He was trying to kill me. I was sure of it. I needed to come, right that second. I couldn’t wait any longer. “Please, Mason. Please,” I begged, and really didn’t give two shits if Tick or Massey could hear me.
“Just another second...Keep your fingers inside that pussy while you come, I want you to feel every bit of it. You can come now, Lucy.”
The green light lit, the gates opened. My eyes flew open, a scream stuck in my throat as my body contracted. Tighter and tighter my muscles clenched. My clit throbbed beneath my hand. I slowed the thrusts of my fingers, stroking gently until I could breathe normally again.
His chuckle brought me back to reality. “Luc? You there?”
“Yeah.” I closed my legs, wiping my wet fingers on the bedspread and straightening up against the head board. “I’m here.”
“Fuck, it’s hot just listening to you come, but I want to see the real thing. Soon, baby. Soon.”
“Mason.” I closed my eyes, trying to find the right words. “When this is all done—when you and Tick go—”
“We, Lucy. When we go east.” The hard voice was back, and my nerves settled.
“Okay.”
“You okay?”
“Fine. Just really tired all of a sudden.” I wasn’t lying. Even from hundreds of mile away, he’d managed to wear me out.
“Take a nap. I want you well rested for when you get back here, because I promise you, baby, you’re not sleeping a wink that night.”
It was my turn to laugh. “Promises, promises.”
“You’ll see, you’ll see.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
MASON
Two nights later Tick and I walked into a packed club house. All member mandatory meetings weren’t something you missed. When Marcus called one, it only meant one thing. Shit somewhere hit a fan.
Marcus stood at the helm as usual and slammed his gavel to start the meeting. I moved in the folding chair, trying to find a comfortable position. A man my size didn’t do well with crap metal for a seat. Tick and I sat in the back of the room, we’d left our cuts behind—we wouldn’t be sitting at the table again.
I looked around the room, not recognizing most of the members. So many of them only stopped by the club to pick up their cuts and get their orders. What I once saw as a brotherhood now looked more like a clubhouse full of wanderers. Only a dozen or so of the men sitting around me were full time, who sat beside me day in and day out; and out of those not one had reached out to me over the last week. After I dropped off my cut, I was an afterthought. My decision sat good in my conscience. This wasn’t my family.
My family sat in a cottage up north, waiting for me get back to claim her.
“Most of you already know shit with the cartel has gone south. Bernardo’s brother, Julio, has taken over down there, which means he’s running shit up here too.” Marcus’s face sagged. He had a paler complexion than usual. Even his eyes looked faded. “Julio wants peace between us and the Disciples, but Jayson could give two shits about peace. A few runs back, the Disciples ran off with Jasper, saying he took off, scared of the cops. But we know that ain't how it went down. They gunned him down. Disciples wanted the whole job to themselves, so they concocted the lame ass story that our guy was chicken shit and ran away.”
I looked over at Tick. His jaw clenched as he watched the room erupt in anger. Vows to get revenge, promises to get them back, all thrown around the room. Why would Marcus suddenly believe that Jasper didn’t hightail it out of there that day?
“Jayson’s losing his grip over there. The Dsciples are talking about a new president, throwing Jayson aside. Jayson’s been trafficking women through his club for years. Treating them like animals, beating them, starving them. The club’s had enough, and I’ve had it, too. We have our share of whores and the like, but we don’t cage them up and beat them. We sure as hell don’t pimp them out to the public.” His eyes locked with me, but only for a moment, before he started his rant again. “So I say we join this little rebellion of theirs, help get Jayson the fuck out of their club.”
“Why’s their problem our business? Let them run Jayson out, what difference does it make to our club?”
“It’s not just a club problem. What they’re doing to those girls, it ain’t right.” He swept his gaze past me again, but I remained silent. It wasn’t my fight anymore. “Mason, you brought this to us a few months ago. I should have listened more then.” Heads turned, and dozens of pairs of eyes turned on me. Well, fuck. So much for staying out of this shit. “I know we are taking a vote tonight about your retirement, and we will. I only ask that you consider this last job, this last run for the club. Help us get Jayson the fuck off the street and put someone with more sense in his chair.”