Page 113 of The Heir

"Nothing, Hendrix.Goddamn, you are such a fucking killjoy. I thought being married to Isobel would calm you down a little because you're finally getting laid on a regular, but nope, still just as uptightof a dick as ever." He snatches his arm away and glares at me with an annoyed expression; however, I couldn't care less about his obvious disdain of me.

Pointing a finger at his face, I glare at him. "Stay the fuck away from her, Mason," I growl at him. "She'sunderage!"

"All I did was look at her! Goddamn, bro. Can you mind your fucking businessfor once?"A muscle ticks in Masons' jaw as he averts his face from me and folds his arms to lean against the wall.

"No," I snarl at him, clenching my fists hard. Out of all the things, this takes the cake for me. Mason's eyes slowly slide back to mine, and I truly debate whether or not I could get away with making a scene at his next words.

"I want her."

I shake my head and pinch the bridge of my nose hard. "Ohhh, Jesus you have really lost your goddamn mind." Taking a deep breath, I pray for my heart rate to slow.

However, the more I look into his eyes, the more I see that determination and rebellious spirit that has caused many a fight between me and him throughout the years. Except this time, there's something different present within his gaze that's all too familiar to me.

"No, Hendrix. You don't understand,I want her."

As we stare each other down, my eyes widen slightly, realizing what he means.

"No!" Shaking my head, I take a threatening step into him."I forbid it!She's too young.Stop thinking with your mother fucking dick! She's not a conquest, Mase. Not one of your back alley whores you pick up at the strip club. That's my wife's sister, and I won't hesitate to fuck you up if you hurt her," I warn.

Mason's eyes narrow. His features tighten and he taps his hand nice and slow against his bicep; his tell that he's made a decision. "She's gottwo years then.Say,what do suppose you call your sister-in-law if she's your brother's wife, as well as your wife'ssister?"

Following his gaze, I see Donna has sat in between Teresa and my mother, and Melody settles in the chair I was occupying. She crosses her long legs, and though she's in a skirt that goes to her knees, the action causes it to ride up showing plenty of thigh. I scoff, giving up on my inappropriate fuck up of a sibling and walk over, snagging a blanket and draping it over her legs, ignoring her arching an eyebrow at me.

I look at my phone that suddenly dings.

Fuck you, Hendrix.-Mase

I'm in the middle of looking down at my phone getting ready to give him a good old fashioned cuss out in response when I hear it.

"Isobel," Donna says, leaning forward to squint at her daughter. "You look…different."

My eyes snap to Isobel, whose eyes rise in surprise. She blushes before averting her eyes. "No I don't. I lookfine."She tucks her hair behind her ears and tugs at her blouse uncomfortably. I turn to sit next to her, placing an arm around her shoulders and then pull her in, giving her a kiss to her temple. Taking a deep breath I sit for a second, soaking in the peace of the moment that's quickly ruined by Mason coming and sitting directly next to Melody, sending my blood pressure straight through the roof.

I take my phone back out.

I'm literally going to haul you to the backyard to beat your fucking ass. Go sit somewhere else, NOW!- Hendrix

Mason throws me a filthy look before shifting his stance; he spreads his legs and crosses his arms, grazing Melody's thigh with his. Sheshoots him an innocent look and smiles, shifting herself to where she's facing him a little bit more head on and pulling her leg away from his.

Good girl.I look down at my phone pinging.

No, I don't think I will. Is this how you felt when you first met Isobel? -Mase

I look up at him with what I know has to be a hateful expression. He gives me a sly grin before turning to Melody, who's clueless.

"Damn, you got some legs girl! You a runner?"

I grit my teeth, holding my palm up to Donna who's asking if I'd like to have a turn holding my niece. But I can't, because I'm too busy preparing to leap off the couch at Mason, who no one else seems to see has set his sights on Melody.

"Yeah I'm in cross country. I can run ten miles without stopping."

"Jesus, sounds like you have some stamina. My name's Mason; I'm Hendrix's brother." He holds out his hand but doesn't shake it, just wraps his fingers around hers and squeezes.

My eyes flit to Donna's seeing her single-mindedly focused on speaking with Teresa, my mother, and holding baby Vi. I look over at Isobel, who's frowning at Mason but staying silent, looking lost in thought.

"I'm Melody, pleased to meet you too, Mason." Melody deftly plucks her hand out of his grasp, causing his eyes to flicker to her lips for a hot second.

When she looks away back towards the baby, I see his eyes go even lower to pause on her breasts before flickering back up to her eyes. He catches her attention once more and her face goes bright red. She's shy, and way too innocent for my brother. I can't let this happen.

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