Wicked Nights (12 page)

Addison didn’t like the point he’d made. It made her seem like a jealous fiend. “So women will hang on you and I just have to get over it?”

“You don’t have to get over it, but you don’t need to be so fucking shocked. If you had just come over to us when she did that, your point would have been made.”

Lila had told her that. Addison chewed on her lower lip. “Why should I have to make a point? You should know and care enough about me to understand that that kind of stuff, regardless of it being club life, doesn’t sit well with me. It makes me feel like I have to compete with them for your attention, which, I’m telling you right now, is not going to be the case. If you want them to give you all the attention you desire then go for it. If you want me to be part of this, you simply can’t do that. And I’m not going to make an ass of myself to remind you.”

He didn’t say anything, not that she expected him to. They’d reached an impasse in whatever she called what they had going on. She’d seen the woman who had hung on him. She’d interrupted him with a few prior to the Skulls attacking her. She knew the club, knew what the world meant. She didn’t know, however, if they could really be something worthy of a relationship, or if she was just kidding herself.

“What do you want me to do, Addy?” His voice was softer, raspy. “I didn’t cheat, but you have obviously convicted me of that crime.”

“Don’t cast me aside like I don’t exist.” There. She’d said it. She rolled her eyes, trying to fight back the hurt she felt. “Dammit, you’re with me in the real world and it’s nice. We come here and I cease to exist. I’m not expecting you to include me where I don’t really belong, but if I have to be with you for protection, don’t make me feel invisible either. I get you’re royalty, but I’m not exactly the help.”

He held out his hand. She hesitated before giving in and taking it. He pulled her to him and held her against him. “I’m sorry.”

She closed her eyes and pressed her cheek against his chest. “You should be.”

He rubbed a hand along her hair. “Let’s go home.”

Addison stepped back. “Best idea you’ve had all day.”

* * * *

Jesse sat on his couch with a beer, looking over the police reports for both of Addison’s properties. Her office seemed like a waste of time, but with her house, he knew that would force her to consider the reality she faced as a biker bitch. He looked over the fire marshal’s report. The way the Skulls had sat up the arson could declare Mason as a prime suspect. He just needed to convince Addison that Mason did it so she would be scared and have to run to him instead.

It made sense to Jesse that Mason’s bad reputation would end all her doubts and she’d start questioning her trust in the biker. Jesse also knew he had to be ready to step in and save the day, which meant he had to get her to focus on trusting him.

He blew out a breath. That task would be more difficult than he’d originally planned. Addison felt threatened by him. Granted, he had a strong personality. He’d had to drop many partners because of it. When he’d taken his leave of absence, Jesse had chosen to take a vacation to clear his head and make new friends. He’d had to pass a psychological evaluation before returning to work, and the R&R had given him just the advantage he needed to convince the department psychologist that he was meant to do this job.

And he was.

Jesse set the reports aside and stared at the pictures he’d taken of Addison when he’d kept an eye on her. The whole point of him entering the police academy was to continue the legacy of the McNally name. His grandfather had been a WWII veteran and had joined the Florida Highway Patrol upon returning to the United States. His father lived and worked for Miami Police Department.

So naturally, after college, Jesse had decided to enter the police force as well. He’d chosen Tampa out of sheer curiosity. Nothing about the city was boring. He’d made his mark in policing Nebraska Avenue and become well known for hauling in the prostitutes who frequented that area of the city.

He’d also met the love of his life when he’d been called to testify on a case he’d had a small role in. Addison had made a name for herself that day, showing she could be Tampa’s top criminal lawyer. To the best of his knowledge, she only took cases she knew she could win, and the dirtiest of scumbags wanted her attention.

He’d never pinned her for sleeping with her clients, though, which really bothered him. Jesse tipped his beer to his lips and studied the highlights of her face. She had the most beautiful complexion. Her eyes were a bright green and her lightly tanned skin stated she was a native of Florida, not some imported person from another part of the country. Her breasts would fit perfectly in his hands and her hard nipples would taste sweet on his tongue. Jesse set his beer aside and reached for the fly of his pants.

He wanted her beneath him, taking his cock and begging him for more. He pulled his dick out of his pants and started a light stroke. He wanted her mouth on him, her eyes looking up at him with all that innocence she exhibited so well. She was a good girl. She needed a real man to guide her through the sexual exploration he knew she craved. That was what the whole Wicked Angels obsession was. Aside from the obvious rebellion of it, she wanted to find herself sexually. To do things that were considered edgy.

He pumped his rod, closing his eyes and picturing her mouth on him. The little cock tease had him ready to come within seconds. With the stress of trying to frame Mason and the stress of keeping his eyes on her, his body had gnarled into a heap of tension. He needed the release, and he wanted Addison to be the one to give it to him. His balls tightened and Jesse reached for a tissue, shouting his pleasure.

Soon enough she would be the one getting him off. He cleaned himself up and zipped his pants. He needed to do some patrol work and there was no time like the present to keep a low profile while he set the rest of his plan in to motion.

Chapter Six

Mason got a call from Jack in the middle of the night. He left Tony with Addison at the house while he went to handle more club business with the Skulls. He didn’t know how long it would take, but he knew Addison was in the safest place she could be.

After burning down Addison’s house, the Skulls needed to be taught a lesson. It was bad enough that they’d shot up her office in retaliation for helping him, but to burn down her residence while she was inside hit a new low, even for them. They didn’t care about anyone or anything but their own, and Mason debated even that. He’d seen Marco with his women, not giving them the time of day unless they were fucking and he usually got physical with them.

Mason didn’t care how bad his own reputation was, he didn’t approve of a man hitting a woman. Mason was not the nicest lover, not the nicest man, but he didn’t beat up women. Not everyone had the same values, though he knew everyone in his club would respect the rules set in place. He didn’t want to see his men responsible for domestic disputes. That kind of drama needed to stay out of his club.

Which brought him back to Marco. The son of a bitch needed to be brought down a few notches, and that was something Mason could definitely do. He met the guys at the club and they rode to Ybor City. From what Jack had told him, the Skulls seemed to think that anything the Wicked Angels had their money in was fair game to destroy. The Wicked Angels knew how wrong they were and that it could potentially lead to bloodshed.

Ybor City was home to the famous DC House, which was an upscale escort service catering to the most prestigious gentlemen in Tampa. When Kelly, the owner and operator, had trouble with her ex-boyfriend, she’d sought out the protection of the Wicked Angels, who’d ended up working out a deal of a ten per cent share for protecting her and the girls. Mason pulled into the back lot of the house and parked his motorcycle. Kelly had called Jack when Mason hadn’t been available and had reported three Skulls members causing trouble inside the house.

Jack had relayed the message to Mason, and he’d found himself leading the troops to fix the problem. It wasn’t the first time he’d been there, and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last.

Mason headed inside, meeting Kelly in her office. She came to him, her lip busted and bleeding. He’d seen worse done to her, but the very idea of anyone hurting her made him sick.

“What happened?” Mason brushed her hair back and stared at her swelling lower lip.

“The damn guy just busts in here, grabs one of my girls and heads upstairs. I tried to intervene, but he threw me back against the wall, busted my lip open.” Kelly rubbed her arms. “The other two guys did the same thing, though they didn’t make too much of a scene. I called Jack the moment they were out of my sight and they’ve been up there for nearly ten minutes.”

Mason pulled Kelly into his arms and kissed the top of her head. After the last incident with her ex-boyfriend, he could only imagine how frightened she felt.

“What rooms?”

“Three, seven and ten. The thug is in ten.”

“We got this. Go fix yourself a drink and keep the other girls and clients calm and happy.” He moved away from her. “Put some ice on your lip too.”

He turned to the guys and gave out orders. “Chuck and Matty take three. Duke and Lyle take seven. Jack you’re with me in ten.”

“Great,” Jack said sarcastically. “Leave the thug for us.”

Mason headed up the stairs with the intention of getting the Skulls out of the house as quickly as possible. The Skulls were like a disease. The more Mason wanted to get rid of it, the more it spread and the worse it got. It was agreed upon by the Wicked Angels members that they were simply going after them now. Any way and every way they could think of. In the coming months, the Wicked Angels expected more retaliation and more bloodshed, unless something could be done about it before then.

Mason went to room ten with Jack behind him and opened the door. Inside, a large, beefy man did his best to hold one of Kelly’s girls down on the bed while he thrust inside her. Mason barely registered anything else in the room as he walked up behind the guy, grabbed his neck and jerked, drawing the man away from the girl long enough for Jack to get her out of the room.

A beefy arm swung at Mason and he ducked. He punched the guy with a solid right hook to the face then threw an overhand right, connecting with the man’s head. The man doubled over, dick hanging, as he spat blood. He glared up at Mason.

“Get your ass out of here now without disturbing anymore of the clientele or the escorts.” Mason stretched his fingers, aching to fight more. It was definitely a tension reliever.

Beefy Man stood upright and swung, landing a solid punch to Mason’s gut. He threw another punch, knocking the man backward onto the bed just as Jack stepped in to help. Jack punched the man too, and Mason started to question why he’d volunteered to take down the thug. Chuck was younger and an avid boxer. He would have had a good time with this guy.

Mason found Beefy Man’s clothes and tossed them at him. “Get dressed and get out of here.”

The guy snarled at him, his teeth red from his own blood. “Marco should’ve let me fuck up that bitch you’re tapping. He wanted to use her as our mascot, but he branded her leg with a knife instead.”

Mason froze. Beefy Guy had been there when Marco had cut Addison’s leg. “You watched him cut her leg with the knife?”

“I held her as he did it.” He spat blood on the carpet and pulled his pants on, smirking at Mason. “She has some nice tits. Nice ass too. She would’ve been a fun little mascot. Definitely wear her out with all the guys taking turns.”

Mason pulled the gun from his waistband and fired two rounds into the man’s forehead. Jack reached out and fisted his hand in a delayed effort to stop him. Mason stuffed the gun back in his waistband just as Matty rounded the corner.

“Where are the other two?”

“Downstairs.”

“And the clients?”

“Kelly thought the girls should take them out for a while. They left right after we got here.” Matty took a step inside the room. “What happened?”

Jack shook his head. “Don’t ask. Have Duke and Chuck get their asses up here to help me clean this up.”

Matty nodded and left. Mason took a deep breath and prepared what he’d say to Kelly. He could feel his control unravelling fast. He wanted the Skulls to pay for what they did. For what he knew they were capable of and had planned to do. Addison didn’t need this shit in her life. He didn’t even want to think about what would’ve happened if they’d kept her instead of letting her go.

“I need to talk to Kelly.” He glanced over at Jack. “Probably pay to have new carpet put in too.”

Jack stared at the body. “We knew it would be a bloodbath.”

A gunshot sounded downstairs and Mason ran to the staircase to find Chuck pointing a gun at a man he’d clearly pulled away from Kelly. Her screams filled the silence. She trembled, desperately backing away from the man. Tears filled her eyes as she looked up at him. Mason took the stairs two at a time and ambled over to her, lifting her into his arms.

“It’s okay, Kelly.” He rubbed her back and pressed his lips against the side of her head. “It’s okay.”

The other Skulls member came through the door and Chuck lifted his gun, putting a bullet in that guy’s head too. Mason sighed. A bloodbath it was. Chuck stuffed the gun in the back of his jeans. He didn’t know what had happened with Kelly, but it was bad enough to piss Chuck off, which was never a good thing.

“I’m going to call Rick,” Chuck said. “Tell him to bring the van.”

Mason nodded and withdrew from Kelly. “You okay now?”

She shook her head. “Who are these people?”

Mason cupped her cheeks. “Nobody you need to worry about.”

He kissed her forehead and pulled away from her. Kelly was a beautiful woman, one any guy would be lucky to have. He knew first hand, but that had been many years ago. He watched as she headed back to her office, her short, pink body-con dress hugging every part of her. She entertained men for a living, but a part of Mason assumed she wanted that one special man to entertain for life. He wasn’t that man and never could have been that man.