Mason: Inked Reapers MC

by West, Heather

  “How was your day?” Miles asked as they eventually parted.

  “It was great,” Brea smiled. And it truly had been. She’d worked on two new clients today. Everyone had loved her work and gushed about it to her. The look on their faces, as they admired Brea’s art, which had been permanently inked into their skin, was priceless. Each time, Brea would swell with pride and remember what had drawn her to becoming a tattooist in the first place.

  “And it’s about to get even better,” Miles was disappearing towards the sleek modern kitchen, which was attached to the main living area. The entire apartment was based on an open plan creating a ton of room and brightness. Glorious natural light flooded in through the large windows making everywhere seem even more perfect.

  When Miles returned, he was carrying a small gift bag which appeared to be from the boutique jewelers in town. Brea’s face lit up as he handed it to her.

  “You didn’t have to get me anything,” she swiftly protested.

  “Of course I did,” they sat down together on their leather sofa as Brea opened the bag. “You already gave me my gift.” Miles made a fist, revealing how Brea’s name had recently been tattooed across his fingers.

  Brea rummaged through the tissue paper, to find a small black box at the base of the bag. Her heart was racing as she pulled it up to her chest and slowly opened it. In the box was a beautiful golden ring with diamonds set in it to the shape of a perfect bow. It was beautiful. Each precious stone sparkled magically in the sunlight.

  “Oh, Miles, it’s perfect,” Brea gushed. It was the ring she’d admired in the window as they’d been walking through town together on one lazy Sunday afternoon.

  “The lady at the store said the size should be fine but, if not just pop in and ask for Giselle.”

  Brea was only half listening as she slipped the ring onto her left hand. It went nearly all the way to her knuckle but was blocked by the golden band which was already sitting there. Brea extended out her hand and admired her new ring.

  “I love it.”

  “And I love you,” Miles reached over and cupped her head in his hands, kissing her softly. “Happy one-year anniversary, baby,” he murmured contentedly.

  Brea closed her eyes and let the kiss deepen, remembering how a year ago, she and Miles had driven up to Vegas and made a promise to love each other forever. They were done running, done hiding from demons that might not even be chasing them. As man and wife, they made the decision to find a town in California that they both liked and stayed there. And now a whole year had passed and life was better than ever, better than Brea could ever have imagined it would be.

  “I was thinking we could go grab dinner at the fish place we like down by the docks,” Miles said when their kiss ended. Brea reached for his recently tattooed fingers, interlocking them with her own. She loved how small her hand felt when she placed it in his. Miles always made her feel so safe, so protected.

  “Do you think one day I can call him?” she wondered dreamily. Miles leaned forward to plant a tender kiss upon her forehead.

  “One day,” he vaguely promised. Brea gave a wistful smile and started to think about what she’d wear that evening. She didn’t dwell on the topic of her estranged brother any longer. Sylar was back in their hometown. He was leading the Blood Pact and embracing his choice to lead a life of violence and crime. Did he ever spare a thought for Brea the way she did for him? One day when she did eventually make that fateful call and reach out to him, would he welcome it? Or had the divide which erupted between them grown too wide, too impassable?

  “Thank you for marrying me,” Miles’ lips grazed against hers as he kissed her one last time before standing up. “I’m going to go and shower.”

  Brea felt her heart flutter when she looked up at him. He was still so handsome, so powerful. He could make her feel giddy with just one look.

  “No, thank you for marrying me,” she corrected him with a smile as she stood up and taking his hand in hers, began leading him through their apartment towards the plush bathroom which was adjoined to their sumptuous bedroom. Their every movement was bathed in glorious, golden sunshine. It was all perfect, like walking in a dream. Brea had never been happier. She shot Miles a flirtatious look as she entered the bathroom and began removing her shorts and t-shirt. She knew with every reliable beat of her heart that they would always be together.

  THE END

  I f***ing hate him!

  He's arrogant, he's cocky, he's the star of a college soccer team... and he's everything that a girl like me should despise.

  He didn't even know my name before this year.

  So why can't I keep him off my mind?

  Maybe it's because his dad is about to marry my mom.

  Maybe it's because I've had the worst crush on him through all of high school.

  Maybe it's because he's at my house now taking a shower after soccer practice, and my mom just told me to go hang a fresh towel by his bed.

  The water stopped and I know he's getting out, so why am I still at the foot of his bed with the towel in my hands...

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  Heather

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  It isn't easy going home – not when HE'S there.

  How couldn't I love him? His blond hair, tousled from his football helmet, the muscles rippling along his quarterback shoulders, the way he looks at me when we pass each other half-clothed in the hallway in the middle of the night...

  His eyes, exposing me. Baring me. Stripping me down to nothing but skin and desire.

  I've never wanted anything like I wanted him to cross the distance between us.

  I can't act on this lust, can't say anything. It would destroy our family.

  But I'm only human. And he's sleeping in the room next door...

  Danny

  I'm happy to see her, of course.

  But it's hard to ignore the feeling she ignites in my chest.

  Once upon a time, that used to be enough. But not anymore.

  Now, when she looks at me and bites her lower lip, desire flashing through her eyes, I worry that I will lose control. I don't know if I'll be able to stop myself from doing what we both want – making her mine.

  The problem is, she's mine already.

  And she's sleeping in the room next door.

  Stepbrother Dom

  He was the last thing I wanted. But we can’t always get what we want.

  He was my once-best-friend, my ex-neighbor, and overall, the most infuriating and arrogant S.O.B. named Domenic Thomas, whose dazzling smile and mouth-watering physique could break every heart in the room. He was the star of the high school baseball team, and his nickname was DTF—his first two initials, but conveniently standing for Down To F***, because f***ing is what he did best.

  And the last time we saw each other, we had sex. Mind-blowing, life-altering, incredible sex.

  And he hasn’t spoken to me since.

  I was young, stupid, and a little in love back then. I was the simple, quiet, plain straight-A’s girl who nobody, let alone Domenic, should have noticed… But that doesn’t matter now. I’m planning on never seeing him again.

  It’s been six years since my worst mistake and heartbreak, and now he’s coming back… and there is no way I can stay away from him. Because the reason he’s coming back is that our parents are getting married.

  That’s right. The man who took my f***ing virginity and left without a word wasn’t just a much-hated stranger anymore...

  Shadow

  Sky

  He seems to hate me but I have no idea why.

  Or am I mistaking hate for something else?

  If only I could remember him. Or anything, really.<
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  Within that perfectly chiseled body, his insides are black—he’s rotten underneath. He’s dangerous, dark, and yet somewhere deep inside myself I know what it feels like to scream his name.

  I catch him staring and he pulls away like I’m the poisonous one. He’s a killer. I know it. He lives to harm others. I’m sure those rugged, strong hands have squeezed the life out of many. And yet I still want them on my body.

  And he wants it too.

  But this is madness. My life is in shambles and adding him to the mix with his murder and mayhem will only make it worse.

  So why am I living for the moment I’ll scream his name again?

  Shadow

  I don’t have room in my life for her bulls***.

  But there she goes again, playing the little wounded bird, always needing me to swoop in and save her.

  She says she can’t remember what made her shut me out—she can’t remember anything at all. But I see that familiar look in her eyes like she knows how good we made each other feel.

  I’m the fool who falls for it again and again. For a wounded bird, she’s got her claws in me deep.

  And that’s exactly how I want it. She might not be able to recall her sleek legs wrapped all around me, her perfect ass perched on the bars of my motorcycle in the moonlight, but I’ll never forget it.

  This time I’ll keep my guard up. I’ve got bigger things to worry about than Sky taking flight once more. She can’t break my heart again if I don’t give it up.

  As if I ever got it back from her the last time.