Free Mason: Fallen Angels MC by Laura Day

don’t look too careful if a guy wants to sell a bike, quick and for cash, but we don’t do anything that should make you look at me like that.”
     
    “Don’t you?” She didn’t mean to be that blunt about it, but the words were out, and she couldn’t take them back. “Don’t you deal in lots of other things?”
     
    “No,” he said, firmly. “Declan wanted to, for a while. But me and the other guys, we all said no. That we didn’t want that kind of club. We wanted to keep things clean. Safe. Family friendly. We wanted a family, not a bunch of pimps and drug lords. We all live here. Some of the guys have kids here.”
     
    “All of them?”
     
    “No, of course not all of them. What are you getting at?”
     
    “Jack said that you either were an idiot, or you were lying to me.”
     
    It was Mason’s turn to rub at his eyes. “Caroline Lewis, I am doing my very best not to be pissed off here, but I do not know what the fuck you are talking about and I’m getting real damn close to losing my patience with this conversation.”
     
    “Oh?” She stood up, getting into his space, putting her hands on her hips and glaring up at him. “Is that supposed to back me off? Telling me that you’ll hurt me? Hit me? Is that supposed to scare me?”
     
    It did scare her, it scared the hell out of her, but Jack had said girls. Not women, girls. Girls like she’d been, once upon a time. And there was no goddamn way that she was going to protect the kind of piece of shit who’d been involved in something like that.
     
    “No.” He put his hands up and tried to back up, but she followed him. “Caro, I haven’t lied to you, not once. I’ve told you nothing but the truth—”
     
    “But have you told me all the truth, Mason? Is there more going on here than you’ve been letting on?”
     
    “No!” he roared all of a sudden. “I don’t know what is going on. I told you everything I know. I’m trying like hell to keep up, but I’m not a genius brainac like you. So could you maybe just fucking explain yourself, and use the small words so I can keep up?”
     
    She forced herself to ratchet down a notch, to give him the benefit of the doubt. If Jack had found Mason’s name tied to the records anywhere, he would have told her. The only connection was still the fact that Mason was the treasurer, and his sister’s name. That was it.
     
    “Jack’s source found more than just one name tied to the accounts. Lots more than one. And there’s also evidence that they’re not just skimming from the garage. There seems to be money coming in from all sorts of sources. Jack’s source couldn’t find enough that he felt he’d need to go to the DA over it, but he was sure there was drug money coming in. Hard drug money. And guns. And maybe girls.”
     
    She watched him, watched those words hit him like a sucker punch to the solar plexus, and watched the color drain out from his already pale skin. He staggered, holding himself up against the wall, and still she followed him, pursuing him.
     
    “Jack said that it was too obvious, there was too much money coming in and going out. He said that anyone in the club had to know what was going on, or else they were totally oblivious. So you tell me, Mason? Which is it?”
     
    “Girls?” His eyes staring at her were rung out, exhausted, haunted. “He’s using my—my fucking sister’s name and running girls ?”
     
    She’d forgotten how to breathe. She touched his hand, found it icy cold. “Jack wasn’t sure. But yeah. He thought so.”
     
    His throat clenched, and for a moment, she was sure he was going to vomit on her floor. He pressed the back of his hand to his mouth, closed his eyes, and breathed for a few moments. And then he opened his eyes, and there was nothing like compassion there. Nothing to be seen but rage.
     
    “I am going to kill him,” he said, calmly and quietly, an evil grin spreading across his face like a scar. “I’m going to feed him