Mason (Iron Reapers MC #1)

Chapter 3

THREE

MASON

She walks in, and damn if everything doesn't just... stop. Like someone hit pause on the chaos of Perdition and all I see is her—this angel stepping into my world. She looks lost but there's a spark there, something that tells me she's got more fire than she lets on. The whole damn world tilts on its axis. Looking like a ray of fucking sunshine that got lost on its way to the valley and stumbled into Perdition. My eyes stick to her like they have no business doing anything else. She’s short and thick, curves in all of the places that make my dick hard. Her long blond hair would look perfect wrapped around my fist as I fucked her hard from behind.

"Pres," Dagger nudges me, his voice a low rumble. But I barely hear him over the blood pounding in my ears. My gaze locks onto her and it's like I'm seeing color for the first time in years.

"Who's the doll?" Dagger's brow lifts, eyes following mine.

"Don't know," I mutter, muscles tensing up as I watch her weave through the crowd toward me. My fingers curl around the neck of my beer bottle, knuckles going white. There's a pull in my gut, some primal instinct that's got me ready to stand up and stake a claim.

"Looks like trouble," Dagger grins, tossing back his drink.

"Maybe," I say, but there's a part of me that's already decided. Trouble or not, she's the kind I've been waiting for.

"Pres," Dagger laughs beside me, his voice cutting through the noise like a knife. "You're staring holes into the poor girl. Gonna burn her up before she even gets a taste."

"Shut it," I snap, but there's no bite. Dagger's seen me with women, but this—this is different. Can't explain it. Don't want to.

"Never took you for one to get hooked at first sight." He leans back, arms crossed, that smug smirk playing on his lips. “Careful, or you’ll scare her off.”

DAGGER

Mason's tough as nails, but this girl's got him twisted up inside in a matter of minutes. I see it clear as day. It's something else watching Mr. Untouchable lose his cool.

"Delicate flower for a rough place like this," I muse, sipping my beer. "Let’s hope she doesn’t wilt."

"Enough," Mason grunts, but his eyes betray him, flicking back to her.

A new song blares through Perdition, the thrum of bass vibrating the floor beneath my boots. But as the woman steps closer, I can tell—Mason's got more on his mind than club and code. And hell, maybe that isn't such a bad thing.

CARLIE

Jenny nudges me closer, her grin all challenge and thrill. Across the bar, leather-clad titans loom, their laughter booming over the music's growl. Smoke curls around them like a protective shroud, but it's their eyes—sharp as switchblades—that pin us under the spotlight.

"Ready for this?" Jenny's voice is a lifeline tossed in a stormy sea.

"Guess so," I mutter, though my heart's pounding a rhythm against my ribs that screams otherwise.

We take those final steps, closing the distance to their table. The floor beneath my boots vibrates with the bass of old rock, each thud matching my pulse. I can almost touch the anticipation; it zings through the air, electric and alive.

"Hey, boys," Jenny calls out, voice laced with a confidence I envy.

Mason's gaze snags mine, and holds it. Those dark eyes don't just look, they dissect, leaving me bare. He doesn't move, and doesn’t need to. His presence reaches across the space, an invisible force that beckons and intimidates.

"Who do we have here?" Dagger's question slices through the air, his tone rich with intrigue.

I swallow but find my voice. "Carlie. And this is Jenny."

"Welcome to Perdition," Mason says, his voice gravel and smoke.

"Thanks," I stammer, feeling that pull again—a current that tugs me toward the unknown, toward the man with eyes like midnight storms.

"Take a seat." It's not a request. Mason's words are a command wrapped in velvet, compelling and irresistible.

We edge into the seats opposite them, our entrance a siren song to the rest of the bar. Whispers bloom like wildfire, but I'm lost in the moment. Here at their table, the world narrows down to just us—two girls diving headfirst into a realm where angels fear to tread, where the roar of engines drowns out doubt.

"Adventure starts now," Jenny whispers, her excitement a tangible thing.