Mason:Inked Reapers MC(41)

"Jayson's losing his grip over there. The Dsciples are talking about a  new president, throwing Jayson aside. Jayson's been trafficking women  through his club for years. Treating them like animals, beating them,  starving them. The club's had enough, and I've had it, too. We have our  share of whores and the like, but we don't cage them up and beat them.  We sure as hell don't pimp them out to the public." His eyes locked with  me, but only for a moment, before he started his rant again. "So I say  we join this little rebellion of theirs, help get Jayson the fuck out of  their club."



"Why's their problem our business? Let them run Jayson out, what difference does it make to our club?"



"It's not just a club problem. What they're doing to those girls, it  ain't right." He swept his gaze past me again, but I remained silent. It  wasn't my fight anymore. "Mason, you brought this to us a few months  ago. I should have listened more then." Heads turned, and dozens of  pairs of eyes turned on me. Well, fuck. So much for staying out of this  shit. "I know we are taking a vote tonight about your retirement, and we  will. I only ask that you consider this last job, this last run for the  club. Help us get Jayson the fuck off the street and put someone with  more sense in his chair."



And there it was. The trap. Saying no to Marcus, after that plea for my  help, wouldn't help me get out of there without a scratch. Retiring from  the club was one thing, turning my back on them while I still held full  membership would earn me a whole pile of shit I didn't need to deal  with. Not with Lucy sitting up in a cottage waiting for me. Not when  Tick needed to get out and get back to his pregnant wife.



"What do you say, Mason?" Marcus leaned over the table, narrowing his  gaze on me. You could have heard an angel fart in the room, it was so  quiet.



"I say yeah. Of course I'm here for club." I nodded. I heard Tick curse next to me, but he knew I had no choice.



"Tick, what about you?" Marcus turned him with a sly grin. If I said yeah, no way in hell Tick would back away.



"One more ride, hell yeah." He gave a nod and grinned like it sounded  like the best damn idea in a long time. Only I could see the tick in his  neck start pulsating. The room erupted into shouts and cheers. Who knew  they all wanted us to stay so badly? Fuck if I believed it.



"Let's put it to the vote." It took less than five minutes for the club  to vote to help Lucas overthrow Jayson. None of it sat right with me.  Even hating Jayson as much as I did, one club helping a rebellion in  another didn't feel right. "Good. Now we go on lockdown. Bring your  families into the compound. We stay here until this is over. As soon as  the shit starts flying, I don't want any vulnerabilities outside these  gates."                       
       
           



       



The members disbanded, clearing out the room. Marcus quickly made his  way over to me and Tick. "What about our vote?" Tick asked as soon as  Marcus was within earshot.



"Shit. Sorry, I forgot with all the excitement. Don't worry. We don't need a full member



meeting for that. We'll get to it as soon as this shit behind us." Maybe  it was the way Marcus didn't quite meet Tick's gaze when he fed him  that line of bullshit, or because his hands kept sliding in and out of  his pockets, but I didn't believe a word coming out of his fucking  mouth.



Tick didn't either, but he kept it hidden. "Yeah. Okay."



"Go get Massy and get her ass behind these gates. And Mason, grab that  short haired girl you've been pining for, she ain't safe out there,  being your girl and all-she's a risk for us. I don't need Jayson  dangling her out there, trying to draw us out." His ran his tongue over  his teeth.



"The girls went on a little vacation," Tick said. "Down south to visit Massy's family."



"Massy ain't got no family," Marcus barked.



"Sure as fuck does. An aunt has a house on a lake, went for a girls'  weekend. They'll be back next week. Safe as baby lambs down there." Tick  slapped Marcus on the back and gave him a wink before walking off.



"I still think they should be here." Marcus turned to me. I nodded.



"Yeah. Maybe."



"How far south they go?" he asked, picking his teeth with his pinkie  nail. It was no wonder the man couldn't keep a woman for more than a few  nights, unless he paid them.



"About three hours." I stayed noncommittal.



"Maybe you should go get them anyway. You can have them back here by  midnight if you two leave soon." He examined the sliver of food he'd  scraped from his teeth, then flicked it away.



"Nah. Tick's right. They are fine down there. Out of the way." I slapped  his back in the same manner as Tick and walked away, half expecting him  to chase after me and demand I go down there to get them. Except they  weren't down south. And no way in hell was I bringing those two girls  back into the compound.





***





"What's his game?" Tick looked over his shoulder while we walked through  the motor pool toward the garage. A bunch of the guys who hung back  started taking up spaces in the clubhouse, and the bar area. Families  began to pull into the lot, things were going to get a lot louder real  quick.



Watching a crib get carried into the clubhouse made me think about Lucy.  I imagined her belly swollen, carrying my baby. Fuck, the image made my  dick hard. What would it be like to raise a kid? Lucy would make an  awesome mom. I'd never met a woman with a heart bigger than hers. I'd  have to talk to her about breastfeeding though, no way I was  sharing-even with our baby.



At the thought of those beautiful, round breasts my pants tightened even more.



"Mason." Tick gave me a shove, nearly pushing me right into a bike. If a  man wanted to have his nose broken in a few places, all he had to do  was knock over someone's bike.



"Dammit, Tick. I was thinking," I growled.



"Yeah, but with which head." He grinned. I sighed and adjusted my erection in my jeans.



Women bitched about all the torments they had just for being a woman,  but at least when they got all hot under the collar for a guy, it wasn't  put on display. Their panties soaked up their juices.



"Shut the fuck up."



"Seriously, what's his game? He doesn't give a shit who's running things over there, why get the whole club involved?"



I looked over at Marcus, who made his way through the groups of members  and their families, heading to the back apartment entrance. His  apartment.



"I don't know. He doesn't give a shit. It's not that he wants Lucas in  charge, or that he cares about Julio. This is all one big cluster fuck."  I kicked the dirt with my boot. "But he did seem pretty damn interested  in where our girls were."



"Your girl," Tick corrected me, running his hand back and forth over  this smooth head. "He don't give a shit about Massy. If I said she's  staying with family out of town, that would be all he needs. It's your  girl he's after, Mason. He wants that pixie girl home."



"That's the impression I got," I agreed with him. Marcus stood on the  small porch outside his apartment, lighting a cigarette. "I told him the  girls were about three hours south. Hopefully that'll keep him busy.  He'll send a few guys down there. But we need to see which guys."                       
       
           



       



"You think he'd send our own guys after her?"



"I don't know what that fuck he's capable of anymore. If it's not our  guys, it's someone from the Disciples. But guys who are loyal to Jayson  or loyal to Lucas?"



"Jesus fucking Christ, this is fucked up." Tick pulled out a pack of  smokes from his back pocket and shoved the crinkled cigarette between  his lips.



"I thought you quit that shit." Massy had hounded him for a solid month until he stopped smoking.



"I did." He shrugged, holding the lit lighter up to the tobacco filled  tip. "Massy isn't here. I won't inhale. Okay?" He took a deep drag, and  his eyes rolled with pleasure only a smoker would experience as the  smoke hit the back of his throat. "Fuck." He looked down at the  cigarette in his hand. "That woman will have me drinking lattes and  appletinis if I let her keep having her way."



"Bullshit. Massy wouldn't be seen dead with a latte." I laughed. "And  I'm pretty sure it was you who ordered that appletini the last time she  dragged our asses into a decent restaurant."

"Fuck you. I just wanted to try it." He took another drag and nodded toward Marcus. "So what are we going to do with him?"