Mason
I made it back to the clubhouse in record time with Cassie still tied up. She had escaped, but that wouldn’t be happening again. I couldn’t let it. There was no telling what would’ve happened to her if I hadn’t got her back from that rat bastard, Harlan.
Harlan has been kissing Ruiz’s ass for months now, and there’s no doubt he would have heard about the bidding war between Ruiz and me.
“Ghost Riders aren’t long for the world anymore.”
The words had rung in my ears over and over the entire ride back to the clubhouse.
I knew what it meant. It was a death threat. But was the threat already on the way, or was there time to organize a plan?
By the time I pulled up, Diesel was already out front, a wide grin on his face.
Fucking smarts! I thought.
I looked at him and shook my head.
“Don’t,” I advised him.
He only smirked.
“This is very unlike you. I don’t know what to say. Should I throw a welcome party?”
“No.”
He walked over to Cassie before looking back at me.
"From someone who has made a career out of selling women and closing your heart off to everyone, this is a big surprise."
I caught a glimpse of her as I looked back at the compound gates to make sure they were closed. Her eyes were red and puffy, her makeup was smudged, and she looked a complete mess. She was still gorgeous.
I thought of telling Diesel that I hadn’t planned on buying her… or something, I didn't know what. But I decided against it, because I’d made my life out of selling women and I hadn't thought about love in a long time.
Not after Dana. Not after that night.
Cassie wasn't someone I wanted or needed around. She would be a distraction. And in my world, distractions got you killed.
The thought of her fighting me earlier had me feeling a twitch in my cock, but I pushed it out of my mind.
"Look, we can talk about this shit later. Right now we’ve got bigger problems."
“What’s that?” Diesel asked.
“I think the Cartel’s planning an attack on the Ghost Riders.”
Diesel’s eyes narrowed.
“Why’d you think that?”
I shook my head.
“I’ll get more into that later, but you need to rally the men and weapons. Now!”
“Alright,” Diesel said, “I’ll get our shit together. What are you going to do?”
"I got business to take care of," I replied, slapping Cassie on the ass, making her jump. "Get everyone here."
Diesel left immediately. He jumped on his bike and left the clubhouse pronto.
I turned back to Cassie. She was shaking. It wasn't a cold night, so I could best assume the shaking was from fear or anger.
What I would give to see her angry again!
“Alright, let’s get inside.”
She shook her head.
The constant defiance was getting on my nerves.
"No? Really? We gonna do this again?"
She fell still for a moment, looking at me through a mess of brown hair. But then she shook her head.
"Good. I’d hate to have another conversation about obedience so soon."
She sighed.
"But then again,” I added, “it does seem you need a lesson in discipline."
She looked at me with eyes wide with terror. I was pleased to have gotten her attention.
I looked at Cassie all tied up. But, as much as I liked what I saw, I was in no mood to be carrying her around. I reached into my belt for my knife. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of the blade. I didn't bother giving any explanation. Swiftly, I cut the gag, then the part of the rope that was hitched around her ankles.
"I'm gonna cut the bindings on your hands, alright? Try anything, and I'll tie you up again and leave you like that. Understand?"
She nodded. “I won’t.”
Freed, she flexed her wrists and ankles, stretching some feeling back into them, and rubbed at the place where the gag had snagged and pulled at her hair. I glanced down at the marks left by the ropes. I shook my head. She’d be sore, but she’d heal.
"Quit stalling. Let's go."
I gave her a shove towards the house.
“Don’t push me!” Cassie whirled around and snapped.
I went to give her another shove, but she slapped my hand away.
“Don’t push me, don’t touch me, don’t talk to me… ”
“Anything else” I asked.
Her brows creased.
“Don’t be an asshole.”
“Noted. So, what can I do?”
“Let me go!” she screamed.
"Yeah, can't do that."
I gave her another shove towards the house.
"Or any of those other things you said I shouldn't do."
She shook her head as she walked towards the house.
"I just want to go. I promise I won't say anything. I’ll leave right now, and you’ll never see or hear from me again. I’ll pay all the money back too, and more. I'll do whatever you want if you just let me go."
“Quit whining, Cassie.”
"No, Mason!" she yelled before storming through the already open front door. "Please, just let me go. I have a life, a job, family, friends. Someone's going to report me missing – and they will find me."
“They won’t.”
She stopped walking and looked around the room. The boys were here with the sweet butts and were enjoying their night. Cassie would have had to be stupid to make a scene here. I hoped she wasn’t stupid.
She turned to look at me again.
"Someone will find me,” she promised. “You just killed seven guys! You won't get away with that. Or kidnapping, selling, buying, and doing God knows what else."
“Cassie, I’ve gotten away with it for a long time. You should consider yourself lucky.”
Cassie said nothing more as we made our way upstairs, ignoring all the curious glances at her tight round ass.
She had no idea just how lucky she was. Yeah, the situation sucked for her, but it could have been worse. It would have been so much worse for her if I hadn’t found her in time, after she’d run.
I kept telling myself over and over that I’d done the right thing by bringing her into the auction. She was perfect. More than perfect! When I pulled up on the side of that back road and saw her broken down, I could have kept driving. I could just have called a tow truck. I could have done a lot of things. But I hadn’t. I’d called the boys and said I had a golden prize.
I’d known from the moment I first saw her that she'd pull a fortune at the auction. But if I had known I'd be the one who ended up buying her, I wouldn't have bothered.
She would've let me fuck her. She wanted me to. When I saw her driving to work this afternoon, she was near drooling over the steering wheel of her car at the sight of me.
On the side of the road, she’d offered to repay me for helping her. That would have been more than enough excuse to haul her into bed. Or to fuck her on the back of my bike. But something about her had compelled me to take her, compelled me to claim her.
I could still have her on the back of my bike. She'd like that. I know she would.