Mason_ Inked Reapers MC(1)(35)

Jayson eyed me when I put another bottle on the table for Sting, then put one down next to him. “Hey, sweet thing.” He reached his hand out and gave my ass a pinch.



“Knock it off, Jayson.” I swatted his hand away.



“What? You don’t like me anymore?”



“Anymore?” I laughed. His eyes narrowed, and the thin lips I could see under his thick mustache curled.



“You know, Lucy. I was gonna talk with you in private. But, we’re family.” He waved to his brother, who looked pretty confused at the change in topic.



“I’m gonna forgive your debt.” He held up a hand before I could react. “I’m gonna make you my old lady. And my old lady don’t need to pay her way.”



I nearly dropped the tray I balanced in my palm. “What?” The air left my chest with that one word. “Why would I ever agree to that? You don’t like me.”

“Like you? What does that have to do with it? I don’t even know you. It doesn't matter though, You see, as my old lady, you’ll be whatever I want you to be. If I want you to be a little housewife, that’s what you’ll be. If I want you to keep being my slut, that's what you’ll be. See?” He looked up at me from his chair, his eyes not showing an ounce of care or compassion.



“Jayson. I have plans,” I started to say, ignoring the snort that came from Sting. “I’m going to go to school. Be a nurse. Do something with myself.” I spoke, but it wasn't’ for him. It was for me. Reminding myself why I was standing up to him at that moment. Trying to make him see reason.



“You can still go to school. I’ll let you get your nurse’s hat. Lucas had a good point. We could use someone around here with medical training. Save the boys from having to go to the ER every time they split their fucking noses open.”



“How much more do I owe?” I avoided the topic at hand. I need time. An escape.



“Not sure. A lot.”



“Why me?” I whispered the question. I wasn't’ even sure I was asking him or the universe in general. When my mom got sick, I didn’t pity myself. I didn’t blame any super being for what happened. I took control of the situation and handled it. When I ran out of money from paying mom’s bills and lost my job because the store closed down, I didn’t mope about it. I picked up my shit and moved on. Now, though…now I wanted to fucking know why this was happening to me.



“Because you’re here. And I won’t lie, Lucy, you’re hot.” Jayson ran his fingers over my stomach, over the tight knit dress I wore. I felt nothing but repulsion at the touch. Not the electricity and fire I felt when Mason’s fingers did the same thing.



“There are a lot of hot girls out there. One who would want to be with you, with the club,” I pointed out. I tried to keep the tremble from my voice, but I could still hear it. Sting just looked on as though the entire conversation was entertaining. A sitcom instead of my death sentence.



“Yeah, all a bunch of whores and silly girls. You have spitfire.” He wrapped his hand around my hip and gave me a little shake. “No. It’s you. The only good thing to come out of that bitch Kerri bringing you here.”



I looked at Sting at the mention of Kerri’s name, hoping for some reaction. He looked almost bored. She was his girlfriend! He killed her, and he barely recognized her fucking name.



“I don't know…” I stepped back, letting his hand drop from my hip. How does one gently let down the president of the club?



“Well. Let me put it this way.” His eyes darkened as he watched my retreat. “If you say no, your debt will never be paid off. You’ll be the official club Mama. We haven't’ had one of those in a while.” He shot a grin to Sting, who laughed.



“Fuck, that girl was tough. Took a train every week, that one.” He nodded as he reminisced.



“A train?” I shot a worried glance between them.



“Yeah. A train. Every member—”



“No. Stop. Never mind. I know what you mean.” I took a deep breath.



“You think about it. I’ll give you ’til tomorrow.” Jayson waved his hand at me. “Now go. I have work to do. There won't be anyone at your door tonight. You’re closed for business, Lucy. But deny me what I want, and that door will never close again. Got it?”



I nodded, suddenly mute, and headed for the door. I needed space. And time. And a way out of the nightmare that had become my life.



“And Lucy.” His voice struck a nerve in me. “If you see Mason Day again, so much as look in his direction, I’ll fucking kill him. Do you understand me? And his mother, too.”