Mason_ Inked Reapers MC(1)(80)
“Yeah, they’ll be fine. Did you say Lucy asked to learn how to shoot?”
He looked up at me and laughed. “Yeah. Massy said she tried talking her out of it, but she kept on about it. Guess your little girl is all grown up.”
“Don’t talk like that, that’s gross.” I screwed up my face. Little girl. That woman was many things to me, but little girl wasn’t one of them. Every inch of her attested to her womanhood.
“Gross?” He laughed. “What about Marcus?”
“Nothing. No one in or out all night. If we have a few hours, I need to catch a few minutes of sleep. Get out.” I shoved him off the bed and jumped on, kicking off my boots.
“I told Massy to meet me at home—”
“No. Jayson could have someone there. I’ll tell Lucy to meet at our usual spot.” Typing a few directions to her to go along with the change of meet up, I tucked the phone back in my back pocket. “Now go. Give me an hour.”
“How we gonna get out of here? Marcus locked down the place.”
“The women and kids are locked, you asshat.” I turned over, giving him my back. “We’ll be fine. One hour.”
I heard the door click behind him and closed my eyes. Just a minute of sleep.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
LUCY
If I thought my ass hurt after the little bit of spanking Mason had given me the last time I’d seen him, it was only because I hadn’t ridden on the back of a motorcycle down back roads and dirt roads for five hours with Massy at the bars. By the time Massy circled round back of the diner and headed for the garage, I was ready to jump of the mechanical horse, parked or not.
“Not much of a biker, are you?” Massy kicked down the kickstand with her booted heal.
“Not much of a driver, are you?” I shot back at her with a grin, more of a grimace, but she got the idea. Her laugh echoed in the courtyard and the door to the garage flew open. Mason and Tick marched out, both looking ready to spit nails.
“Not now, Tick. I have to pee.” She waved him off and headed toward the diner with Tick close on her heals.
“You hurt?” Mason’s gruff voice asked. He looked like he was still debating between kissing me and yelling at me, but my stiff movements stilled him. He looked me over, assessing me. “You’re wearing jeans.” He walked up to me, hooking his fingers into my belt loops, turning me one way then the other.
“Yeah, riding in a dress isn’t very practical.” I tried to smile, but I wasn’t sure if he was mad at me yet or not.
“Hard ride?” His hands wandered up my torso, until he reached my face.
“Yeah.” I nodded. “Those back roads are a bitch.” He laughed. A loud laugh that rumbled through his chest. He cupped my face and kissed me, a hard, unyielding kiss.
“The only one who's teaching you to use a gun is me, you got that?” He kept his forehead pressed against mine as he growled at me.
“It doesn’t really matter. I’m never touching one again,” I whispered. I’d killed a man. Good or bad, that had to sit in my memory for the rest of my life. He must have seen the guilt in my eyes, because he tilted my chin back, forcing me to look at him.
“That shit up there, that wasn’t your doing.”
“If I had been aiming for him, I would have missed.” I tried to joke, to play it off like it wasn’t tearing me apart that I’d killed. Good life or bad life, I’d stolen it.
“Sting doesn’t play games, Lucy. If he was sent up there to get you, he wasn’t playing. He would have hurt or killed Massy and taken you back with him, but not before he had his fun.”
“I know.” I yanked my chin from his grasp. “I have lived in his clubhouse for the past several months. I am aware of what shit he’s capable of doing.” I knew my mouth was irritating him; it wasn’t his fault, this person I slowly turned into. But he was the only one there to take the heat I need to get rid of. “So what’s the big plan now?” I kicked a pebble with my toe. “More shuffling around?”
“Lucy. I know you had a shit day—”
“A shit day? Mason, I killed someone. Killed. His body is buried under a pile of leaves, because I couldn’t dig a fucking hole fast enough to bury him in before we left. Someone’s going to find him, and I’m going to go to jail.” I hadn’t realized I was yelling until I noticed Tick and Massy staring at us from the corner of my eye.
“You are not going to go to jail.” Mason gritted his teeth. I knew he meant it, he’d probably confess to the murder himself to keep me from going to prison. His protection wasn’t the issue. It was that I needed so fucking much of it.