“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.
“Lucy.” I cupped her chin and brought her gaze back to me, but her eyes darted down the road.
“I have to go. Please, Mason. I have to go.” She yanked away from me and jumped into her car. I stepped out of the way so she closed the door and looked down the street to see the same asshole sitting at the stop sign ahead. Her car growled to life- she needed an oil change and probably a new transmission from the sound of it.
“I’ll be by tomorrow.” I promised. She looked behind her and pulled out of her space in into the street without looking back at me. I’d bet anything Jayson hurt her. And fuck if I was gonna let that slide.
CHAPTER EIGHT
LUCY
Jayson stopped talking to Jessica when I walked into the clubhouse. His eyes told me his anger hadn’t subsided after our chat earlier. My arm still hurt from where he squeezed me and shook me as he bellowed into my face. The stench of liver and onions from his breakfast still lingered in my nostrils.
“Where the hell were you?” He yelled from the bar.
“Went to grab some breakfast.” I held up my food container.
“Yeah. I heard about your little date.” He made his way over to me. Jessica shot me a sympathetic glance from behind him.
“I wasn't on a date, Jayson. I picked up my breakfast after I ran to the post office for Lucas.” I pulled out the receipt and shoved it at him.
“I don't want to hear you’re hanging with that Reaper asshole.” He snatched the flimsy paper out of my hand. “You work here, and if he’s gonna keep stopping by your room, you need to start collecting my fee.”
As far as I knew, Mason didn’t know there was a fee. He took me for a club whore. Which was worse? I didn’t even know anymore. “Fine. I’m gonna go eat.” I turned and left him glaring at my back. Fuck him.
How the hell was I going to tell Mason he had to pay me if he came by again? I’d never collected the money before. The guys dealt with Jayson. Now I had to give him a quote? My bed creaked when I sank into it, my breakfast sat cold in its container on my night table. I had no appetite. Everything got shittier with Jayson. He enjoyed making my life hell, and I had no idea why. I hadn’t done anything to him. I’d never even met him until Kerri brought me to the clubhouse.