Mason:Inked Reapers MC(9)

The waitress with wild red hair spiked in every direction jotted down  Lucy's order and pointed to the stools at the counter for her to wait.  She hadn't noticed me yet, so I kept watching while Tick rambled on  about how he was gonna to propose to his girl. When Lucy sat on the  stool, she leaned on the counter, the short sleeve of her dress crept  further up her arm and that's when I saw it. A dark purple bruise. My  gut twisted, and I shoved away from our booth, ignoring Tick's  questions.



"What happened?" I demanded before she even saw me coming.



She jumped and looked at me with confusion. "Mason. Hey." She quickly scanned the restaurant before giving me a small smile.



"What happened?" I asked again, placing one hand on the counter and the  other on the back of her stool, trapping her right in front of me.



"What are you talking about?"



"Your arm." I yanked up the sleeve further and saw the bruise went up her arm all the way to her shoulder. "This."



Her face paled when she looked at the marking on her arm. Not because  she hadn't already seen it, but probably because of the anger she saw in  my face at noticing it. "Who did this to you?"



She yanked her arm away and looked around. "No one." Pulling her sleeve  back down, she shot me a glare. "An accident. I'm fine. Go back to your  friend."                       
       
           



       



"Who did that to you?" I asked again, moving my face closer to hers. I  wouldn't' let her get away without an answer. Someone put hands on her,  hurt her.



"Mason. Please, you're making a scene." She looked around the  restaurant, and I realized that the other customers were probably  looking at us.



"Sit with me then." I didn't give her a chance to deny me, I laced my  fingers through hers and pulled her from her stool and half dragged her  to the booth where Tick and I were sitting. Tick saw us coming and  scooted from his seat.



"Hey," He nodded to Lucy. "Uh. I'm gonna head back. Massy just sent a text, she's not having a good morning."



"Coward." Lucy shot at him. He clapped me on the back and headed out, leaving me with the damn check. Again.



"Now tell me what happened. And no bullshit."



"Or what? No orgasm from you?" She rolled her eyes.



"Lucy." I tried to appeal to her sense. "Did Jayson hurt you? Because if he did-"



"What? You'll kick his ass? Start a war over the Disciple's whore?" She  laughed and ran her fingers through her short hair, wincing at the pain  the movement caused her arm.



I took a deep breath. She was right. If I went in fists blazing, a war  would follow. "Okay. Just tell me what happened. Please." I all but  growled.



Her grin widened. "Now who's begging?" She teased me, and I couldn't help but chuckle. "Look, it's not like you're not rough."



"What does that mean?"



"The other day, when I wouldn't drop my pants for you. That was you,  right, who bent me over and- well-" A soft blush covered her face. "You  know what you did." She looked away from me then, it was my turn to  grin.



"Spanked you? Hell, yes. And I'd do it again if you defy me. Look I may  be a bit more traditional when it comes to my women, but I don't use  them as a punching bag. A spanking for disobeying- that's one thing. A  punch to the arm- totally different."



"You'd spank your girlfriend?"



"If she defied me? Hell yes. Not just in bed, either. That shits hot in  there, but in the real world- if I say she needs to do something,  there's a reason and if she doesn't listen- then yes, I'd bend her over  my knee and spank her good."



Her jaw dropped and she stared at me as though I had just admitted to  murdering her cat. "I can't believe you just admitted that." She  whispered as though it were something to hide.



"Why? I wouldn't ever be with a woman who didn't understand that going  into it. And my old lady would be on the same page as me about who gave  orders and who took them." I watched her expression, looking for the  repulsion I'd seen in other girls I expressed my views too. She looked  at me with more curiosity.



"So the spanking the other day-"

"Really a cake walk compared to real discipline." I placed my hand over  hers, she was tearing a napkin to shreds onto the table without even  realizing it. "Lucy. Who did this to you?"



"I appreciate your concern, really, but there's nothing you can do about  it." I couldn't ignore the defeat in her voice, the sound grated  against my skin.



"Like hell, I can't." The waitress showed up with Lucy's order all  wrapped up and placed it on the table with the check. I plucked the bill  from her before she could get to it, and pretended I didn't see the  sour glare she shot my way.



"I don't see you as the relationship type." The change in topic threw me  for a second and I had to think about what she was talking about. "I  mean you talk like you'd like one, but I can't see you bothering with  it."



"Bothering with it?"



"Yeah. I mean a relationship takes effort. Feelings. I don't see you as  the type to have either of those qualities." If she was trying to piss  me off, she was doing a pretty good job. "I mean, don't get me wrong,  you definitely like the physical stuff with a girl- but the real stuff, I  don't see it. You talk a big game- spanking- ha! Like a woman would  ever let you do that."



Hadn't he told himself that time and time again? He had no time for a  woman. No time for a relationship. Yet here he was talking as though  he'd planned it all out. "Maybe I just haven't met the right girl." I  tried to sound casual, not stare too deeply into her eyes when I said  it- because the idea that there was a right girl out there left me  feeling unsettled. "And Lucy, you liked that spanking I gave you the  other night." Her jaw dropped. "And you'd like being under my control  all the time, too. A discipline spanking is a small price to pay in  comparison to the rewards of being a good girl." The hot flush that  erupted on her cheeks and the dilation of her pupils told me everything I  needed to know about her response.                       
       
           



       



"Fuck off."



I laughed. The woman had no idea how easy she could be read.



Tossing the bills on the table to pay her tab and my own, I picked up  her food. "I'll walk you to your car." I nodded toward the front door.  Thankfully she didn't give me any crap about it and slid out of the  booth, heading to the exit. I watched her ass sway while she walked, the  skirt of her dress moved along with her steps and it took more strength  than I thought I had, not to grab her at that moment and drag her to  the back room.



She led me to a compact run-down car that looked like it crawled to the  diner. "You drove this thing?" I couldn't' stop the disgust from  appearing in my voice.



"Yeah. It's my car." She put a hand on her hip and glared at me. Those  beautiful eyes narrowed in the sunlight, but I could see the smile on  her lips just fine. "It's a bit old, but it gets me where I'm going."



I shook my head and pulled the driver's door open half expecting it to  fall off, there was so much rust. "Why don't you ask Jayson to get this  fixed up?" I prodded. I'd seen enough of her expressions when he was  mentioned to know she didn't hold him in the kindest light.



She huffed. "Right." Taking her food from my hands, she put it in the  car then looked up at me, shielding her eyes from the sunlight with her  hand.



"Is Jayson the one who put his hands on you?" I blocked her exit from  the car and held the door so she couldn't shut it if she decided to  retreat inside. "I won't let you go without an answer."



"You said yourself you'd-"

"I said I'd spank her, and only if she had agreed to that." I shoved my  hand through my hair, this woman made me lose my patience so damn  easily. How the hell did I let her keep coming back to that topic? "I  would never do this." I gripped her arm where the bruise was and waited  until she winced before for I let go. "Now, who the fuck did it?"



The revving of an engine distracted her. I caught a glimpse of the bike  driving down the street, slowing down as it approached us. One of the  Disciples. Not giving a shit, I looked back to her, ready to demand an  answer again. Those sweet soft brown eyes were wide, her face had paled  and it looked like she was holding her breath.