Mason_ Inked Reapers MC(1)(76)
“Dammit, Tick. I was thinking,” I growled.
“Yeah, but with which head.” He grinned. I sighed and adjusted my erection in my jeans.
Women bitched about all the torments they had just for being a woman, but at least when they got all hot under the collar for a guy, it wasn’t put on display. Their panties soaked up their juices.
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Seriously, what’s his game? He doesn’t give a shit who’s running things over there, why get the whole club involved?”
I looked over at Marcus, who made his way through the groups of members and their families, heading to the back apartment entrance. His apartment.
“I don’t know. He doesn’t give a shit. It’s not that he wants Lucas in charge, or that he cares about Julio. This is all one big cluster fuck.” I kicked the dirt with my boot. “But he did seem pretty damn interested in where our girls were.”
“Your girl,” Tick corrected me, running his hand back and forth over this smooth head. “He don’t give a shit about Massy. If I said she’s staying with family out of town, that would be all he needs. It’s your girl he’s after, Mason. He wants that pixie girl home.”
“That’s the impression I got,” I agreed with him. Marcus stood on the small porch outside his apartment, lighting a cigarette. “I told him the girls were about three hours south. Hopefully that’ll keep him busy. He’ll send a few guys down there. But we need to see which guys.”
“You think he’d send our own guys after her?”
“I don’t know what that fuck he’s capable of anymore. If it’s not our guys, it’s someone from the Disciples. But guys who are loyal to Jayson or loyal to Lucas?”
“Jesus fucking Christ, this is fucked up.” Tick pulled out a pack of smokes from his back pocket and shoved the crinkled cigarette between his lips.
“I thought you quit that shit.” Massy had hounded him for a solid month until he stopped smoking.
“I did.” He shrugged, holding the lit lighter up to the tobacco filled tip. “Massy isn’t here. I won't inhale. Okay?” He took a deep drag, and his eyes rolled with pleasure only a smoker would experience as the smoke hit the back of his throat. “Fuck.” He looked down at the cigarette in his hand. “That woman will have me drinking lattes and appletinis if I let her keep having her way.”
“Bullshit. Massy wouldn’t be seen dead with a latte.” I laughed. “And I’m pretty sure it was you who ordered that appletini the last time she dragged our asses into a decent restaurant.”
“Fuck you. I just wanted to try it.” He took another drag and nodded toward Marcus. “So what are we going to do with him?”
“For now, we wait and watch. We need to keep an eye on him at all times. We need to know who he’s in bed with before we can pull him out. I’m gonna call Lucy.” I pulled out my phone and headed away from him, needing some privacy.
“Okay, but no more phone sex. That girl slept like the dead for a good two hours last time you two talked on the phone. Massy had a hell of time waking her up.” I let out a loud laugh and kept on walking.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
LUCY
“What’d he say?” Massy asked me as soon as I stepped back in the living room.
“Which one? Your husband kept yelling things over Mason’s shoulder.” I laughed.
She rolled her eyes, but the grin she gave me told me she didn’t mind much about her husband. “Okay, what did my Neanderthal say, then yours.”
“Yours said, You tell that woman she better be resting. No hikes in those damn woods!”
Massy gripped her stomach and laughed hard. “You got his voice pretty good.” She wiped a tear from her eye. “Of course I'm resting.” She waved her hand over her body. With her feet propped up on a pillow, and a few more pillows behind her back, she looked like a queen riding in her boat down the Nile River. “Where am I gonna go? See, that man is just ornery to be ornery.”
“Mason was just as bad.” I patted her shoulder and headed for the recliner. Leaning back, I popped up the foot rest. “He did say they were stuck for a few more days, but wouldn’t give me any details. Just told me to sit tight and not worry. ’Cause that’s what I do best.” I looked out the window of the cottage at the tree line just outside. “Didn’t Tick leave a gun with you?”
“Yeah, it’s in the bedroom. Don’t worry, hon, no one is going to be knocking on that door.”