Page 10 of Forever Your Touch

“You motherfucking son of…”

“You better not be thinking of calling my mother a whore or a bitch,” he warned, laughter in his voice.

“Why the ever-loving fuck did you not fucking tell me who your fucking sister was?”

Keith whistled. “Three fucks in one sentence.”

“Keith…”

“Calm the fuck down, man,” Keith said. “I don’t tellanyoneabout my sister.”

“You didn’t even fucking warn me!” Mason hissed, still pissed. He’d acted like some starstruck kid around her.

“I would have paid good money to have seen your face.” Keith snickered.

Mason growled into the phone. “Motherfucker…”

“You really are pissed,” Keith said, the laughter leaving his voice. “You don’t normally cuss this much.”

It was true. He had a filthy mouth, but he had learned to control it, thanks to being around his niece so much. He hadn’t cussed this much since his last year at UCLA. But fuck…Keith could have fucking warned him.

“It’s not every fucking day I look up and see my girl crush standing there looking pissed off and ready to beat my ass black and blue!”

“Girl crush?”

“Fucker, you know I love that girl’s channel. Watch it every fucking day. And not once did you ever tell your best friend who always fucking has your back, ‘Oh, by the way, JoJo? She’s my fucking sister!’”

“I’m sorry,” Keith said quietly. “I shoulda told you.”

“Hells yeah, you shoulda told me.”

“How is she?”

“Pissed off at you for sending her a babysitter.” Mason let out a breath. Fuck, he needed to go to the gym and work this off. He hated being pissed and angry. Instead of turning back toward the school, he headed to Planet Fitness. Had to get this shit out of his system. He was supposed to go eat dinner with Viktor and the family tonight before the party. Best not to go there this worked up. He didn’t want to scare Delia. She’d spent enough time around her abusive sperm donor to be terrified when men were angry.

“I figured she would be, buthowis she?”

“She’s fine. No bruises, nothing weird. Doesn’t look like he’s abusive physically. She’s not happy about living next door to his parents, though.”

Something spewed and Keith started coughing. “He moved her in beside his parents?”

“Yeah. Fucker thinks it’s okay for her to call a cab or use Uber to and from school too.”

“The hell you say?” Keith sounded as pissed as Mason felt over that one.

“Why the hell doesn’t she have a car?”

“Because she was using Mom’s car. If I knew the fuckwad wasn’t going to escort her to school, I’d have given her mine. The city’s dangerous. What is he thinking?”

“I handled it. Told her I’d pick her up in the mornings and then take her home when she was done.”

“You know what time she gets up for class, yeah?”

“Don’t fucking remind me!” Mason groaned.

“Thanks, Mase.” Keith got quiet for a minute. “I know you don’t have to do that, and it means a lot.”

“She’s your sister. You think I’m gonna let her asshole of a boyfriend get her into a bad situation? Hell no. You owe me, though, for dragging my ass out of bed at the butt crack of dawn.”

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