Mason: Inked Reapers MC Read Free

listened to Kerri.  She’d been dating Jayson’s brother and VP, Sting, he promised to make her his old lady.  When Kerri found out I was looking for a place to stay, she offered a room at the MC’s clubhouse.  Sting had said it was fine, Jayson even gave his blessing. Said to make myself at home. At first, everything seemed fine. On the surface, Jayson was pleasant and accommodating. I stayed out of his way as best I could, kept to myself and stayed out of everyone’s way.  I tried to get a job at a bar in town, but Jayson swooped in and insisted I just bartend for him while I was living there.  But then shit changed, like it always does.
     
                  Kerri and Sting broke it off, she found him in the kitchen, his cock buried in some girl's backside.  Sting threw her out when she said she didn’t share. I tried to go with her, she was the only connection I had to the club anyway, and that’s when Jayson’s true colors shined.  I owed him, three months back rent, plus “incidentals”, and unless I was going to pay I needed to work.
     
                  “You know, you could try smiling. It might help.” Lucas glanced at Jayson, who still glared my way.
     
                  “I don’t get why he keeps me here. He looks like he hates me most of the time.” I wiped down the counter and did my best to ignore his presence.
     
                  “Hate is just another form of passion to Jayson.” Lucas continued with his advice. Out of all the members, Lucas had been the nicest.  Not nice enough to get Jayson to let me free, but he never overstepped. Other than the creepy ogling, I felt safe when he was around.
     
                  “Well, I don’t need his passion.” My attention went to the front door of the club as it swung open and three large men sauntered in.  They weren’t Disciple’s. Their cuts were different, and their patches detailed their club. Inked Reapers. 
     
                  Lucas must have seen my concern. “It’s okay, babe. We’re expecting them.” I tried to relax. I should have been used to the tension, the fights and threats, but I was beginning to think I was never going to adjust to it all. 
     
                  He swung around on his stool and went to greet the men.  I recognized one of them as Marcus, he was the president of the Reapers and had been in the club a few times over the past week.  The other two were new.  A tall, bald man with ink around his ears, and a short beard covering his jawline stood as tall as Lucas. But, the man beside him, he was even bigger. He stood a few inches over the other men now huddling around them greeting them with handshakes; Jayson among them. 
     
                  A hard look settled on the taller man. Dark, blue eyes swept the room, stopping on me for a moment.  He raised an eyebrow when I didn’t shirk away, and a deep dimple appeared on his cheek when he grinned. A sadistic grin that sent a shiver through me. Lucas said something that drew his attention and the five of them headed the back room. 
     
                  Jayson glance my way, and I ducked my head down, moving around the bar pretending to be working.  Through the corner of my eye, I watched the menacingly tall man, and he watched me, too. 
     
                  With Jayson tucked away doing business, it was easier for me to breathe.  I finished stocking the bar and wiping down all the tables.  I had only another hour before I could go hide in my room while Jessica finished out the night.  The door rang, signaling Jessica’s arrival and I started to breathe a little easier.  If the meeting went well, she’d be slinging drinks to those guys for a few hours. Hopefully, I’d be fast asleep and my door locked before they started searching out their evening’s entertainment.  Jayson hated that I locked my door, at first, he'd forbidden it.