Mason:Inked Reapers MC(31)

"Yes, I understand."



"And we never met you before. If you come up to our part of the world,  you never knew us." Tick stood from his chair, the fierceness was back  in his expression.



"Of course." Julio nodded.



Tick didn't say anything else, he just walked out of the room. I sighed  then stood from my chair, giving Julio a nod. "He's wound up a bit." I  jerked a thumb toward the door Tick had just disappeared through.



"I understand." Julio patted Carmella's shoulder. "Understand that if  you are caught, you don't know me. I will not be helping you escape if  you don't get out of there before you are tracked down."



"Yeah. I figured." I nodded toward Carmella then went after Tick. I  wanted out of that house, out of that fucking town, and out of that  fucking country. Quick.





CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX



LUCY





My bag was packed and hidden in the front hall closet. I parked my car a  block down the road, not in the motor pool like usual. No one even  noticed when I walked through the gates that afternoon after moving it.  Since Jayson claimed me, the other guys didn't seem to see me anymore.  It was as though I'd become transparent. Since I wasn't available to  fuck or suck, I simply didn't exist for them. Suited me just fine.

                       
       
           



       

The clock kept ticking away as I sat in the bedroom. I needed Jayson to  get home and fall asleep before I left. I needed as much time between my  leaving and him finding out as I could get. I had the note ready, same  as usual. Gone for coffee. He wouldn't know what time I left that note,  and wouldn't think much about my not being around for a few hours after  he woke up. He usually didn't send me a text until around noon. Plenty  of time for me to get to where I was going. But first he needed to get  his ass home.



Just as I was about text him, against my better judgement, the front  door slammed and I heard his booted feet head for the bedroom.



"Lucy!" He threw open the bedroom door and stood in the doorway, taking  up most of the space. "Where were you today? I haven't seen you all  day." His tone wavered, softened as he closed the door behind him. I  could smell the beer on him, but he wasn't drunk.



"I was here most of the day," I lied. "Looking at nursing programs." Another lie.



"Huh. You should be at the clubhouse at night with me. Unless I tell you  to go home." He sat on the edge of the bed. "Come here and take off my  boots for me." He waved me over. Swallowing hard, I pushed myself to do  as he said. Fighting him would only get me a sore jaw or a black eye,  and I needed him to get to sleep. If I pissed him off, he'd be up for a  few more hours stewing about it.



I knelt on the floor in front of him and pulled off each boot, holding  my breath as I did so. The man needed odor eaters. When I started to get  up, he pushed my back down. "While you're there." He grinned while  unbuckling his belt. I swallowed again, this time to keep the bile from  rising up. He leaned back to unbutton his jeans, his belly getting in  the way. Pulling down his jeans and boxers far enough that his short,  fat cock sprang free and bobbed in front of me. "Go ahead, suck it." Fat  fingers laced into my hair, dragging my face forward.



In my mind I imagined Mason. Imagined him pulling my hair, sinking his  dick into my mouth, farther into my throat. That image didn't scare me,  didn't repulse me. The sensation of this prick's fingers on my head made  my stomach twist into knots. I licked my lips, trying to keep my mouth  wet and get through this as quickly as possible. I let him shove his  cock into my mouth. "Fuck, that's good." He held onto my head as I moved  up and down, taking him all the way wasn't difficult, not like with  Mason.



I kept my eyes closed, clenched, trying to keep out the sight of who was  sitting in front of me, his legs spread around me. I could wipe out the  sight of him, but the smell and feel of him couldn't be swept away. His  balls tightened, lifted. I swirled my tongue over the engorged head of  his cock, hoping to speed up his orgasm, but he yanked me away before he  did. "Over the bed." He held my hair, pulling me to my feet. He wasn't  grabbing me close to my scalp like Mason. Jayson wasn't trying to  control my movements, he only wanted to get me where he wanted me. He  pulled my hair, much like a boy on a school yard, and pushed me over the  bed.



I hadn't changed out of my clothes yet so he shoved my shirt up over my  hips and yanked down my panties. I heard the tear and his little laugh.  "Whoops," he said as he pulled my ass cheeks apart.



"Condom!" I yelled when I felt the head of his dick pressing against my dry entrance. "Jayson, please. Condom."



He growled. "Fuck. Fine." I heard the drawer of his nightstand grind as  it opened, the ripping of the foil packet, and I sighed. At least I'd  have some barrier between him and me. I hoped the rubber had some  lubricant, but gritted my teeth and prepared for the worst as his cock  pushed against me again.



The rubber provided some moisture as he pushed into me. I grunted from  the invasion, but not from any sort of fullness. His nails dug into my  hips as he continued to push into me. I gripped the bedspread and buried  my face in it, waiting for it to be over. He didn't take his time, he  plowed into me and groaned, stilling his hips as his orgasm finally  ended the ordeal. He slapped my ass as he pulled free saying, "A little  more enthusiasm next time." I rolled my eyes before I stood up and  righted my skirt, kicking my panties off.



He peeled off the condom and threw it in the trash can near the bed  before shoving off his jeans. After pulling off his shirt and yanking  his boxers back up he climbed into bed. He punched his lumpy pillow and  settled himself under the covers. "You coming to bed?" he asked, his  eyes closed already.



"Just need to clean up and change," I mumbled, and headed for the  bathroom. Condom or not, I needed to wash off the remnants of that  asshole from my body.                       
       
           



       



By the time I finished the quick shower, I could hear his snoring from  the bathroom. I crept through the bedroom and quietly closed the door  behind me before I ran for the front hall closet. I put the note by  phone in the kitchen, tied my shoes, and made my way for the door.  Pausing only a moment to be sure I could still hear Jayson's strangled  snores, I walked out of his apartment and ran toward my car.



The moon lit my way as I made my way through the motor pool. Most of the  guys were already inside, either fucking their way to sleep or passed  out. The one or two stragglers were busy with each other or working  their way into a pair of panties. No one paid me any mind. The gates  were still open, much to my relief, and I made it out onto the street  without being stopped. My heart still raced, continued pounding heavily  as I ran down the road to my car. My freedom.



The choking of my engine finally released the clenched fist around my  lungs and I took my first steady breath as I threw the car into drive  and I floored the gas.





CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN



MASON





People swarmed the marketplace. I'd never seen so many people crushed  into one narrow street before. Even at the rallies there was more room  to breathe than in this mob. Tick and I wiggled our way through the food  carts and merchants, making our way toward the apartment building  Carmela told us about.



"What is that smell?" Tick looked at me over his shoulder, making a sour face.



"I think it's the tobacco shop, just keep moving." I gave him a little  shove. The less we were seen, the better. Carmella and Bernardo would be  there any minute, and we had to be in position. The noise of the crowd  hopefully would cover any sound Tick's gun made; even with a silencer I  didn't trust that we wouldn't be heard.



"There." Tick pointed out the building, and we made our way to the  entrance. Thankfully no one was hanging around outside the door and we  were able to walk straight in and start heading up the stairs.



My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out as we made our way up the narrow stairwell that reeked of piss and beer.



"Mason?" The voice sounded familiar, but I didn't recognize it.



"Yeah." I gestured to Tick to keep moving when he stopped to check on me. "Who's this?"



"Lucas." The voice grunted. "Where are you?"



"I don't see how that's your business." I kept my pace, walking up the stairs.



He gave another grunt. "Well, look, if you're down in Mexico trying to  take care of Bernardo for his brother, don't." That made me stop in my  tracks. Tick found the door to the apartment and was busy getting it  open.