Mason: Inked Reapers MC

by West, Heather

  As my vision returned to me, and my breathing slowed I focused in on her. She had her head turned away from me, looking off into the distance. Gently, I nudged her chin until she looked up at me, her eyes soft and hazed. “Hey, there.” I kissed her nose, her cheek, her chin.

  She didn’t say anything, but wrapped her arms around me. Her arms felt soft, warm, and wonderful. “Hey, yourself.” She finally smiled. I laughed and rolled off, yanking the condom off and heading to the bathroom to clean up.

  When I returned to the room, she was snuggled under the comforter. I sank into bed behind her, pulling her up to me. The smell of her was intoxicating. Like homemade cookies right out of the oven. I nuzzled her neck, kissed her ear. I told myself I’d leave in a minute.

  When I woke up, it was to rays of sunshine beating on my face. I looked around the room and quickly realized I’d broken my own rule. I’d slept over. Lying beside Lucy hadn’t just been nice, it felt damn comfortable, like home. I remembered waking her up sometime in the darkness of the night and fucking her again. She’d been so beautiful with the moonlight shining into her room.

  “Hey, you’re awake.” Lucy’s soft voice came from the bathroom doorway. She stood with her short hair brushed back from her face, still wet from her shower it dripped onto her shoulders. The towel she clutched in front of her covered everything I wanted to see, but I didn’t make her drop it. I needed to get the hell out of there, I’d already overstayed.

  “Yeah. That sun’s brutal.” I jerked a thumb at her window and rolled out of bed. I could feel her eyes on me as I walked naked around her room, looking for my jeans. I was used to women getting their fill of me, I didn’t spend all those hours at the gym just because I wanted to be healthy.

  “You get used it.” She stepped around me while I pulled my jeans on and went to her closet.

  I watched her as she pulled a floral printed spring dress from her closet. She kept her back to me, as she dropped the towel. I only got a quick glimpse of her beautiful ass before the dress slipped over her head and covered her again. She scooped up the towel and tossed it onto the bed.

  “Plans for today?” I asked, not knowing why I would. I was out of my element. No girl stayed for morning chat, and I sure as hell never had.

  “Nothing exciting.” She shrugged. I saw her glance my way, but kept her gaze guarded. The fire wasn’t alive in her eyes anymore, a sadness had crept in.

  “How’d you end up with the Disciples? You don’t look like their usual type.” I pulled on my boots while watching her brush her hair at the dresser, still keeping her eyes off me.

  “A friend of mine was dating Marcus.”

  “Was dating?”

  “They broke up.” She looked at me then, through the reflection of the mirror. “He wouldn’t stop sticking his dick in anything that moved, and she wanted better.” I could see the accusation sitting in her gaze. There was no love for the MC in her eyes. What the fuck was she doing there then?

  “You know, club..uh… girls don’t have stick around if they don’t want. They aren’t patched. Why didn’t you go with your friend?” I slid my arms into my cut, adjusting the fit and staring at her in the reflection. A soft blush crept up her neck and she broke our stare, looking out the window.

  “I’m no club whore.” She whispered. “They have choices.”

  What the fuck did that mean? Before I could question her more, a knock on her door interrupted me. She unlocked it and had a quiet conversation with whoever was on the other side of it. When she turned back to me, with the door closed again, her face had paled slightly. She rebounded quick, though, pushing her chin up and squaring her shoulders.

  “So where’s your friend now? She just left you behind?” My question caught her off guard, she took a moment to think about what I was asking her.

  “She’s gone.” A wet lock of hair fell into her face and she tucked it back behind her ear. She looked so soft compared to the night before. Her makeup had been washed off, and only the minimal amount re-applied. Her eyes settled on him, but I could see her mind was wandering off elsewhere.

  “What do you mean, gone.” I walked over to her, running my fingers through my own hair to settle it down around my ears.

  “I mean gone. Dead.” Her voice told me more than her words did. She’d crossed Marcus, had told him no. Was Lucy afraid the same would happen to her if she didn’t stick around? I’d heard rumors the Disciples like to traffic sex workers, bring over young girls from across the border and having them work in their strip clubs to pay off their debt. Lucy obviously didn’t come from down south. Her pale skin and freckled complexion spoke of a European ancestry, not Mexican.

  “I’m sorry.” I laid a hand on her shoulder. I meant it. She looked shook up, either by our conversation or whatever the person at the door had to say. Her chest heaved as she took a deep breath, and then brought those beautiful brown eyes to mine. “How long ago?”

  “Two months.” She shook her head, as if that would rid herself of the memories she didn’t want. I cupped her chin, making her look at me. Such soft features did not belong in a hell hole like the Disciples clubhouse.

  I didn’t speak, only brought my lips down on her. I don't know what made me do it. Her sad look, the way she looked so innocent in her summer dress. All I knew is I needed to taste her. I hadn't taken the time the night before, but I was going to take it now. She didn’t resist me, she melted. I moved closer, pressing my body against hers, cradling her face in my hands. Fuck, her lips tasted like cherries, sweet cherry pie. Why did everything about her remind of me something wholesome and pure? I heard her moan, it was small, almost lost in the sound of my thumb rubbing her cheek. I pushed my tongue past her lips, and she opened for me sweetly. Her hands found their way up to my arms, holding the sleeves of my shirt, but not pushing me away. I commanded her at that moment, I owned her.

  When I finally dragged myself away, I looked down at her dazed eyes and smiled. “What was that for?” She asked, breathless.

  “I wanted to.” I released her and turned away, feeling like a stupid teenager hiding a boner. My body wanted her again, hell all of me wanted her again. And again.

  “You always just do what you want?” She questioned me as I pulled out my wallet. Her eyes darted from me to my hands and they darkened. Like a fast approaching storm that I couldn’t get away from. “I don’t want your fucking money.” She spat at me.

  I looked up at her with some bewilderment. “I’m not paying you.” I found myself defending myself. I held up the wallet. “Just checking my funds, I’m hungry and want breakfast.”

  Another blush covered her face, contrasting the patch of freckles over her nose. “Oh.”

  “Do you wanna join me?” I heard myself ask the question, but I swear my brain hadn’t thought of it. She shook her head.

  “No. Thanks, but I have a lot to do today.” She picked up her purse from the dresser and motioned to the door. “I can walk you out.”

  “No need. I have to see Jayson anyway real quick.” I had planned on calling him anyway, but my ass was still in his clubhouse it would make it easier. She just nodded and opened the door. We walked down the hall and into the large lounge area. A few bodies were moving around, but not much. She gave me a little wave, scanned the room with her eyes, and ducked out a side door.

  I’ve been fucking biker whores for a damn near a decade, and that girl was no biker whore.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  LUCY

  What the fuck was I thinking!? Mason Day was nothing but trouble, and I’d let him spend the night in my bed. He wasn’t the first guy Jayson threw my way to “entertain”, but none of them had made it out of the bathroom before I had their clothes in hand and the door open for their exit. At the time, I just chalked it up to exhaustion. Spending ten hours on my feet working the bar had taken its toll. But if I were going to be honest with myself, I would have to admit I didn’t want that man to leave.

  He’d been so in control, so domin
ating, I couldn’t stop myself from obeying all of his commands. What started out as a quick fuck to work off some of my debt, turned into something else entirely before he was through with me. His eyes. I’d never seen such a dark shade of blue before, and when he put them on me, I thought my skin was going to burst into flames.

  I can’t say his cockiness was unlike other bikers, but it was deeper. He wasn't’ covering up for some inadequacy or trying to be a show-off. He took possession of the room when he entered it, my room included. I had no chance once he’d stepped into my bedroom.

  And that kiss. I needed to forget that kiss. It was dangerous to think about something that felt so intimate, so real. I need to focus on my plan. I needed to figure out a way to get a second job, one that Jayson didn’t control. Between my earnings at the club and my own job, I could pay him off even faster. So I probably wouldn’t sleep for the next few months, I could sleep after. In my own bed. In my own apartment, where men didn’t pound down my door after having too much beer and didn’t have enough cash in their pocket to stumble over to the whorehouse next door.

  Jayson didn’t often grant the members permission to bother me. He preferred that I serviced him alone, but if they had enough cash, or were willing to serve up a favor in exchange, he’d allow it. Or if I’d pissed him off. The days I got smart with him, or looked at him the wrong way, I was sure to have some nasty drunk biker at my bedroom door.

  Mason wanted to know why I didn’t just leave. Like that was really an option. Kerri had tried that, tried walking away. She got all the way to her old apartment. The newspaper boy found her body in the street the following morning. Two shots to her head, but that’s probably not what killed her. The severe beating she took first most likely did her in, the bullets were just insurance. Disciple men weren’t used to being walked out on, not by anyone least of all their women.

  “Hi, can I help you?” An older woman with graying hair, smiled at me from behind the counter. My second goal of the day was to get information about enrolling in the nurses program at the junior college in town. After I had freed myself from the MC, I needed a career, not just a job to pay bills, but something that I could be proud of.

  “Yeah, I’m interested in the nurses program.” I looked at my phone, an hour before I needed to be back at the club or Jayson would start asking questions.

  I was given half a dozen pamphlets and sent down to the financial office to fill out applications for grants and stuff. Once all of that crap was done, I headed back to the clubhouse. I needed a car, my feet were killing me from all the walking. I didn’t want to waste money on the busses, every penny I had went to helping get me out of the MC sooner.

  I heard the roar of the motorcycles headed toward me, as I turned down the last street to the clubhouse. Three of them in Inked Reapers cuts. I recognized Mason right away, he lead the small pack headed in my direction. I tried to ignore him, pretend I didn't see him. The tilt of his head, and the shit-eating grin on his face told me he’d seen me. I tried to roll my eyes, but he’d already passed me and I forced myself to keep walking and not look back. Lucas met me at the gate.

  “You know that’s trouble, right?” He asked when I walked up to him.

  “What are you talking about?” I grumbled, zipping my bag to keep anyone from seeing the pamphlets inside.

  “Mayson Day lives and breathes Inked Reapers, if Jayson gets even a whiff that you two are anything more than nothing, he’ll have something to say about it.” Lucas nodded for Pepper, the newest recruit, to lock down the gate as we walked toward the clubhouse.

  “He is nothing.” I tried to assure him, but he must have seen the blush on my cheeks. “Nothing, Lucas.” I walked faster, I needed to get away from him. I trusted Lucas, he’d protected my ass more times than I could count, but he was a Disciple. And in the end, that’s what mattered.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  MASON

  Marcus spent most of the afternoon yammering about some new boat he wanted to buy. Deep sea fishing or some shit. I stopped listening after a while. A dark haired pixie kept walking into my thoughts and distracting me.

  “Mason.” Marcus slapped me on the back. When had he moved around the table? “Your first run with the Disciples is tomorrow. I want you to go over there today and finalize all the details. I don't’ want anything going wrong.”

  “You got it.” I nodded. Maybe I could relieve a little stress while I was there, too. “Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask. What do we know about the Disciples sex trade? I know they have that whorehouse out back, but those rumors of them trafficking women- any truth to it?”

  Prez eyed me quietly then looked around the room. The other guys watched us. I suddenly felt like I was living my high school nightmare of walking into the lunchroom in my boxers. “Nah. Not that I know of. Just rumors far as I know.” Marcus waved it off. “Besides what they do with their women, that’s their problem.” He rounded the table again and retook his seat addressing the whole room. “We don't’ need to be sticking our noses where it doesn’t belong. Keep this deal neat and tidy.”

  I nodded. No point in starting an argument. I had no proof and the club most likely wouldn't take any action with the truce in place. Once we pushed the Disciples out, then we’d be able to do something about it. Running drugs and weapons over the border didn’t toy with my conscience one bit, but enslaving a woman, making her into some dime store whore for those assholes benefit repulsed me.

  Everything wrapped up pretty quick and Marcus sent me on my way. Tick decided to tag along, and I was glad for the company. With him along, I’d have a better chance of keeping away from that Pixie.

  When we pulled into the courtyard of the Disciples, we were greeted by the same three guys as before. The guy, Lucas, seemed to be the most up and up about everything going on. The VP, Sting, didn’t sit well with me, something about his eyes always wandering during a conversion. If you can’t look at me when you're talking to me, you're hiding some shit.

  As we walked into the clubhouse, I heard a low mocking laugh. Jayson was sitting at the bar waving papers in front of Lucy’s face. Her eyes looked murderous, but she kept her mouth shut as he kept on rambling.

  “A nurse? A whore like you?” He opened one of the leaflets and laughed harder. “Says here you need to pass a test first. Do you even know any math? You’re pretty good with dick plus mouth equals payday, but do you know numbers?”

  “I was just getting information.” She pulled the pamphlet from his hands. “What were you doing in my room anyway?”

  “Your room?” His tone darkened quickly, and I took a step in her direction. Tick’s hand on my shoulder steadied me. “Bitch, that's my room. My bed. My furniture. And that pussy between your legs is mine, too. Forget this school shit. By the time you finish paying what you owe, you’ll be too old for school.” Her fingers gripped the papers so tight I could see her knuckles turning white. She didn’t respond though, she just tucked them away in her apron.

  “I’m half-”

  “You’re not even a quarter of the way, bitch. Every day you add more to your tab.”

  “Hey, Jayson!” Lucas stepped in front of us. “Got company.” I stepped to the side, keeping my eyes on Lucy. She looked up and her face flushed when her eyes met mine. While Jayson was preoccupied, she took the opportunity and fled the room. Jayson didn’t notice, but I saw the clenched fists, the unshed tears building. What the fuck was going on?

  “Hey!” Jayson threw on a fake grin and walked over to us. “Almost forgot you were heading over. Lucas here can finalize everything with you. I got some business to take care of at the strip club.” I gave him a nod, but kept watching the doorway where she fled. I was going to get some answers.

  CHAPTER SIX

  LUCY

  I stared at the nursing program pamphlets thrown on my bed. Jayson was probably right. I’d never get free of him, at least not while I still had enough energy to go to school. By then, I’d probably be too wrung out to do much with my
life other than keep going the way I was going.

  If listened to him, let him get into my head, I’d be stuck in his damn MC for the rest of my life, and that wasn’t’ going to happen. I had dreams. I wasn’t stupid, school came pretty easily for me. My mom always bragged about my grades in high school, before she got sick. Taking care of my mom took center stage after she was diagnosed with stage four lymphoma. I barely passed senior year, and college was out of the question. Every dime we had went to her medicine and doctor treatments. She held on for two years after I graduated and was able to find full-time work to help pay the bills, but in the end, it was all for nothing.

  Looking in the mirror at my short hair and over applied makeup, I felt the weight of my situation crushing me. My mother would have died twice over if she knew what I would become, the whore I turned into. Sure it wasn’t my choice, but the acts were the same. Men gave Jayson cash to fuck me, and I continued to do it. He said I was only a quarter paid up, but my calculations were twice that. He’d never let me go.