Mason’s mocking smirk only grew wider as he looked Lucas up and down, dismissing him with a wave of his hand. “So this is the guy, huh, Sam? The best you could do to fend off Isaac?”Lucas remained calm, his arm around Samantha, but his gaze sharpened. “If respect for your sister isn’t enough reason for you, Mason, I can keep standing here all day. Or would you rather I show you why I’m here?”Samantha tensed, sensing her brother’s agitation, and quickly pinched Lucas’s arm, her face flushing as she forced a bashful smile. “Lucas… enough.”The sight of her softened expression only seemed to enrage Mason further. His face twisted in frustration, and without warning, he drew a pistol, aiming it squarely at Lucas.“Back off, now,” Mason warned, his voice a low growl. “You don’t get to waltz in here and act like you belong.”Samantha’s reaction was instant; she slapped Mason hard across the face, her voice ringing out. “Apologize, Mason. Now. This is my husband, and you will respect hi
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