Mason POV
I am drained to my core when I finally get home. Ordering my men was not enough for me. I went to the bank, watched the surveillance video and followed their trail myself. I even went so far as to Google 170976 but all I learned was that many products have that code. From shoes to a PC board.
“Mason,” Mother exclaims, walking towards me. “What the hell is going on?”
“I don’t know,” I sigh, pushing my fingers through my hair. “I’m trying to figure it out.”
“Well, I would appreciate it if you don’t turn our home into a packhouse,” she huffs. “Having Erica here is an honour, but the rest are a nuisance.”
“Mom, what are you talking about?” I frown. “What others?”
“Those goons Carina dragged in here,” she complains. “Uneducated riff-raff. Just like her.”
“Insulting my wife and
