Mason_ Inked Reapers MC(1)(4)
Kerri and Sting broke it off, she found him in the kitchen, his cock buried in some girl's backside. Sting threw her out when she said she didn’t share. I tried to go with her, she was the only connection I had to the club anyway, and that’s when Jayson’s true colors shined. I owed him, three months back rent, plus “incidentals”, and unless I was going to pay I needed to work.
“You know, you could try smiling. It might help.” Lucas glanced at Jayson, who still glared my way.
“I don’t get why he keeps me here. He looks like he hates me most of the time.” I wiped down the counter and did my best to ignore his presence.
“Hate is just another form of passion to Jayson.” Lucas continued with his advice. Out of all the members, Lucas had been the nicest. Not nice enough to get Jayson to let me free, but he never overstepped. Other than the creepy ogling, I felt safe when he was around.
“Well, I don’t need his passion.” My attention went to the front door of the club as it swung open and three large men sauntered in. They weren’t Disciple’s. Their cuts were different, and their patches detailed their club. Inked Reapers.
Lucas must have seen my concern. “It’s okay, babe. We’re expecting them.” I tried to relax. I should have been used to the tension, the fights and threats, but I was beginning to think I was never going to adjust to it all.
He swung around on his stool and went to greet the men. I recognized one of them as Marcus, he was the president of the Reapers and had been in the club a few times over the past week. The other two were new. A tall, bald man with ink around his ears, and a short beard covering his jawline stood as tall as Lucas. But, the man beside him, he was even bigger. He stood a few inches over the other men now huddling around them greeting them with handshakes; Jayson among them.
A hard look settled on the taller man. Dark, blue eyes swept the room, stopping on me for a moment. He raised an eyebrow when I didn’t shirk away, and a deep dimple appeared on his cheek when he grinned. A sadistic grin that sent a shiver through me. Lucas said something that drew his attention and the five of them headed the back room.
Jayson glance my way, and I ducked my head down, moving around the bar pretending to be working. Through the corner of my eye, I watched the menacingly tall man, and he watched me, too.
With Jayson tucked away doing business, it was easier for me to breathe. I finished stocking the bar and wiping down all the tables. I had only another hour before I could go hide in my room while Jessica finished out the night. The door rang, signaling Jessica’s arrival and I started to breathe a little easier. If the meeting went well, she’d be slinging drinks to those guys for a few hours. Hopefully, I’d be fast asleep and my door locked before they started searching out their evening’s entertainment. Jayson hated that I locked my door, at first, he'd forbidden it. Lucas had stepped in for me, said that without a few hours of sleep a night I’d be useless to them. Jayson called it a bullshit excuse, but, in the end allowed it. He had a key though, there was no getting around that. But at least, none of the other guys would bother me for a few hours while I slept.
“Hey, hon.” Jessica tied on her apron and took a seat on a stool. “Anything exciting going on?” She nodded toward the closed door. The door only closed when there was club business being discussed. Since most of the members were either in the lounge drinking or out in the courtyard, it was odd to see it shut.
“I don’t know.” I plucked up a bottle of water and unscrewed the top. “Some guys from Inked Reapers are here. Lucas and Jayson took them in there.” Hooting and hollering floated in from the courtyard, as I sipped my water.
“Jansen’s out there showing off his new bike.” Jessica rolled her pretty blues. She’d been gifted with red curly hair that I would have died for. Better than the pixie cut brown hair I sported. “Some custom spoiler or something.”
I gave a laugh. “You’ve been working for these guys for almost two years, I would have
thought you’d have learned a thing or two by now.”
“Nah. I’m here for the tips and the protection.” Jessica’s older brother had been a member of the club before he was killed during a job. So when her ex-boyfriend decided to start laying into her, the club stepped up for her. Lucas mostly. He’d taken care of the problem, but it hadn’t fixed everything. Her ex hadn’t disappeared altogether and every now and then she’d get messed with, at whatever job she managed to land. Lucas hooked her up at the clubhouse. Secretly, I think Lucas had a thing for her, but she insisted he was just a good guy. Uh, huh. Considering the company he kept, it wasn’t exactly difficult to be the good one.