BLAZING IN INK (BOOK THREE)

B2/C5

•••••

Minx

The next day I was up early, as soon as I walked out into the main area of the clubhouse. I saw that everything was everywhere, empty and half-full bottles of beer, glasses, cigarette butts, plates of food, wrappers and I swear I saw condoms. I sighed and grabbed the black rubbish bags and started the morning off cleaning the whole clubhouse.

Once I was done throwing the rubbish into the black rubbish bags, I started to wipe down the countertops and the tables. Around 10 am people started waking up, I was in Mason's office ordering supplies when he came in carrying a cup of coffee in his hand. "Morning sis," he said as he took a seat in his chair.

I nodded my head before I spoke to the delivery guy about the alcohol. Once I was done I could feel Mason's eyes on me the whole time, I knew he wanted to talk about last night. I slammed the cabinet shut and turned to face him. "What?" I asked him.

"Last night, what happened?" He asked me.

"The guy came onto me, I told him no. He wouldn't leave me alone so Cerberus stepped in. Nothing to worry about." I told him but he gave me a look to say he didn't believe me, he nodded his head and I turned to leave. When I got to the door, he spoke again "What's going on between you and my enforcer? I saw the moment you had out there."

I turned to look over my shoulder "Whatever you two have going on. It ends now. I don't need my enforcer blinded by pussy" Mason said before he took a sip of his coffee.

"Don't worry Coyote, there is nothing going on between me and your enforcer." I snapped at him before I slammed the door shut. I shook my head and walked away.

"Minx I'm not done talking to you!" I heard Mason yell from his office, everyone in the clubhouse became quiet.

"Yeah well, I'm fucking done talking to you! You don't run my life, Mason! We're not even blood-related! So fuck you and your stupid ass rules!" I yelled at him before I slammed the clubhouse door open. I climbed into my car and sped off out of the compound. When I got to my apartment complex, I sat in the car and cried. All my life I stuck by his rules, I listened to him but when I felt Bjørn's touch last night, it felt like sparks were rushing through my body.

I answered my phone when I saw it was Ripley "Where are you?" She asked me.

"Home... I can't be at the clubhouse anymore"

"Okay, I understand. Pack a bag and we will head to Jackman, Jim contacted me about the fight. I have two weeks and Jim wants me home"

"Are you healed enough to do it?" I asked her as I got out of my car and locked it up.

"Girl, of course, I'll chat with Mason and I'll meet you at the gym"

"Alright, be safe," I said before we hung up. I hadn't returned back to my apartment since that night but I got my window and door fixed. I sighed and unlocked the door to my apartment and went inside. I quickly packed my bags and walked back towards my car.

Ripley had sent me a text saying: 'Mason is pissed but I'll see ya soon x'

I sighed and threw my bag into the car and climbed in. I knew I shouldn't be driving with a broken arm, broken ribs and a busted up face but I needed to get out of town. Away from Mason, away from muscly biker men, well from one that made my heart seem to beat fast.

******

When I arrived in Jackman, I pulled into the parking lot. I couldn't see Ripley's car but I still got out and walked into the gym. I looked around to see people were training hard, I looked up to see Jim walk over to me. "Good to see you, sweetheart, Ripley isn't here," he said.

"I know she's on her way, is it okay if I crash here?" I asked him.

"Of course, Ripley has the only key to the studio but you can leave your bag in the office. Everything okay?" he asked and I knew what he meant so I just nodded my head. I smiled at him and kissed his cheek in thanks before we went our separate ways. I looked around the office and saw photos of people either training or posing for a photo. I noticed Ripley was on the wall in a few photos and it made me smile, thinking how far she had come since she left all those years ago.

After another hour Ripley walked through the door, she greeted a few people before saying hello to Jim and when she spotted me she hugged me, making sure I was okay. We went up to the studio and sat on the couch.

"Your brother has literally smashed the clubhouse up." Ripley showed me her phone, one of the girls had taken a photo of it and sent it to her phone. I sighed and shook my head. "He wouldn't talk about what happened between you two."

I ran my hand through my hair "he asked me what happened last night..."

"And what happened?"

"The guy came onto me and Bjørn stopped him."

"Okay, what was wrong with that?" She asked me but I shook my head.

"That wasn't it, Bjørn and I had a moment after... he made sure I was okay but Mason saw it and asked about it. He said that he didn't want his enforcer to be blinded by pussy and to stop whatever we have going on..." I looked down at my hand and sighed.

"Mason has no idea what he is talking about."

"Yeah but the guys follow his rules"

"Fuck the rules. We will stay here, let him suffer and let him come bugging" Ripley said, squeezing my hand. "Now about Bjørn, his a bit tricky to crack. So we might have to bring in his sister, maybe she will help."

"I don't know Ripley..." I hesitated.

"Oh come on, we will set up a lunch date and see what she can do to help" she smiled at me. Maybe I was meant to be alone... I sighed and laid my head on the back of the couch. When my phone started to ring, I put it on silent when I realised it was Mason. I wasn't in the mood to speak with him. After hours of thinking about it all, I was pissed. I had been through so much in my life, I stood by Mason's side all his life and he had no right calling me 'pussy'. I had been beaten by his club member... I was a walking target... I would be the bait if anyone was going to hurt the club.

Maybe I should just leave... no one was keeping me there... I could sell up my shop, travel, maybe work in different tattoo parlours around the world. I had options...

•••••
Enjoy!