“Good. You stay away from those pricks.” He pointed his fat finger in my face, inches from my nose. What had Kerri seen in him? Spit pooled in my mouth, begging to be hurled at his face, but I resisted the urge. We may have been in public but that wouldn’t stop Sting.
“I got that message already from your big brother.” I yanked my arm out of his grip and headed toward the door.
“Didn’t you order breakfast?” he called after me. I ignored him and kept walking.
He followed me the entire drive back to the compound.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
MASON
Massy was chattering away at the kitchen table in their new house. Something about buying a new dishwasher or something. I wasn’t listening anymore. My mind was on Lucy and wondering how the hell to get us both out of the fucking mess we were in.
I had to remind myself more than once that barging into the complex and just taking her out of there would only result in more bloodshed and wouldn’t get us the happy ending she deserved. Tick lit another cigarette and blew the cloud of smoke into my face.
“You even here, man?”
Massy stopped talking and focused on me. “Yeah, Mason. What’s the deal? You’ve been in lala land the last few times I’ve seen you. What gives?”
“It’s that chick again.” Tick shook his head. “He’s got the hots for a Disciple chick.”
“She’s not a Disciple,” I ground out, slamming my hand down on the table.
“Okay. Okay.” He shook his head. “He’s got it bad for her. I’ve never seen him like this. This guy used to stick his dick in any pussy that could tolerate his hard ass, now he won’t even talk to the whores at the clubhouse.”
“Really?” Massy looked at me with that knowing look. The one chicks got when they thought they had you pegged for keeper material.
“I don't’ want to talk about this. I thought you were making us dinner, woman?” I waved my hand at the empty table.
“Yeah, it’s in the oven.” She waved at hand in the air. “If this girl’s with the Disciples, I can’t imagine Marcus is good with this.”
“Good with it? He hates it. Fucking told Mason here that he is to stay away from her. You know what this blockhead does?” Tick scratched his smooth head while he continued to shake it. “This asshole goes and fucks her in the bathroom at the diner.”
“I didn’t say I fucked her,” I interjected.
“You didn’t have to. I saw that look on your face when you came out, and then I saw her as she got in her car a bit later. That girl was well fucked, and it sure as hell wasn't Sting.”
“So what are you going to do, Mason?” Massy stopped laughing. “Is she worth getting kicked out of the club?”
“Out is the goal, but no, getting booted isn’t going to help.” I rubbed the back of my neck. All of this plotting and planning was starting to wear me down. Massy gave Tick a worried glance then stood from the table.
“Maybe I can talk to her, or Marcus. I’ve known him since we were kids. He dated my older sister for a little while, maybe—”
“No.” Tick gave her a pointed look. “You stay the fuck away from Marcus and all of this. I’ve already told you, I don’t want you at the clubhouse anymore. Not until this is all over with.”
“You’re being an overprotective ass,” she shot back at him, but I could see she didn’t hold much heat behind the words. Her eyes were getting that glassy look Lucy started to get when I started giving orders.
“That might be so, but it’s your ass I’m protecting. You listen to me on this, Massy.” He stepped around the table and pulled her to look at him. “Don't you dare do anything dangerous or stupid. You stay out of this, got it?”
“Yeah.” She nodded, but I knew that look too.
So did Tick. “If you step so much as one toenail in the clubhouse, I swear you won’t sit for a week.”
“I’m pregnant,” she huffed. Neither of them seemed to mind I was in the room. Then again, we’d been family for so damn long, it wouldn’t surprise me if he carried through with his threat right there.
“Your ass can still take a beating.” He made his point with a pinch to her well rounded backside. She only shook her head and let out a loud sigh.
“Whatever.” With an exaggerated eye roll she turned and went back to her cooking. As tough as Massy always presented herself, when it came to Tick she softened like warm butter.