Chapter 12
TWELVE
MASE
I hate the fact that she’s been gone all day. I hate that she’s gone to school in a short-as-fuck skirt, and more so, I hate that the little prick Travis is the one seeing her in it.
Did she fuck him?
Of course she has; she was in bed with him, half-naked. If only I could have moved on as easily. Did her pussy convulse around him like it did me, holding me deep while I filled her full of my cum.
Anger surges through me as my emotions turn to hatred, and I’m grateful when my phone cuts through my spiraling thoughts.
“Hey, you good?” Owen grunts.
“Yeah,” I lie, dragging a hand down my face, and Owen chuckles knowingly.
I’ve known him since I was a small boy. He knows me just as well as my other best friends and business owners, Tate, Shaw, and Reed.
So he knows when I’m full of shit. My friends have been with me through thick and thin, the good times and the bad, and there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for them, and them me.
They’re the family I never had. “No. I’m not good. The bastard put a clause in the will.”
“What?” he bellows. “Did you speak to Reed yet?”
I pace the lawn of the back garden because there’s no fucking way I’m having conversations in the house. “No. I have other shit to figure out first.”
“Like what?”
A lump forms in my throat, and I contemplate my next words.
Do I tell him about Summer?
Do I admit she’s the girl from Indulgence?
Will he think badly of me?
I decide against it, choosing to keep it vague.
“He left me as a guardian of my stepsister.”
“What?” He chuckles. “I didn’t know you had one.”
“Me neither,” I grunt.
Before he can ask further questions, I change the subject.
“I think he has cameras in the house, and I want them all found and taken down.”
“Cameras?” Disbelief is evident in his tone.
My gut tells me there’s so much more to this, and the familiar heavy lead ball settles in my stomach, rising by the second.
“Yeah. I just want the house secure.” I omit the part about wanting Summer safe, because something doesn’t feel right, or maybe it’s just being back here that’s making me angsty.
“I’ll make contact with some guys in the area and message you back shortly. If there’re cameras in the house, they’ll find them. If that’s the case, I’d also consider some new staff, Mase.”
This won’t go down well with Hugh, but you know what?
Fuck him. He can stay on as my gratitude to his service, but everyone else can leave.
They haven’t done a very good job of securing the property so far, since Summer managed to throw a party and end up in bed with someone while I just walked inside like a stranger off the street.
My fists flex as I consider how much she could’ve been taken advantage of; did that little prick force her into bed?
No, she whored her tight little ass to me. She isn’t a prude, clearly, and now he’s reaping the benefits of me breaking her in. I was used by her, just like Tara used me.
Fury has my vision turning hazy.
“I got you, Brother.” Owen ends the call, and I turn to stare back at the mansion. An ominous feeling creeps up my spine, and a shiver washes over me.
Something tells me I’m not going to like whatever the fuck happens next.