Flag On The Play

By Lolah Lace

This is book five in the BALLS TO THE WALLS Erotica Series. It is a BWWM interracial erotic romance.

Mason warned Kari but she didn’t take his threat at face value. After Mason throws a monkey wrench in Kari’s special day, she is forced to deal with her crazy ex-lover. There has been a round of never-ending obstacles in their torrid love affair. Can Mason convince Kari that he is the only man for her? Or will his extreme measures be the end of them once and for all?

This eBook is for mature readers only. It contains adult language and strong sexual content.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lolah Lace
• Release date: Mar 3, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310586460

Lolah Lace

Lolah Lace is a best selling author of Erotic Romantic Fiction in various sub genres. She currently resides in the Chicagoland area. She started her writing career as a teleplay and screenplay writer before switching gears and tackling a novel. She spends most of her spare time reading and watching ridiculous amounts of TV. She is passionate about writing and has a wealth of unfinished books she plans to finish. Although she has been writing for years, Let's Play Ball is her first erotic interracial romance book. She decided to make it into a series of seven books called Balls To The Walls Erotica Series. Lolah Lace is currently hard at work writing the sequel to La Femme Selita and the highly anticipated The Truth Behind The Lies Book 2. For the latest news, freebies and exclusive offers sign up to her newsletter at http://eepurl.com/bsmAGf

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FLAG ON THE PLAY

By

Lolah Lace

BALLS TO THE WALLS

(BOOK FIVE)

Published by Lolah Lace

Copyright © 2014 by Lolah Lace

http://www.lolahlace.com

Cover Design by LLPro

Edited by

Camille Crawford

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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. Your support helped me through, thanks for that.

Acknowledgments

I would like to send a special shout out to the 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 work. 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