. But when I pull open the door, it’s not King standing in front of me. The entire world freezes, and my knees buckle. I grip the doorframe to stop myself from crumpling into a heap. “Who the hell are you?” His face is twisted in a confused sneer. I would recognize those cruel features anywhere. He’s barely changed in eighteen years. It seems the sick fuck doesn’t recognize me though. All the breath leaves my lungs in a rush. “I’m looking for my son,” he says, looking over my shoulder before his eyes land on me again. Revulsion written all over his face, he looks me up and down. “Who are you?” he asks again. I want t