convince her parents and the police there was a lot more to her sister's story. No one listened. All they heard was the guilt of a selfish teenager who refused to sneak out of the house and go pick her up. If only she had. Both their lives could have been completely different.
Rebecca dropped her head in her hands. No amount of therapy or time eased the guilt. The only thing she had left was the journal. She picked up the tattered notebook from the lock box she kept it in and flipped slowly through the pages. It started out innocent enough because the first fifty pages or so were from her high school days, but it had grown darker quickly. Right before her sister started college, she met an older man who not only took her virginity, he became her Master.
In her journal, she never called him anything other than Master, leaving his true identity hidden.
Rebecca replaced the book back in the box and all the pictures from her board. She continued to dig into her sister's life, but something more awakened inside her and she didn't know what to do with it.
She couldn't stop thinking about the many scenes she watched in Purgatory. Even worse, she began to ache to be the submissive involved. Except every time she imagined it, she always saw his face. That damned Mason Sinclair. Elegant. Gorgeous. Seductive.
Dangerous.
But Mason had an alibi for the night her sister died. After hiring one of her genius college buddies to hack into his banking and business records, she discovered he was out of town on a business trip. Levi wasn’t anywhere near the state, off serving in the Marine Corps. So that left Tucker and Gabe as her prime suspects. More importantly, which one of them had become Cyndi's Master after the original one sold her at a Purgatory auction.
It wasn't long after her sister's death that Tucker withdrew from his life and practically became a recluse, turning over all of his business dealings to Mason. She looked at the picture of Tucker and his now fiancée Maggie lying at the top of her box. The man may be in love now, but that didn't absolve him of any crimes in his past. If it came down to it and he was guilty, she would take him down.
A knock at her apartment door ripped Rebecca from her musings.
Shit.
She lost track of time and now her ride was here. She quickly locked the journal and evidence away, then dropped a few more pieces of clothing into her bag and stepped from the closet. Patience.
It was important to remember how much she needed to finish this. If spending a few days getting to know Mason got her closer to answers, she'd take the time. She had no intention of backing out now.
Chapter Four
Mason got up from his home office recliner and removed the bandage from his arm. What a shit day. Ever since being diagnosed with hemochromatosis in college, blood removal to reduce the iron in his body was a regular thing. Sometimes the sessions left him weak for several hours. Sometimes for a couple of days, which annoyed him. He rarely had time for weakness, especially not on the day his new submissive was scheduled to move in.
Fortunately, his doctor was willing to come when he called, day or night, so he had most of the day to recover. Now the treatment was out of the way and he wouldn’t have to do it again until well after his contract with Rebecca expired. He was ready for the day to get much better.
He checked the time on his cell phone and frowned. She was late. Not a good way to start their arrangement. He sent a driver to her apartment, giving him plenty of time to return her by now. She needed to learn quickly that he didn't tolerate delays.
There was so much he still didn't know about her. While he wanted to know more eventually, he liked the idea that right now she agreed to his contract with both of them knowing little about each other. It gave them the opportunity to discover together, in a controlled relationship without a lot of preconceived notions.
Sure,