to agree to tell me what I need to know. Then, I can move forward to step two.
Chapter 24
Whitley
“You have lost your fucking mind. You think he wouldn’t come back? He sat with you while you barfed Whit. Not even I am willing to do that,” Jackson snickers at me. I take a pull from the bottle of bourbon and wince as it slides down my throat before passing it back to him.
“He left while I was asleep. Who the fuck does that?” I grumble.
“The man that came back for you last time. I’m pretty sure he likes you Whit. The motherfucker was moaning and groaning in his sleep all night. Oh Whitley, I love you,” he mocks.
“If you’re gonna sit there and mock me at least do it right.”
My stomach quivers as I look over my shoulder and see Mason standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his broad chest.
“How the hell did you get in?” I snap as he grins at me.
“This isn’t the safest or the best put together apartment. I could probably kick my way through the fuckin’ wall.”
As he comes toward the couch my chest tightens. I wonder how much of our conversation he heard. Mason drops onto the couch next to me and reaches over to drag my body against his. With his lips kissing my neck, he mumbles, “Hi.”
“Hi.” My voice catches in my throat. His lips are like a fire that burns across my skin.
“And you thought he wouldn’t come back?” Jackson asks breaking our moment.
Mason pulls back, but his gaze doesn’t leave mine. “You didn’t think I’d come back?”
“I just didn’t think you had a reason to.”
“I’ll always come back, Whit.”
Those four words send me over the edge of my sanity. The way he watches me, and just takes me in. It’s almost more than I can handle. I’ve never had anyone care for me besides Jackson. I’ve always had what I thought was love, but it wasn’t. Alvaro wasn’t love. He was a user. He used me for his own sick purposes like so many others before him.
“I’m leaving this barf fest,” Jackson mumbles as he pushes himself up and off the chair.
“No, stay. I need to talk to both of you,” Mason says.
He presses his lips quickly to mine before pulling away, but still holding me to his side. Jackson sits back in the chair as we both wait to hear what Mason wants to talk about. I hope it isn’t anything bad. I don’t know that I can take anymore shit right now.
“I talked to my Prez. I can’t pull back on my end of the job with Armando. I tried to talk to him into using someone else, but it didn’t go over very well.” His hand tightens around me.
“I told you not to put me before your club.” Suddenly I’m a little pissed. I didn’t want to come between him and the club. They’re his family. They are all he has and I would never want to fuck that up or have it change.
“I didn’t fuckin’ ask you, did I? Either way, somethin’ has to be done. This isn’t up for a fuckin’ discussion Whit. You can’t handle what we need to talk about you take a damn walk and Jackson and I will work shit out.” He’s never talked to me like this before. He’s never once acted this way. I want to shove away from him and storm into my room, but I don’t. I’m held in place by the safety I feel when I’m with him.
“What do you need from me?” Jackson asks while looking between the two of us.
“Let me explain a bit. Armando is a big time Columbian dealer. We run a shit ton of product for him. A majority of our money comes from his shit. I want him out. That can’t happen unless,” before he can finish Jackson speaks.
“You have another supplier.” Mason nods his head. “And you have one in mind?”
“I do. If drug kingpins were on tiers, my guy would be on tier two, while Armando is on tier one. All we need is to bump Armando off of his goddamn tier and pave the way for my boy to step up. He has the resources and I know for a fact that if Armando was out, there would be a lot of happy people. Blowback wouldn’t be too bad. There are a very few out there that are loyal to that fuck,” Mason says