Page 27 of Viktor

“Finals, fucker, I had finals.” Mason scrubbed his face with his hands. “Iama college student and not one of your fucking employees.”

“The paycheck you get from KSI says otherwise.” Viktor hauled the kid in for a hug. He’d missed him.

“Details.” Mason yawned. “I drove all night to get here. Is there someplace I can crash for a while?”

“You can use the room Gabe and I are sharing.”

“Oh, what’s this?” Mason peered around him at Gabe. “You two finally hooking up?”

“He only wishes he could have this ass.” Gabe shouted from the porch and turned to slap his ass. “He can’t handle me!”

“Motherfuckers, I will…”

“Language!”

They both turned to see Sara standing behind Gabe, her hands on her hips, looking ready to give them all a beatdown.

Gabe’s eyes widened, and he gave her a contrite smile. “Sorry, Sara.”

“We were just shootin’ the shit.” Viktor slapped his brother on the back. It sent him stumbling forward. Boy needed to bulk up.

“What did I just say?”

“Aw, fuck…” He shut up at her narrowed eyes. He couldn’t help it. Cussing was as natural to him as breathing.

Mason cracked up. “Damn, man, you’re in some shit.”

Sara’s gasp made the kid roll with laughter until she marched down and poked him in the chest. “I will not have any of you cussing like that around my daughter.”

Mason smiled his megawatt smile. It had zero effect on her.

“What is it with you Kincaid men? Is cussing a permanent part of your vocabulary?”

“Yes, ma’am, it sure is.”

“Sara, this is my youngest brother, Mason. He’s going to set up the security system for you.” Viktor slapped him upside the head. “He’s also going to watch his mouth around Delia. I promise.”

“Delia is the daughter?” Mason yawned again.

“She’s six, and you’d think she was a parrot the way she picks up things. I don’t want her going to school and repeating all the colorful words she’s learning from you lot.”

“Aww, now, Sara, it’s good to have a colorful education.” Mason winked at her, and she narrowed her eyes to slits.

“I swear to God, if you teach my child how to curse, I will kick your ass.”

“Grrr…Mama Bear’s got some claws.” Mason used his fingers to make a slashing gesture.

Viktor slapped him again. “Fucker, behave.”

“I promise to not teach the kid any bad habits,” Mason said. “Unlike my brother, I can watch my mouth. It doesn’t just spew out.”

“It better not.”

Mason slid an arm around her and hugged to her to his side. “I solemnly swear to be on my best behavior around the kid. I’ll even pinky swear it.”

Viktor growled, the sound low and deep in his throat at the sight of his brother wrapped around Sara. Fucker better back off, and back off now.

Mason looked up at the sound, and his eyes went round. He let go of Sara and took several steps away from her.

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