Mason_ Inked Reapers MC(1)(60)
Once I dragged in the groceries and my bag of clothes, I plopped down on the couch and took a deep breath. Mr. Doyle kept the cabin in good repair and even kept fresh potpourri in the bedrooms to keep the place from smelling like mildew.
My phone vibrated on the coffee table.
On my way home
Mason. It hadn’t even been a week. Did something go wrong? I stared at the screen, tempted to let him know what I’d done. I needed to stay strong. I hadn’t just left to get away from Jayson, I’d gone to keep Mason from making a mistake. He needed his life the way it was, and I was just a distraction. Him coming after me, that would start a war between the MCs that would only leave both sides full of blood and death.
You doing okay?
I turned off the phone and went to the master bedroom. I needed a nap. A month long nap.
CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
MASON
Marcus paced across the room while Tick and I finished explaining the fucked up situation from down south. His expression started out pissed, then quickly morphed into terrified. When we were done telling him everything, he threw his fist into the wall.
“This is bad.” He shoved his hands into his hair. “Where’s Charlie?” He stomped out of the room, leaving us sitting at the table alone, staring at each other. “Goddamn it!” When Marcus returned, without the VP, he picked up a chair and threw it across the room. It slammed into the wall and two legs broke off, wood splintered all over the floor.
Charlie finally showed up, buckling his belt as he sauntered in, and Marcus began to rehash the whole story to him. While they were having their hissy fit, I checked my phone. Still nothing from Lucy. I needed to get over there, get her away from Jayson. Whatever was about to play out wouldn’t be safe for her. She could get caught in the crossfire, and from the look on Marcus’s face, there would be fire.
“It makes no sense. Why would Julio turn on his brother?” Charlie rubbed the side of his neck. “And if he asked you two to do the job, why have someone else step in last minute? Did you give him any reason to think you wouldn’t do it?”
“No.” Tick shook his head. “I don’t know what the fuck happened. Carmella was never the target either. Maybe we were a fucking decoy, like Mason said. So that Carmella wouldn’t know he was gunning for her, too.”
“Could be.” Charlie looked to Marcus. “What’s the plan now? If Julio is running shit, will he keep our two clubs tangled up, or is he gonna let us each do our own business again?”
“I don’t know.” Marcus leaned over the table, propped up by his clenched fists. A layer of sweat began to take over his forehead, a single drop slid down his cheek. “Julio has his own game, no idea what he’s planning now.”
“Why did you agree to this shit without a club vote?” I asked, getting up. I heard enough, and I really didn’t give a rat’s ass anymore.
“Not everything needs a vote.” He growled at me, with narrowed eyes.
“Something like taking out a fucking cartel leader needs a vote!” I jabbed my finger into the table.
White teeth flashed at me. “You wanna run shit, is that what you're getting at?”
“What? Fuck no.” I shook my head.
“That’s why you fucked up down there, so Julio would have my head and you’d take the seat.” He rounded the table, headed toward me.
“You’re fucked in the head if you think I would turn on my club.”
“Why not? You want out, isn’t that what I’m hearing around here? You’ve lost love for your brothers?”
“I love this club.” I watched him stalk toward me, bracing myself for what he was bringing. His shoulders arched, his head ducked down. Pumping his fists at his side, he lunged for me.
I sidestepped, letting him crash down into the chair I’d been sitting in. The old fuck stumbled back up to his feet and turned on me again, seething. Spit flew from his mouth, and he went for me again. This time I let him come at me. He wrapped his arms around my midsection and tried to push me down. We collided into the wall, and I managed to get my arms under his and broke his hold on me.
“Marcus!” VP yelled.
“It’s because of that whore! That little bitch spread her legs for you and now you can’t get your head out of her pussy!”
His fist came at me. I ducked, managing to land a punch to his gut. Even with the thick layer of fat around his middle, he felt it. He cursed again, falling to his knees. He got back to his feet, but Charlie was behind him, pulling his arms back. “Knock it off!” he yelled at him, tossing him away from me.