can help with,” I tell Drake as I nudge him toward the door.
He walks with his hand wrapped tightly around mine. Pushing through the door a few of the girls look up and smile while the rest just ignore us. You can tell which ones belong to one of the guys and which ones are the club whores I’ve heard about. I’ve sat back and watched a few of them and I’m not sure what I should think.
“Hey, come try this,” Taz says to Drake holding out a spoon full of chocolate. He walks over to her slowly and takes the spoon from her.
“Oh, that’s good,” he squeals.
I smile when another girl I think I might’ve met already walks up next to me. She throws her arm around my shoulder and leans in close to me. “In case you forgot, I’m Whitley or Whit. Whatever the hell you want to call me. I love your hair,” she says leaning in close to smell my hair as another girl rolls her eyes.
“You have to ignore Whit. When Mason lets her out of her sex cave she just runs wild. I’m Tink by the way,” the small girl flounces over to me with her hand outstretched. I take it in mine.
“Molly.”
“Oh, I know who you are. Reaper made it clear you were off limits to us girls. Especially to Whit,” she says sticking her tongue out at the other woman. I smile at the two of them.
“Mason didn’t say I couldn’t touch,” Whitley says as she starts stroking my hair and making me feel slightly uncomfortable.
“Mason did say not to touch. What the fuck are you doin’ baby?” a deep voice booms from behind us. Whitley quickly pulls her hand away from mine and spins to face the voice.
“I wasn’t doing anything you wouldn’t like to watch,” she giggles.
“I bet. Get over here,” he tells her. I turn and watch as she leaps into his arms.
“I’m so glad you’re back,” she whispers into his ear loud enough that everyone can hear her.
“Me too. Get to cooking. I need to talk to Molly.”
My eyes widen when he says my name. I’ve heard about Mason. That he’s the VP of this club, but I haven’t had the chance to meet him. He’s been out on some run as they called it. Whit kisses him once more before heading back to what she was doing before.
“You got a minute?” he asks me. I nod once and follow him out of the kitchen.
“I’m Mason. I know all about you and your situation. I just wanted to let you know that as long as you’re here you are protected. That fuck that had you did turn in the video. Our lawyer is fighting it, but he might be in there a little bit longer. The house you told him about has been wiped clean.”
I’m confused. Wiped clean?
“What do you mean?”
“I mean there is no proof that you were ever there. This was all we found,” Mason says passing me a piece of paper.
I take it with shaking hands and slowly unfold it. I read the words, “You made a mistake. You know where I’ll be, but if you want him free then you come alone.”
Chapter 11
Reaper
I roll my shoulders, my hands are clenched, and I’m ready to swing. The bastard on the other side of the bag holds it tightly; anticipating my punch. When I finally throw it he nearly falls to the ground and that just angers me further.
“You can’t even hold a goddamn bag?” I roar as the punk tries to right himself. He grabs the bag again, but before I can throw another blow someone moves in next to him.
“I’ll take it from here,” the man says ushering the kid out of the way. He grabs a hold of the bag and steadies it with his hands, nodding at me when he’s ready. I take out my frustrations on the bag. Over and over I punch until my knuckles are raw.
“That’s some power you have,” he says as he moves to stand next to the punching bag.
“What is it you want? Let’s not pretend I don’t know who the fuck you are,” I grit my teeth as I look at him. Prison. It’s hell on earth. It’s four walls that keep you trapped in your own head with no way out. This has been my house for the last few months. I miss my boys, my club, Molly, and my son.
“I can help with