Mason Soulless Bastards MC Miami by Erin Trejo

Author:Erin Trejo [Trejo, Erin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-02-20T16:00:00+00:00

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Mason

“Did you grow up here?” I ask Whitley as we walk around Little Havana. I fed her, and now I watch her as she licks her ice cream. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this relaxed since I’ve met her. It’s almost as if she’s a different person.

“In Miami? No, in Medley.”

“You have family there?” I ask. Her body tenses with that question.

“Um, honestly? I don’t really know. My dad is the only family I had. I’m not entirely sure where he is anymore,” she says. I can tell she’s trying to keep her tone even. There’s more to that story and I want it. Call me a selfish fucker, but I want to know everything there is to know about Whit.

“You didn’t keep in contact when you came out here?” I ask. Whitley narrows her eyes at me before tossing her ice cream into the trash. Her body language has totally changed. The relaxed girl I was just with is gone, and she’s morphed into the nympho I met the first night. Whit spins around and comes to a stop in front of me with her hands creeping their way up my chest.

“What’s with all the talk? There’s a ton of alleys around here that we haven’t even seen yet.” Her voice is soft and seductive just like the girl herself. I’ve been watching her lately and I’m quickly learning that sex is her way of deflecting, a shield she uses to protect herself. Not that I’m complaining about all the sex, but that doesn’t help her at all. Resting my hands on her shoulders I grin down at her.

“As much as I’d love to take you in every goddamn alley in Miami, we’re here for a reason woman.” I wink at her, and then grab her hand to spin her so she’s next to me as we start walking again.

The silence lingers between us as we stroll through the busy sidewalks. This is why I don’t come out here often. Sure, I’ve been here before, but not lately. Too many fucking people. Too many risks and something about being here makes me feel vulnerable and I don’t like that damn feeling. My fingers tighten around Whit’s. She looks up at me but doesn’t say a word. She can feel it too. She has to be able to sense the tension in me. As we approach a small cigar shop my eyes linger on the window, or more to the asshole inside the window. I curse under my breath.

“What’s wrong?” Whitley asks noticing my shift in mood.

“If I asked you to stay right here do you think you could handle listenin’ to me?” I ask her as my eyes burn into hers. She narrows her eyes but nods her head yes. I lean in and kiss her roughly and position her by the window so I can see her. As I reach for the door handle, I point at her. “Don’t move from that spot.” Whitley nods her head but doesn’t smile.

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