Mason by Kathi S. Barton Read Free Book Online

flirting with her, but when he tried to
touch her by moving across the room to talk to Emma, she growled at him.
    “Who the fuck do you think you are?” He stood
up, and she did too. “What the fuck are you even doing in my house? Get your
ass out of—”
    “Dirk, shut up.”
    He looked at his sister when she spoke. She’d
been getting really mouthy with him too, lately, and he was sick of it. First
there was his dad and whatever he was going to do about getting him out of his house,
and now this shit. The entire family had gone over the deep end if they thought
they could order Dirk McBride around and get away with it. Moving to the couch
where his sister was still seated, Dirk drew back his hand to hit Emma when he
was suddenly on the floor.
    “You touch any of these people and I will
tear your throat out.” Dirk lay very still…not because he was afraid of her—no,
never that—but because he wanted his family to see how guests were treating
him. But his sister said nothing as the woman continued. “You think I’m kidding
you, Dirk the Dick?”
    That name. That fucking horrible name he’d
been called since he’d been a kid. Dirk roared out his anger but couldn’t
dislodge the bitch off his back. No matter how hard he tried, she was stuck to
him. He was going to get her if it was the last thing he did, the fucking cunt.
Dirk McBride did not get treated this way.
    “Get your fat ass off me or so help me, I
will kill you.” She laughed and he felt his anger get hotter. “Fucking cunt,
get off—”
    His head hit the floor. Blood erupted form
his nose, and he nearly passed out when she did it several more times. Each
time his forehead touched the floor, she would ask him if he was ready to leave
in a voice that was calm and soft, sexy almost. And each time his answer was to
call her names. When he started getting dizzy, he finally told her he was
finished.
    When she was off his back, Dirk turned on his
back and jumped for her. He found himself sailing through the air before he
even cleared the floor. The man was holding him up by his hair and his pants,
and no matter how hard he tried, Dirk couldn’t get away. After he was tossed into
the yard, he reached for his gun.
    It was gone. Dirk was ready to go back and
get it, but the man on the steps made him pause. It was the asshole from the
other morning, the one he’d hit. And the man, Mason, again had his gun. As much
as he hated the things, he’d figured one might come in handy around here. But
it only worked, he supposed, when he was the one holding it.
    “You come back for more, Mason? And tell me,
how did you enter my house? The front door again?” Mason only laughed at him as
he handed the gun to his dad. “Give me that and I’ll show you what it means to
treat Dirk McBride like a commoner. Come on, Mason, you’re not afraid that I’ll
shoot you, are you? Give me the fucking gun, Dad.”
    “I don’t think so. I think I’ll keep it until
you grow up. And you’re not coming back in here, Dirk. I already told you that.”
    Dirk was pissed and getting more so all the
time. When he took the necessary steps to get to the wrap-around porch and to
his dad, Mason stepped in front of him. “Get the fuck out of my way, Douglas. I’m
going inside.”
    “Your father said you’re not. And the last
time I looked, his name was on the deed.” Dirk tried to get around the big man.
“You’re not coming in here. Not while I’m still breathing, you’re not.”
    “Then give me my gun and I’ll take care of
that little problem right now.” Dirk fully expected him to hand it over. No one
would dare to refuse him, and yet here they stood doing it. “You heard me. And
what the hell are you doing in my house anyway? I thought I made it perfectly
clear this morning that you’re not to use the front door when you come to work
for my dad.”
    “That was the day before yesterday, you
moron. And I don’t take orders from little pieces of shit that think