Mason: Inked Reapers MC

by West, Heather

“No, no man troubles.” Kait lied convincingly.

  “Course not, you’re all career career career. There’s no men in your life; you’re basically celibate. I honestly don’t know how you do it.”

  Kait smiled knowingly to herself. For once, she hadn’t pushed a man aside in favour of her career. She’d let a man into her apartment, into her bed, and it had been wonderful. The smile faltered. And then he’d gone. They’d spent a fantastic night together, but before the sun could even rise he’d gone, slinking away beneath the cover of darkness as if ashamed about what had happened between them.

  “So I’ll pick you up at eight?” Anna asked brightly.

  “Yep, sounds good. I’ll see you then.”

  Chapter 5

  “Wait, sorry, what?” Anna gestured wildly with her cocktail though none of the bright red liquid managed to escape the sleek glass.

  Kait drew her shoulders together and looked down at her own drink which she’d been nursing for the past half hour. It was her third cocktail, and she’d yet to get that warm, pleasant buzz that normally accompanied an intake of alcohol.

  “I was… attacked,” Kait admitted sadly. As she said the words, she realised that she hadn’t told anyone about what had happened that night in the parking lot. No one except Jasper. Just thinking about him made her mouth go dry. She raised her glass and drank deeply from it.

  “Oh my God!” Anna’s eyes widened, and she pulled herself closer to her friend across the table.

  “That’s…that’s terrifying! What happened?”

  “There were three guys,” Kait recalled grimly. “They followed me up to my car and jumped me.”

  “Did they want money?”

  “I don’t know,” Kait swallowed stiffly. “They threatened to do…things to me.”

  “Urgh, what bastards!” Anna seethed. “How did you get away from them?”

  “This…this guy showed up,” Kait felt her cheeks beginning to burn as she mentioned Jasper.

  “Oh?” Anna waited expectantly for more information.

  “He was really well built, and he basically…beat them up I guess. He sort of saved me.”

  “Wow!” Anna knocked back the remainder of her drink. “That’s like something out of a movie, Kait. That guy was like your knight in shining armour.”

  Kait lowered her gaze to the table. She had thought Jasper was her knight in shining armour too, but now she didn’t know what he was.

  “Another round?” Anna eyed their now empty glasses.

  “Sure, I’ll get it.” Kait slid out from their booth, eager to move away from any further questions about Jasper.

  She weaved through the crowded venue and approached the bar, squeezing herself between two burly men. As she waited to order more drinks, she noticed that the crowd consisted mainly of muscular men. All of them were craning their thick necks up towards the huge flat screen television positioned behind the bar. They clutched their drinks and jeered at the screen. Kait lifted her gaze casually, expecting to see the bright green backdrop of a football field and tiny men sprinting madly around it. Instead she saw the foreboding setting of a giant cage, a blue mat at its base. Two men in head guards with their knuckles wrapped in protective layers of bandages hopped around each other, occasionally taking a brutal kick at the other’s chest. Each time a kick landed successfully, the gathered crowd in the bar whooped in appreciation.

  One man wore blue, the other red. The man in red was pale with arms laced with fierce some tattoos. He was taking quite a beating from the man in blue whose back was currently to the camera as he delivered several more critical kicks. The crowd in the bar were getting whipped into a frenzy.

  For some reason, Kait couldn’t take her eyes off the screen. Normally she’d have no interest in such a brutal sport, but something was holding her attention, compelling her to watch. The round concluded, and as the men retreated to their respective corners of the cage, the camera panned and showed the face of the man in blue.

  Kait froze.

  He was covered in sweat and blood, breathing hard as he sat down on a small stool and was handed a bottle of water from someone just beyond the cage. He drank from it hungrily as text appeared on the screen stating his name and current stats for the fight. The stats meant nothing to Kait, but the name certainly did.

  Jasper Duboix.

  She’d known it was him just from looking at it, but the name confirmed what she was feeling. Jasper was on the television, currently partaking in a live cage fight. It explained his impressive physique and ability to take out the men who had attacked her. Kait blinked repeatedly at Jasper’s image. Though his face was bloodied, he was still impossibly handsome. His dark eyes were locked on the mat of the cage as he contemplated the next round.

  “What can I get you?” A barman called out for Kait’s attention, pulling her gaze away from the television.

  “Oh, um,” she suddenly struggled to remember why she was even standing there. All she wanted to do was keep watching the fight, to keep watching Jasper.

  “Two cosmopolitans,” she found her voice and remembered her order. The barman nodded and briefly disappeared.

  Kait looked back up at the screen as the next round was about to commence. Jasper was standing up now, bouncing on the spot, his eyes narrowed like a predator.

  Chapter 6

  “You took your sweet time,” Anna exclaimed as Kait returned brandishing fresh drinks. “Did you get chatting to some hot guy at the bar?” she asked with a cheeky grin.

  “No,” Kait placed the drinks down and slid back inside the booth. “It is crazy packed down there though. Lots of muscly men watching some cage fight on television.”

  “Ooh, cage fighting.” Anna’s eyes widened in appreciation.

  “You know much about it?” Kait tried to remain casual about the topic.

  “A bit,” Anna shrugged. “I dated a guy in college who was in to it. It’s a proper brutal sport, definitely separates the men from the boys. Hence why the guy I was seeing couldn’t hack it.”

  “What makes it so brutal?” Kait thought of the blood she’d seen on Jasper’s face. He’d taken a beating, but he was apparently ahead in the fight, getting more crucial kicks in. If he was in a bad way, how did the other guy look?

  “It’s sort of like a more feral form of boxing,” Anna explained as she took a delicate sip of her drink. “You can kick and throw more aggressive punches. Guys can seriously injure themselves cage fighting; it really isn’t for the faint hearted.”

  Kait tightly clutched the stem of her glass. Jasper was already wounded thanks to her. He had a deep cut across his chest, and now he risked someone kicking him and making it worse. Why would he put himself through that? Why would he even attack those guys in the parking lot when he knew he had a fight coming up? A fight that must be pretty important if it was being televised.

  “You okay?” Anna asked with concern. “Oh no, did seeing the guys fighting on the television bring back memories of what happened in the parking lot?”

  Kait shook her head. It had stirred up memories of that night, but not what happened in the parking lot; it was what had come after.

  “Stick to your cricketers,” Anna smiled at her friend. “Guys who play cricket are a far safer choice than any cage fighters.”

  Kait grimaced at the fact that her past three boyfriends had all played cricket and had all enjoyed a private education. They were the sort of men her mother would have considered perfect husband material. And they were. They were courteous, polite with decent, stable jobs. But they didn’t make Kait’s heart race or her blood boil. With them, everything was plain sailing, and that was great, but it was also so unbearably dull.

  “Why did you and the cage fighter break up in college?” Kait asked.

  “Don’t you remember?” Anna arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow at her friend. Kait looked blankly at her. Her friend had dated so many guys over the years that it was hard to recall them all.

  “It was Ashton, remember
him? Scrawny with too much hair.”

  “Oh yes!” A memory of Ashton flickered in Kait’s mind. She remembered that Anna had once been crazy about him.

  “Like he was ever strong enough for cage fighting,” Anna declared with a sour look.

  “So why did you guys break up?”

  Anna’s look darkened. “He got Cindy Rogers pregnant at that party at Dennis’ house, remember?”

  Kait did remember, all too well. Anna had been utterly devastated by the news. Ashton had opted to do the honourable thing and was standing by Cindy, but that left Anna standing alone. She’d skipped college for an entire week, unable to face anyone. She needn’t had worried about seeing Ashton though. He dropped out that same week, forced to take a job on his father’s farm in order to make some money for his imminent arrival.

  “God, I remember,” Kait declared softly.

  Anna blinked rapidly, her blue eyes now sparkling.

  “His kid would be ten now. Can you believe it?”

  “No,” Kait answered honestly. “That’s crazy.”

  “Isn’t it?” Anna fiercely pushed a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “Ashton was all over cage fighting. He even knew where all the top guys went to train, and he’d go and linger around there as if some of their ability might rub off on him. To think I used to be so hung up on that guy!”

  “He knew where they trained?” Kait wondered if the gym where they trained in town would be the same one used ten years ago. Probably not, but it was still worth a shot.

  “Yeah, over at that exclusive place in the centre of town with the posh name no one could pronounce. I think it relocated over to near where your offices are.”

  Well that would make sense. Jasper had mentioned that he was on his way back from the gym.

  “I could use another drink,” Anna declared as she stood up, even though their glasses were still relatively full.

  Chapter 7

  Fuelled by the cocktails in her system, when Kait got back to her apartment, she opened up her laptop and sat cross legged on her bed and began conducting a frantic search.

  All she had to type in to the search engine was Jasper Duboix – Fighter, and suddenly she was presented with a wealth of results. The text blurred together in her drunken vision, but she managed to read enough details to begin to piece together a picture of who Jasper Duboix truly was.

  He wasn’t a cage fighter as she had presumed. He was actually a mixed martial arts fighter and a champion in his field. He had represented Great Britain at international events numerous times and had won various accolades. Kait’s eyes widened as she became increasingly impressed by his achievements. In his field, Jasper was a superstar.

  Kait found him on Twitter where he had over ten thousand followers. As she scrolled through his time line, she scrutinized each Tweet for something revealing but they gave nothing away. Jasper’s Tweets were solely focused on his sport and sometimes his diet. He photographed the protein shake he had in the morning and the weights he was currently working in the gym. There were a few shots of him before a match but nothing about who Jasper was outside of the ring. Also, nothing about the night he had spent with Kait.

  Her eyes misted as she found posts for the date they had met. There were three in total.

  Up fresh and early, ready to hit the day hard - @J_Duboix

  Time to carb load before my next big match - @J_Duboix

  Feeling pumped after my work out #workhardplayhard - @J_Duboix

  Kait slumped back against her pillows. There was nothing about saving a stranger who had made his heart race. Had their encounter truly meant nothing to him? Fighting back tears, Kait slammed the laptop shut and curled up on to her side. She needed to forget all about Jasper Duboix. She needed to move on with her life, as clearly she had meant nothing to him.

  Chapter 8

  Bright rays of sunlight burned against Kait’s eyes causing her to moan and roll over. With a deep groan she sat up and pushed her palms against her temple. Her body ached from sleeping awkwardly, and looking down she realized that she was still wearing her clothes from the night before.

  “Urgh,” Kait coughed. Her mouth felt as though she’d spent the night consuming sand. Reaching for her nearby cell phone, she saw that she had a new message. It was from Anna.

  My head is banging like you wouldn’t believe this morning. Great night though! We MUST do it again soon! Love ya xoxo

  Kait dropped the phone back down and pushed her fingers through her golden hair. A few seconds passed as she gathered her senses and then her body froze with panic. She was surely late for work. Outside the sun was already shining which meant she wasextremelylate for work. She made a panicked dash towards the bathroom but stopped abruptly in the hallway when her brain finally caught up and she remembered that it was Saturday. She didn’t need to be at work. With her shoulders sagging with relief, Kait continued towards the bathroom, figuring that she needed a shower to sharpen her senses and wash away the fog of fatigue.

  Chapter 9

  With her skin glowing from the heat of the shower, Kait made herself breakfast and flicked on the television. A news report was on which she glimpsed at with mild interest. For some reason, she was struggling to focus on the presenter despite their serious expression and grave tone.

  Holding a fresh mug of coffee, Kait wandered back into her bedroom and grabbed her phone. Then she flopped down on to the sofa with no intention to move for the rest of the day. Her head ached with the promise of a blinding headache, and her bones throbbed. She needed a day of rest and relaxation, but as she sipped her coffee, she found her spare hand calling up Jasper’s twitter page, unable to suppress her own curiosity. He’d already tweeted twice that morning;

  I’m up and hungry for more! Last night was just the appetizer, the main course is coming at 8pm! - @J_Duboix

  Tonight! Ample Garden Theatre @8pm! Tickets $25 at the door! #bringthepain - @J_Duboix

  He had a fight that night. Kait ceased looking at the television, completely entranced by the message on her phone. Jasper was fighting again tonight despite the brutal beating he’d endured in the cage. Yes, he’d won, but at what cost?

  Guilt swelled through Kait as she thought of his wounded chest. A wound which could have been avoided, a wound which he refused to seek medical attention for. How could a professional athlete be so careless with their own well-being? His recklessness infuriated her.

  Two fights in as many nights seemed crazy. Admittedly she didn’t know the industry, but it felt excessive by any standards. Surely Jasper needed more than a day to recover from a bout in the ring. Why was he pushing himself so much?

  Looking back at his Twitter, Kait noticed that some of his followers echoed her thoughts in their replies to his message;

  Woah, @J_Duboix is an ANIMAL killing it again in the ring tonight!

  Seriously, dude, do you ever like, sleep?

  @J_Duboix must be sponsored by #duracell because he never stops!!

  Kait closed the Twitter page and put down her phone. Frowning, she stood up and went to retrieve her laptop. Settling back on her sofa, she opened it up and ran another search on Jasper Duboix. This time her mind was more alert to take in all the findings.

  There was a lot documented about his triumphs as a fighter. Jasper seemed to be a prolific fighter, entering both Mixed Martial Arts and Cage Fighting tournaments and almost always winning. By all accounts he was a fierce competitor with a steely determination to win. As Kait read more about Jasper, she started to discover where some of his determination might come from.

  He’d grown up in the foster care system and apparently never knew his birth parents after being abandoned in a local church as a baby. Kait found only the one article about Jasper’s childhood. It was on the BBC website and had come out shortly after his triumph at the Olympics that year. He’d enjoyed a flush of celebrity yet Kait hadn’t recognized him. Then again, she was always too consumed with work to watch much television.

 
There were tellingly no quotes from Jasper in the article, just accounts of where he had grown up and how troubled he had once been. Apparently he was regularly in trouble with the police in his early teens, but then he found martial arts at fourteen and turned his life around.

  Kait admired his grit and tenacity, but her admiration only angered her. She wanted to hate Jasper; she wanted to discover that he was a creep with a wife and a couple of kids who he publically doted on and then screwed over behind their backs. But from what she could find online, Jasper was very much single and focused solely on his fighting career.

  “Dammit,” Kait sighed as she raised her mug and drained the last of her coffee. As her search had increased, she’d discovered websites listing his numerous charitable efforts over the years. He regularly helped various children’s charities through donations and also celebrity events. He climbed mountains for charity, ran marathons, and even trained some young, aspiring fighters who were within the foster care system as he once had been. Jasper Duboix seemed like a great guy. Someone who had worked hard to forge their own success despite their early knocks in life. The more Kait read about him, the more she liked him.