Mason:Inked Reapers MC(14)

"What?" I looked at him, confused.



"How much money does he say you owe him?"



"I don't know, I thought one number, but it seems to be some other magical amount."



"I'll talk to him." He gave me a nod, as though that solve the problem. He would just take care of it.                       
       
           



       



"No. You won't." I tried to give him a hard glare, but the lazy smile he gave me told me he wasn't all that intimidated.



"I'll pay off the debt."



"You'll buy me?" I wanted to throw something at his face. Something to wipe off that arrogant grin.



"No, I'll pay off the debt and you'll go free. He gets his money and you get to get out of here."



"You think he'll take to that idea? He'll just be fine with an Inked  Reaper buying one of his girls? No. He won't. He's already pissed that  I've even been talking to you. I'm not going to be the cause of some war  between the two clubs. You guys all act like you're getting along, but I  know you hate each other. It would be just the thing for Jayson to use  against you. No. I won't do that."



"Sometime real soon you'll need to learn that you don't control the  things I do. It's the other way between us." A knock on the glass drew  our attention. Lucas pointed toward the bar.



"He's ready," Lucas jerked his head and Mason held up his hand.



"On my way." He finished sliding his belt back on and getting himself  situated before he looked at me. "You don't go anywhere. We aren't done  with this talk." He was gone before I could manage a retort.



Most girls dreamt of a man riding in on a white horse to claim their  hearts. Not one of them ever dreamt of a man driving up on a Harley  offering to buy them.





CHAPTER ELEVEN



MASON





Jayson sat at the head of his table rambling about an upcoming drop. It  was to be a big one, twice the load than we've done before. I wasn't'  even listening. In my head played images of ripping his fucking throat  out. How many times, I wondered, had that fat prick snuck his way into  Lucy's room?



I had kept my temper, while she told me everything she needed to tell  me, because I didn't want to scare her, but my blood boiled. Watching  that asshole laugh and make merry as he went about usual business made  me want to puke on his fucking table. Tick had finally shown up and kept  nudging me to bring my mind back to business at hand. If he knew what I  knew, would he have sat so idly by?



"The pickup is fifteen miles south, closer to the border controls than I like, but doable … "



Lucy was right. If I offered to pay off her debt, Jayson would be  suspicious. It wouldn't be a fair deal and he'd probably take insult to  it. He seemed to have some weird obsession with her. Even if he ok'd the  buy, what the fuck would I do with her then? She had nowhere to go,  she'd needed somewhere. The clubhouse seemed an obvious place. She could  stay with me, get a job, and go to school. Hell, we could get a place  outside the clubhouse. Buy a house.



"Mason, you and Tink there will meet up with my guys at the drop point."



"Tick." Tick corrected him.



"Tink, Tick, whatever." Jayson laughed. "Same shit. You two meet up with  my guys, the four of you will finish the ride up to San Marcos and make  the handoff."



"Why the second pick up. The four of us should go down for the pickup and head straight. No stops." I pointed out.



"Too long of a haul. Need to break it up" Jayson said with a sideways  grin. He gave off the vibe that he wasn't giving us the full plan. I  looked to Tick, who was shaking his head.



"Not that long of a haul. We'll be there for the initial pick up." He  jammed his finger into the table. "Last thing we need is to keep pulling  off the highway with that shit in the truck. One shot straight  through."



"I'm telling you how this is gonna run. Not The other way around."  Jayson's voice hardened. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lucy walking  around the bar.



A patched member stopped her and began chatting her up. The conversation  seemed casual enough, he stepped back as she talked. I turned back to  Tick. "We'll run it by Marcus, if he's not okay with it, we'll be back  to hash out a new plan."



"Fine. You do that." Jayson smiled like we'd just given him some gift. Fallen into a trap?



I looked back over at Lucy. The guy was closer, touching her arm with  his fingertips. She shook her head, but he pointed over her shoulder.  Her shoulders sagged and she nodded. Defeated. My fists clenched  instinctively.



Tick kicked me under the table, bringing my attention back to the room. I  scooted my chair back, folding my hands behind my head trying to give a  causal appearance while getting a better look at what was unfolding  outside the room. Jayson continued to ramble on about the drop- a simple  endeavor he was trying to fuck up with all of his relay shit. From the  corner of my eye, I saw the asshole grab Lucy and pull her back toward  the main hallway. The hallway that led to her bedroom.                       
       
           



       



My hands fisted again, my muscles clenched. I couldn't' do a fucking  thing. If I barreled into her room, I'd be putting her and me in danger.  My club would lose the alliance and the deal with the cartel. Instead, I  sat in the room listening to Jayson's bullshit.



Once he was finally done, I jumped up from my seat and stalked out into  the lounge. She wasn't there. Jessica was though and she saw me right  away. "Mason." She called after me as I walked toward the hall. "Mason!"  Her voice carried, but I ignored her.



When I got to Lucy's room, I took a deep breath. Just as I gripped the  handle, Jayson called me. "Hey, Mason." I turned and he stood in the  entrance way with two beers in his hands. "Come have a beer. She's got a  customer, you'll have the second round." He waved me over with the  bottle.



Before I managed to come up with an excuse or to act, the door flew open  and the asshole I'd seen before, glared at me. I moved out of his way  as he stalked out of the room, eyes wild and his face red with anger.  Jayson noticed it, too and asked him what the fuck happened.



"Bitch got her period." I heard him growl and almost burst out laughing. Jayson did laugh and slapped the guy on the back.



"Not your thing, huh?"



Lucy got up from where she sat on her bed. A knowing smile on her face  as she walked to the opened door. She gave me a quick wink and pushed  the door closed. If Jayson hadn't been right there, I would have gone in  anyway. But he called me again. There'd be plenty of time to finish our  conversation later. And we would be finishing the conversation.





CHAPTER TWELVE



LUCY





Mason and the others had left on some job several days ago. Lucas stayed  behind, mostly I think to keep an eye on Jessica. He'd been spending  more and more time with her. Taking her home after her shift and  bringing her back the next day, but when I tried to ask her about it,  she just blushed and changed the subject. I've never known her to blush.



Thankfully Jayson stayed away from me when he thought I had my period.  The birth control I used, kept me from getting my period, but I didn't  tell them that. It was like a vacation once a month.



Mason's offer to pay off my debt lingered in the back of my mind. If he  did manage to get Jayson to say okay, what would my life be like? I'd go  back to his clubhouse? Be their whore instead? I'd just be changing the  geography of my prison.



What if Mason meant more than that? What if he mean we could be  together? What the fuck did that mean? He already made it clear there  would be no power struggle in that relationship. Hell, he made it sound  like the decision had been made for me.



Needing to keep my mind occupied, I decided to clean out the storeroom.  Between the dust and the unorganized manner those bastards kept things,  I'd be busy all afternoon. After I finished stocking the bar, I told  Jessica where to find me and headed off in there.



It took almost two hours to get the boxes organized and the trash put to  the side. The door to the storeroom opened, as I turned around. I  nearly screamed from the surprise of finding someone standing in the  doorway, and my heart jumped when I noticed that someone was Mason.



"Didn't mean to startle you." He laughed softly and reached out to  steady me. I put the box I'd been holding down and wiped my hands on my  jeans.



"You're back." I stated the obvious.



He took a step toward me, shutting the door behind him. "Yeah, I'm  back." His voice dipped. Another step in my direction. He stalked me. I  shuffled backward until I backed into the rack. "Careful." He reached  out and steadied the rack with both hands on either side of me. Trapping  me where I was. "Now about our talk."