Mason_ Inked Reapers MC(1)(53)

“I think so. He doesn’t tell me much, mostly because I don’t want to know, but Jayson’s been pissing off a bunch of members because of this deal with the cartel. He’s making decisions completely on his own, holding secret meetings, sending small crews on odd jobs.”



“Like that Bernardo guy?”



“Something with him, yeah. One of the Reapers didn't make it back from one of their jobs, and Lucas thinks Jayson knows what happened.”



“But I thought Lucas didn’t like the Reapers like the rest of the Disciples.”



“Lucas doesn’t care about the Reapers as long as they stay in their territory. He doesn’t like Marcus, their president, though. Says he reminds him of Jayson.”



“Do you think both clubs are making their own plays for the cartel?” My palms started to sweat at the idea that Mason could be in trouble. He said he’d be gone for almost two weeks, where else could he have gone. If he went down to Mexico to meet with Bernardo behind the Disciples’ back, he could be walking into a trap, or worse.



“I don’t know.” She shrugged as she sipped her coffee. “So, you and Mason?” She eyed me carefully, like she was judging my reaction to his name. “Lucas says you two are pretty close.”



“Lucas spends too much time gossiping, I muttered, and sipped at my coffee.



“Mason is pretty hot, I can’t blame you. Besides, these clubs, they aren't family to you.”



“They are to you?”



“Lucas has become family to me. Jayson took care of me when my brother died; they were his family, so I try.” Her eyes saddened at the mention of her brother. I patted her hand, I knew that pain. “But we aren’t talking about me. Now, about Mason—”



“Mason is the bossiest, most possessive guy I’ve ever met.” I tried to put heat into my words, to cover up how much those personality traits turned me on, but she laughed, seeing right through me.



“It has its bonuses.” She waggled her eyebrows, which made me laugh hard enough to nearly spit out my coffee. “He reminds me of Lucas. The way he watches you when he’s in the clubhouse. Even when you don’t know it, his eyes are on you. Lucas does that, too. I think he’s talking with his guys and I’ll turn around and he’s staring right at me. And he won’t’ let anyone so much as smile at me without running to my side. At first I found it barbaric the way he shoved his way into any conversation I was having, but then I got it. He was protecting me.”



“Well, that explains why he’s never tried anything with me. He’s probably the only member who hasn’t…well…” I felt the heat creep up my face. “Except his constant ogling. Always wanting to see my breasts.”



I looked at her through lowered lashes, expecting to see an angry glare. She let loose another laugh and patted my hand. “Honey, that man has a huge tit fetish. The fact that he’s only asked to look and never touched is what matters.”



I finished my coffee in silence, unsure of what to say next. My thoughts continued to trail to Mason, wondering where he was, what he was up to, and if I should just hightail it out of town. If Jessica was right and there was shit brewing in the club, Jayson may be distracted enough not to try and find me. It could be my out.



“You have that look.” Jessica picked up my cup and took to the sink. “The one you get when you try concocting some getaway scheme.” This woman had gotten to know me a lot over the last few months. It would be hard to leave her. And Lucas.



“If what you're saying is true, if there’s an uproar, or whatever within the club—”



“You think Jayson will forget about you because he’ll be busy with the club crap.” She nodded. “That might be true, unless he thinks Mason has anything to do with it all, then he’s going to be even more determined to find you. He’ll think you ran off with Mason.”



“But if Jayson’s not president anymore—”

“Unless he’s dead, Jayson won’t forget an insult. And you running off with Mason would be an insult.”



My shoulders sagged at her words. He would come after us. If Mason was with me, he’d come looking for Mason. Or he’d go after Mason’s mom. I couldn’t let that happen. “Then I go before Mason gets back. Keep Mason out of it. If Jayson sees him when he gets back he’ll know he’s not with me, and he’ll just let it drop.” She shook her head, but I kept working it through out loud. “There’s a cabin my mom used to take me to every summer. Doyle, Mr. Jacob Doyle owned it. He let us stay there for a few weeks each summer. Not too far away, up in the hills. Near Springville. He’d let me stay there for a while, I bet.”