Mason_ Inked Reapers MC(1)(29)

Jessica looked at me from behind the bar, a worried set of eyes darting between Sting and I. If he heard as much as he implied, and he told Jayson, I was in for a world of hurt. But what about Mason, would word get back to Mason’s club?



Just when things started to get brighter, a bigger shit storm headed my way.





CHAPTER THIRTEEN



MASON





Marcus banged his fist on my door bright and early Saturday morning, waking me up. I didn't need to meet the Disciples for a few more hours for the next run. Whatever his problem was, it pissed him off enough for him to nearly rip down my door.



“What’s the deal?” I flung open the door to find his scowling face glaring at my door.



“The deal? The deal is I’m hearing shit I don't like.” His fat hand shoved my chest and barreled into my room.



I ran my hand over my eyes, trying to get my brain to wake up like the rest of my body. “Prez, I don't know what you’re talking about. Can you fill me in?” I grabbed the jeans dangling from my dresser and jammed my legs into them. I had enough on my mind without adding his bullshit to it.



“I’m talking about Hell’s Disciples. I’m hearing shit from Jayson that you’re making goo-goo eyes at one of his girls. His girls, not one of those whores in the back building.” The way he emphasized his statement put me on edge.



“What the fuck does that mean, his girls?”



“His girl—he wants to make her his old lady.” His eyes narrowed, searching my expression.



“If you’re talking about Lucy, she’s not his old lady. He’s basically holding her hostage.” I couldn’t help the growl of my voice. The idea of her being his old lady—shit, his anything—made my stomach turn.



“I don’t give a shit!” The boom of his voice nearly rattled the floor. “This deal with the cartel is worth a fuck of a lot more than some piece of ass you’ve been sticking your dick into.” He pointed a finger at me. “Stay the fuck away from that chick.”



“So, he’d blow this whole truce over a girl?” I narrowed my eyes this time. Jayson never showed her anything other than hatred from what she said, why would he blow everything over her?



“No. He’d show that we are blowing the deal with the cartel and then we’d lose everything. Do you get it? This club can’t survive a war with those Mexicans.” The stench of his morning cigar wafted over to me with his tirade. It was too damn early for this shit. I noticed his bloodshot eyes, and the loose spit resting on his beard. I’d seen him pissed before, but this was more. Worried. He looked rattled and concerned. Like everything was about to implode, and he couldn’t stop it. “Just stay the fuck away from her. Got it?”



“Yeah, Marcus. I got it.” I lifted my hands into the air. With the condition he was in, there would be no reasoning with him anyway. I’d have to find another way to see Lucy. Because not seeing Lucy wasn’t an option.



“Good.” He jammed his fingers through his hair and took a deep breath. “This cartel shit is giving me heartburn.” He ran hand over his chest. “Bernardo wants a sit down. To go over the runs and how they’re being handled. He’ll be here this afternoon. Jayson and his VP will be here. Since you’re running the show on our end, I want your ass in the room, too.”



“You got it.” I nodded.



“I don’t trust those fucking Disciples.” He ran his hand through his hair again. “This shit about his girl—it’s just smoke up my ass. That man hasn’t ever given a fuck about anyone for longer than thirty seconds. He just doesn’t want Reaper dick in Disciple pussy.” He gave a little laugh at that notion. “Just keep it in your pants when you’re at their club. You fuck the girls here.” He gave my chest a little shove with his finger on his way to the door. “Or I’ll have Tick cut that shit off.”



After the door slammed closed behind him I let out my breath and unclenched my fists. Lucy. If Marcus was barging in on me to bitch me out about her, what had Jayson done to her? She had to get the fuck out of that clubhouse. Even if it meant running away; I could take care of her. Although after seeing Marcus’ reaction just then, the clubhouse might not be the safest place to hide her.



My door flung open and in walked Tick, wearing a smirk that would normally make me laugh, but that morning I wasn’t in the mood.



“What? Don’t know how to knock?” I finished pulling my cut on and got my boots.



“What the fuck for? The only chick you’re interested in lately lives in the next town over. In the wrong club house.” He lit a smoke and jumped on my bed, leaning back against the headboard.