Page 25 of Mase
“Miss Angie.”
“And she passed away?”
“Yes…” He ponders for a moment. “Possibly seven or eight years ago now. Or maybe more like ten.”
I sit there, stunned. Ten fucking years ago. I’ve seen my father in that time, and there was never a mention of a kid. Although, there was that one time when he introduced me to some woman in his office; she had a kid. I shudder at the thought of Summer as a child, one I could have previously met and have now fucked. Shifting on the kitchen stool, I scrub a hand over my head.Jesus, that’s fucked up.
“He married two more women after that,” he says, making his way around the kitchen to start breakfast. “Both of them didn’t last long.” His words come out laced with boredom.
“Sounds about right. But he kept Summer around?” That surprises me.
“He had a soft spot for her,” he confirms. I’ll bet he did. The dirty bastard had a thing for younger women. Thank fuck, she never came of age when he was around. My knuckles are pained, and I glance down to stare at the tight ball I hold them in without even realizing.
Hugh pushes a cup of coffee into my hand, and I give him a guarded smile while scanning him. His hair is definitely silver now, and his shoulders are hunched. Age has served him well, though, I’ll give him that. He still wears the black suit my father provided and the white shirt with the cufflinks my father gifted to him for his fiftieth birthday a very long time ago.
Shouldn’t this dude be retiring soon?
“If I were you, I’d keep her away from that Travis.”
My muscles stiffen, and I cock an eyebrow. “Travis?”
“The boy she had in her bedroom. The one who left shortly after you went inside.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
“He’s not to be trusted,” he adds on, staring at me pointedly. This fucker knows all my movements, of course he does. He’s one of my father’s minions, after all, and while I’m living here, that’s something I need to sort ASAP. I need to call Owen and have someone come in and check the house for cameras. I wouldn’t put anything past these fuckers. There’s no way in hell I would leave Summer here, knowing how vulnerable a position she could be in. My body calls to her, even though it shouldn’t.
The thought of leaving her at all sends a ripple of dread through me.
Of all the women to have this effect on me, it had to be her.
The one woman I shouldn’t want.
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I hatethe 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 Inever 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?
