9. Mason
9
Mason
I canvas the city, looking for any sign of Collin. He’s here. I can feel it, but it’s hard to find someone when you have no fucking clue where to look. I can’t figure out why he’s lying low. He made it a point for Taylor to tell me who he was. He was tired of hiding. The asshole wanted credit for the damage he’s done. So what is he waiting for? What’s his next move?
The club is getting restless, and I don’t blame them. The lockdown isn’t easy on anyone, but it’s my job to keep them safe. If I cancel the lockdown and something happens, I’d never forgive myself.
My brother has already done so much damage, I fear the guys are starting to question my ability to lead. He wants my life. Scratch that. He wants the life he believes I stole from him.
“She was never yours, Mason!” Collin yells.
“So that makes her yours? Jesus, Collin, this is Davina we’re talking about.”
Anger radiates through me. I’ve known my whole life that Collin is a loose cannon. I didn’t expect him to do this, though. Not with Davina. The door slams and I know the girl he was with has left. Can’t say that I blame her.
“You don’t get to come in here, fuck up my good time, and act holier than thou, little brother. Davina knows me. She knows I’m not the type of guy to settle down. I’m not going to put a fucking ring on her finger. We don’t have rules in our relationship.”
“What relationship? You fucked her once. Once! Now, you’re acting like she’s your old lady. Like she fucking belongs to you!”
“She does!” he argues.
“No, you just want to string her along, knowing how she feels about you.”
“That’s it, huh? You’re jealous. Jealous because she chose me! Jealous because she’s mine!”
I push that memory away and ride to The Haven, knowing they’re closing. It’s almost curfew. I figure I’ll check in and make sure everything is good before heading back to the clubhouse. A couple in the parking lot catches my attention. I’d know that red hair anywhere. Davina has her arms wrapped around some guy’s neck. Their lips are locked in a heated kiss. I can only describe the feeling that comes over me as jealousy. Rather than stop, I speed past. I don’t know what I’d do if I stopped.
No, I don’t have a right to be jealous. I fuck whoever I want, but damn it, the thought of Davina with another man isn’t something I like to think about.
Is it serious? Has he met Charlie? Why the fuck is she kissing a Fallen Eagle?
I head to the clubhouse, keeping myself busy ensuring that everyone has checked in. Then, I wait patiently at the bar for Davina to arrive. I want answers.