If You Could Only See

Chapter 9

Shane~

My mind was still a little shell-shocked over what Branson had said, but before I could form a response to his words, I felt a hand latch onto my arm, then yank me backwards, and if I thought that I'd felt shell-shocked before, that was nothing compared to what I was feeling when I looked up to see that it was Mason Buchanan with his hand wrapped around my arm.

Mason fucking Buchanan.

First, it'd been Michael and Gabriel acting weirdly, now Mason? However, before my mind could think on that some more, Mason shoved me behind him, putting me in a pocket of surrounding Buchanan men; Aiden behind me, and the twins on either side of me.

What in the hell?

Mason was taller than Branson, so he was peering down at him when he asked, "Do you want to tell me why in the fuck you had your hands on my girl, Morgan?"

Holy. Crap.

His girl??

His. Girl??

Apparently, Branson Morgan wasn't as smart as his education suggested, because he puffed his chest up as he snapped back, "Since when is Shane Slaughter your girl, Buchanan?"

Mason growled-and full disclosure here-it made my lady parts tingle a little. "Since always, you asshole," he lied. "So, stay the fuck away from her."

Since always?

What in the name of all that's holy?

How much had I drunk?

Suddenly, I wondered if someone had spiked one of my beers because...come oooonnnn...

I leaned my head to the side to get a peek at what was going on, and Michael graciously allowed me a little room. I could see a couple of guys line in behind Branson, and I supposed that those were his friends. This was also not good.

No bueno.

No bueno, at all.

"If that's true, then why haven't I ever seen you with her? Don't get all fucked in the head because she obviously turned you down but had no problem letting me put my hands on her," he smirked, and that's when I realized that he was basking in the idea that he had upped one over on Mason. I didn't understand what was going on, but I wasn't going to stay silent and let Branson throw out skewed versions of the truth.

So, I stepped to the side, so that they could all hear me, and while all three Buchanan brothers stepped with me, I could still stand next to Mason. "That's not true," I clarified for anyone that could hear the exchange between the two men.

Branson looked at me. "What's not true?"

I didn't dare look at Mason as I addressed Branson. "I was just dancing, and you came up behind me and put your hands on my hips. That's all that happened. I turned around and asked you what you were doing, and you just kept your hands where they were." I cleared my throat before speaking louder. "You're trying to make it sound like something it wasn't."

Branson's lip curled in disgust. "Oh, so you get caught with me, and now you're trying to save face in front of your boyfriend," he accused.

"Mason's not-"

"I'd think very carefully about what you're planning on saying or doing next, Morgan," Mason snapped, interrupting me. "Because if it's not an apology, or if it's not to get the fuck away from Shane, I will kick your ass until your buddies have to carry you home."

My eyes widened as Branson gave Mason an evil smile, saying, "Bring it, Buchanan. All these other people might think that the sun shines out of your ass, but I know you're nothing but a little bitch. And once Shane realizes the same thing, I will be balls-deep in her pu-"