He had a point. We both knew, hell, we all knew, that was exactly what happened. Marcus didn’t agree, but that wasn’t a shock. It was just one more thing he seemed to turn a blind eye to when it came to the Disciples.
“You’re right. I know it, man. Okay. Then we keep moving towards getting our out.” I finished off my beer.
“So how many more runs do you think we need before we can start laying the groundwork for our out?”
“I think at least two more big ones. You know, there’s a chance Marcus won’t let us out that easy.”
“Because of Lucy you mean.” He plopped back down at the table with me. “You know if you take her, help her get out of Jayson’s clutches, he’s going to come after you. And if he comes after the club, Marcus will join him.”
“I know all of that.” I nodded. “You think I should leave her be? Let her be old lady to that asshole? Would you leave Massy there?”
“Massy is different. She knows the life. This girl, Mason, she got looped in there. Lucas was telling me about her. She was a friend of one of Sting’s girls. Her mom had died a bit ago and she was trying to get on her feet. She knew that friend from high school or something. Anyway, somehow she ends up at the club, free room and board, but she doesn’t know Jayson. He doesn’t play that way. Not with a hot chick like her.”
“I know all of this already,” I growled.
“Then you know that Jayson and Sting killed that girl, her friend. Those assholes don’t just let the girls go if they don’t want them to go.” His eyes bored into me with frustration.
“I know what you're telling me, what you're trying to warn me from, but I'm telling you, I’m not leaving that girl back there. You’re right. She has no fucking business in this life. She has no idea what those guys or any other club can do to her, not really.” I shoved away from the table and started to pace the kitchen. “I know that getting her free of them will put a mark on me, and her, and my mom.”
“Your mom?” Tick glared up at me.
“Jayson told her that if she doesn’t back off he’d go after my mom and me.”
“That fucking pussy. Did you say something to Marcus?”
“Fuck no. I don’t trust him right now. Something’s going on with him and this cartel thing. I get that it’s bringing in a lot of cash to the club, but there’s something more. Something he’s not telling us. Besides, he told me to stay away from Lucy, remember?”
“Man, you really know how to get tangled up in shit.”
I pulled out my phone after it buzzed and grinned at the screen. Lucy.
He’s letting me out tomorrow afternoon for “coffee” with my friend.
“I know, but you’d do the same for Massy,” I countered again while I typed my reply.
I’ll stash my bike in the garage at the diner. Meet me there.
Tick stared off into the kitchen where Massy was mixing together pasta and her homemade
sauce. “I’d do pretty much anything for that woman.” He shrugged and left me sitting with my phone in my hand while he went to her, wrapped his arms around her middle. and kissed her neck.
Don’t be late, I texted. I was counting down the minutes until I’d have that girl in my arms again.
CHAPTER TWENTY
LUCY
“Grab your shit. You’re moving into my apartment,” Jayson announced from my doorway. His eyes were still bloodshot, and from the way he ran his fat hand over his swollen belly I got the impression he wasn’t feeling all that great. His drinks may have been a little strong the night before.
“What’s wrong with my room?” I stopped brushing my hair to glare at him. It had been two days since he announced to the club that I was now his old lady and no one was to touch me. Two days that I had to keep myself out of his eyesight and keep his drinks flowing enough to ensure he’d be too drunk to get his dick hard.
“It’s all the way over here, and I’m all the way over there.” He pointed down the hall. “When I want a fuck, I don't want to have to go find you. Now get your shit.” He covered his mouth as his cheeks puffed, then let out a long breath. “Fuck. No more of those mixed drinks.” Then he left. I looked around the room at the few things I owned. My clothes, makeup, and shoes. That about covered it. I had sold everything after mom died to pay for the funeral and hospital expenses. All so I could start over here in this town, with a new life. I shook my head at my own stupidity.
“Hey, Jayson said you needed a hand.” Lucas appeared in my doorway.
“No, I’m fine. I can handle it.” I sat on the bed and looked over at my cell. Mason hadn’t texted me yet, and I wasn't sure if we were meeting again. The short visit we had at the diner the other day, in the garage, had left me more confused than ever. Physically everything was fucking great. I’d never thought cable ties could be used for so many fun things. It was the after part that left me worried. The more time we spent together the more time we wanted to spend. Jayson would eventually find out, and someone was going to get hurt.
“Look, kid.” Lucas pushed away from the doorway and stepped into my room. “I know this isn’t what you want. I know you want out of here. But you can’t keep getting him drunk like that. He’s going to eventually notice. And he’s gonna notice you disappearing in the afternoons.”
I snapped my eyes to him and he grinned.
“I’m not as stupid as Jayson.” He looked over his shoulder before he continued. “I see you. I see the way you flush when Mason walks in the club. The way his eyes are always on you. It’s dangerous.” He spoke in a hushed anger. “You are going to get yourself killed.” He pointed a finger at me.
“Geez, Lucas. I didn’t think you cared.” My snide remark wasn’t fair. Lucas had done plenty for me. He’d run interference for me constantly, keeping the members away as much as he could. He never took advantage, and he managed to keep peace between Jayson and me. If I needed anything, he did his best to procure it for me. Hell, I had a meeting coming up with a counselor at the junior college to get enrolled in the nursing program. That had been all Lucas’s doing.
“I can’t save you from this if he finds out,” Lucas bit out at me.
“I don't need saving.” I threw my hands in the air. “Why do all of you biker men think that because I’m a woman, I automatically need your help. Maybe I can save myself. Maybe I can figure a way out of this mess all on my own.” Even I knew I was blowing smoke.
Lucas looked at me with a narrowed expression. A muscle in the side of his neck began to pulsate. Not a good sign. “I know you got a bullshit deal. Kerri never should have brought you here. She knew what kind of man Jayson is. She knew it and she took advantage.”
“Wait. What?”
He took a deep breath and rubbed his hand over his face. “You think it was just a coincidence you coming here and Jayson talking to you the way he did? You think Kerri didn’t know what would happen if Jayson gave you safe haven?”
“Kerri was an old friend. She was just being nice, giving me a place to crash. She couldn’t have known.” I shook my head. Warding off even the idea that she had anything to do with the mess I ended up in.
“When she left here she didn’t even wake you up, she snuck out the back, leaving you behind. Why do you think that was?” His voice got lower, more menacing, as he continued to lay out the doubt for me.
I had wondered the same thing at the time she ran away. She’d left me, hadn’t even told me she was leaving. But when they found her body the next day, I was too scared and shocked to wonder about that. “Are you saying she knew Jayson would want me for himself? That doesn’t make any sense. He didn’t want me. He handed me off to anyone who would pay him enough money,” I pointed out.
Lucas laughed and shook his head. “How many members actually came in here for a fuck?”
His crude question would have made me blush months ago, now, it merely came with my day to day conversations. “How many, Lucy?” he pushed on.
I thought back. “Only a handful. Most of the
m just wanted…” I waved my hand, hoping he’d just fill in the blank. I may have been turned into a whore over the past several months, but I still hadn’t gotten my head to wrap itself around the idea.
“Exactly. If Jayson wanted you to be the club whore, he would have thrown your ass out back with the other girls. He didn’t. He let only a select few use what he thought was his.” The entire conversation made my stomach turn.
“Why? To break me in?” I scoffed.
“No. To break you down. Think about it. Except for Mason, he’s never let anyone come in here twice except for a blowjob. He just wanted you to come down a bit, lower yourself to his standards, and then he’d snatch you up. But you want out. You’ve been trying to actually pay him back this make believe debt.”
“Make believe?” I stared at him with a new dawning. Everything I’d been doing for the past months were for nothing. Jayson was never going to let me go. “She brought me here as payment for something?”
Lucas ran the back of his hand along his jaw. “Possible recruit, I think. She was supposed to bring him a new girl for the house out back. Next thing I knew, you were here. Jayson must have taken a liking to you, though. He gave you a room in the club, made nice for a while.”
I had called an old friend for help, and she sold me to the MC? If Jayson hadn’t liked what he saw the night I walked in, what would have happened? I would be living out back with the other girls, fucking in stalls and sucking dick behind a screen? “Why kill Kerri?”
Lucas looked behind him again then shook his head. “I’m not going there with you. I have a life I’d like to keep, too. But understand this. Some women don’t get that club business stays club business. Sometimes they shoot their mouth off when they see their old man getting his dick sucked by some other girl and start making threats to open their traps to the wrong people.”
My face chilled at his words. Kerri knew something about the club and was going to expose them. “Those girls out back…” I said more to myself than to him. “Most of them…they didn’t show up looking for work, did they?” I put a hand up in the air between us. “No. Don’t answer that. I don’t need you to.”
“Stay away from Mason. He’s just like any other biker out there. He’ll take you in, fuck you till he’s bored, then he’ll stash you away and move on. In the meantime, you’ll have Jayson chasing you down. Because he doesn’t know what you do or don’t know, and he won’t take your rejection lightly.”
I didn’t answer him, just nodded numbly. It didn't seem to matter which way I turned, another roadblock popped up. “So what, I just stay with him forever? I don’t love him, Lucas. I can barely stand him. When he touches me, I literally have to keep myself from puking.”
Lucas’s forehead tightened, his eyes wrinkled around the edges. He understood but was helpless to do anything about it. “I know, but for now, it’s all you can do.”
“Is there an out?”
“Not yet,” Lucas admitted. “Give him what he wants, maybe he’ll get bored with you. You are a little more straight-laced than he likes.”
I laughed a short laugh. “What normally bores guys about me is exotic to him?”
“For now. It will probably pass.”
“Then what? He throws me in the back?”
“I don't think he would. I think he’d just toss you out. Unless you piss him off,” he pointed out. “Just lay low, Lucy. And stay the fuck away from the Reapers.”
“Okay, Lucas. I got it.” I pulled out my suitcase from under the bed and unzipped it. “Thanks, Lucas.” I said when he turned to leave.
“Thank me when you’re in that rust bucket headed for out of town.” He gave me a wink at the door then walked away, whistling his way down the hall.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
MASON
Another fucking meeting. I swore this club was beginning to turn into a goddamn corporation. Marcus called everyone into the room and began lecturing everyone on the few jobs we’d been running outside the cartel deal. The financial business went quickly as he tossed out envelopes to everyone for their cut in the latest drop. I pushed the fat envelope in my inside pocket and leaned back in my chair, letting Marcus blow off steam.
He was beginning to do that a lot lately. Just ramble on and on for no reason but to make himself look important. He went over the next job and pointed to me. “Mason is the lead on this drop. It’s a long one. It’s gonna take a few days.”
“Days? Where we going? Mexico?” I laughed.
“Yeah, dipshit. You have to do the pick up just south of the border this time.”
I sat up straight in my hair. “You want us to cross the border with a truck full of fucking guns and blow?”
“Bernardo needs this favor. You go down there, stay for a few days, make nice with his crew, then they’ll load you up and send you north.”
“And get through border patrol with all that shit in the back?” Tick kicked me under the table, but I know he was thinking the same damn thing. “How many of the Disciples are coming on this run?” I switched gears.
“None. This one is all ours.” Marcus didn’t look at me when he made that statement. He licked his lips a few times and looked around at the other members. “They’ll get a run later on without us tagging along.” He shrugged his shoulders and scratched his bearded chin. I looked over at Tick, who had the same expression as he had when he walked in the room.
“What about Jasper? What are doing about him?” I pressed on.
“He’s a deserter. If anyone sees him, you drag his ass back here for reckoning.” Marcus stabbed his finger into the table. “Understood?”
“Deserter?” I scoffed. “Marcus, there’s no way-”
“I don’t’ want to hear another fucking word about it.” He slapped the table. “You leave this afternoon. Take Tick with you. Two others if you think you need it, but I would think the more you have the more trouble you’ll come into at the border.”
Before I could argue any further he slammed his gavel like some high handed judge and stalked out of the room. I glared at his back then turned to Tick.
“The border patrol is going to search that truck.” I jerked my thumb at the door where the rest of the members filed out of the room.
“Of course they are.” Tick nodded. “And there won’t be any Disciples there. Just us.”
“What does that mean? Why would Marcus put his own members in danger like that?”
“I think he’s got something going with the cartel that he’s not telling us, or the Disciples.”
“What do you want to do? You don’t need this run, I can take it.”
“Fuck that.” Tick glared at me. “I’ll be there with you. We’ll take one other guy and that’s it. This Bernardo better have a plan to get us through the patrol without getting busted.” He pushed back from the table and adjusted his cut. “’Cause if I don’t make it back, Massy will take her pregnant ass down there and start asking questions.” He paused a moment. “I need to go see her, let her know I’ll be gone a while. She’s not going to like it. I’m going to have to soothe her first.” He gave me a shit eating grin and a wink and headed out. “You might want to do the same,” he called as he walked through the clubhouse.
Lucy wouldn’t know to meet me. I tried shooting her a text, but she never responded. We only had another hour before we were to get in the truck and head out.
“Mason.” Marcus walked up to my bike as I hopped on. “Listen, I need you to keep a clear mind when you're down there. Make sure Bernardo is happy with this run. It’s a big one, I know, and you'll be getting a big fucking piece of the pie. But don’t make a single move without his okay or mine. Got it?”
I snapped on my helmet and nodded. I tried to imagine the man I’d known for the last decade standing before me, but the image was lost in the mess of a man standing there now. The Marcus that patched me in, took Tick and me under his wing, he was no longer there. That Marcus was all about club, family, and community. This one, he only
gave a fuck about money and getting the bigger score. Even if it meant putting his club in jeopardy.
“Does Bernardo know there won’t be any Disciples with us?” I asked over the roar of my engine.
“Yeah, I told you, they get the next one.” His eyes shifted when he spoke and another shiver ran down my spine. Everything told me to get out of that run. Not to step foot on Mexican soil. But he was my president, and until I took my out, I didn’t have much choice. “Where you going anyway? If you’re going to make it close to the border by nightfall, you need to get your ass in gear.”
“Going to see my ma before we go. Need to drop off her rent. I’ll be back in an hour.” He didn’t look any more convinced about my lie than I did his, but we left it at that.
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