Mason_ Inked Reapers MC(1)(24)

“I want to know why.” He walked over to the table, putting his fists on the felt and leaned over toward me. His lips thin, his eyes dark. “I want to know what the fuck you are doing here with Jayson. You don’t like the MC, you hate Jayson. Why don’t you just leave? Just run away?”



My breath caught in my chest. Run away. Like I hadn’t thought about a few dozen times. I had no money, no friends or family out there waiting to rescue me. Without the club, as much as I hated it, I had nothing.



“Mason.” His eyes didn’t waver as they centered on me. I took a breath, a long, slow breath. “It’s not that easy.”



“I want to know what Jayson has over you, and I want to know now. Or, you’re gonna find out what a discipline spanking is.”



I felt the heat of embarrassment on my face. He wouldn’t do that. “Lucas can see us.” I reminded him, pointing toward the windows with my head.



He stood up, resting his hands on his belt buckle. “I don’t give a fuck. I’ll have you bent over this table and a give you a good dozen lashes before he gets in here. And then, he’ll probably let me finish, so long as I let your tits hang out of that shirt.” His words were crude, more so than usual because they were probably true.



I eyed Lucas, still sitting at the same table. Jessica had taken Mason’s chair. They were taking, but Lucas glanced over at me now and again. Even if he did put a stop to it, Mason probably would get as far as he threatened.



“You’d get your ass kicked.” I grinned, an empty threat. These Disciples didn’t give a shit for me. Most of them didn't even know my name.



“Maybe.” He looked like the idea didn't’ bother him in the least. Probably because it would take half a dozen of them to take him down- and he knew it. “If you think these windows will keep me from putting you over the table, you’re wrong. You know it. But you also know that you’d fucking love it.”



I wouldn’t argue that fact. I would love it. Damn him. “Why are you so hung up on this?”



Relentless in his pursuit of the truth, but to what purpose. “I’m just a clubhouse whore-”



“If that were truly the case, your eyes wouldn’t show such disgust for Jayson when he walked into the room. You wouldn’t have to hide your repulsion for the other members when they talk to you at the bar. You are no clubhouse whore.”



“A whore nonetheless.” I shrugged. He needed to let this go.



“Maybe. For me at least. The best kind.” His words made my skin tingle. The way he said them, with a raspiness to his voice, the low manner in which he spoke. As though he only wanted me to hear, really hear him. “You have thirty seconds.” He began to unbuckle his belt. I watched his fingers pull the leather back, work the metal clasp. Lucas had walked away, sitting at the bar with Jessica. His back was to us now.



“Okay.” I put my hands out as the leather strap slowly began to be pulled from the belt loops of his jeans. “Fine. You want to know. Fine.” My temper flared. Fuck him. Fuck all of them. “Kerri, my friend. She brought me here when I needed a place to stay. Jayson was nice at first, real accommodating.” I swallowed hard. His attention fully on me, his hands stilled on his belt, but didn’t let go. “I owe him. After Kerri tried leaving, he turned on me. Said I had to pay him back for the room and board.” I told him everything; every stupid detail, every humiliating moment. My surprise that Jayson would suggest something so horrible, much less actually mean it, to the moment he walked in and I was handed to him.



His expression remained stoic throughout my ramblings, though his jaw clenched several times. When I had finished, I dropped the ball back on the table letting the loud clank of it sit between us. I waited for a reaction. A look of disgust, a laugh. Anything. Instead, he ran his hand through his hair and creased his brow. “How much are we talking?”



“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.