Page 17 of Tesio
“Seriously, man, you got a boner for her or what?” Rocket asked, slapping my back firmly enough to make me stagger a half step. I swear these guys were all brawn, but that was part of their charm. I’d spent my life around the ‘brains’ types, and they were boring as fuck.
They weren’t the types to break into a brawl over a spilled beer, or something. Okay, they might stick a bullet in a brain for it, but then they’d go back to calmly drinking and talking, like nothing happened. This life was so much more spontaneous and unpredictable. That was the real charm of it. I never knew what’d happen next.
“Hey, Grease, can we have a word?” Micro didn’t check to see if I was following, as he headed to his office, but although I was tempted to ignore him, just for the insult of treating me like oneof his minions, I was kinda intrigued. It was probably about the cop, right? I wasn’t gonna stop playing with her, because the whole point in this life was to have fun, and fucking with her?Thatwas fun. And the moment she’d give in, and spread her legs for me? That’d be the fucking prize. The win. The moment where I fucking outdid her once and for all.
“‘Sup, Pres?” I closed the door and he gestured to his phone, which sat idly on his desk among some crumpled papers and stuff. I didn’t want to know how the papers got crumpled, but I had a pretty good idea. Get an earful from Ice about watching him fucking his old lady once, and you get it a thousand times.
“You’re not fuckingmeon there,” I said casually, dropping down into the single chair opposite his. He laughed, pointing at his phone as the humour faded from his face.
“Your boss called, man. He’s pissed. Something about you behaving like a brain dead biker, rather than the man you were raised to be? I dunno. He’s pretty fucking unnerving when he’s… well, okay, all the time.”
Suddenly everything was clear, wasn’t it? He’d already been briefed on my arrest, and he was probably worrying that I was showing up his fucking empire. It was all about appearances with those fuckers.
“He didn’t call me. What, you rang him to tell tales on me?”
Micro rolled his eyes, and dropped into his seat, glancing up at the camera on the wall, because now he knew it was there, he was hyper aware of it all the time. Unlike the first time he fucked his old lady in here, and found out later. And did it stop him? We all know the answer to that question unfortunately.
“As if I’ve got the fucking time to worry about shit like that. No, he stopped me in the middle of a fucking meeting with Reacher and Stitch, to chew my ear off about it. Apparently I’m a bad influence on you or something.” He looked bemused, idly spinning his phone on the wooden surface.
“It’s like he doesn’t know you, man. How can he not fucking know that this is all you?” Good question, and he was fucking right. Even though it was commonly called the ‘family business’, mafia really wasn’t a family like this brotherhood of bikers. So much differed, and some days it was even more brutally obvious than others.
“You think he shoots the breeze with us, man? If he hears of us doing anything other than breathing, and doing what he demands, then we’re a problem.” Micro stopped spinning his phone, eyeing me for a moment.
“That sounds like it sucks ass, man. How the fuck did you survive living like that?”
I stood up, leaning down to pick up another scrunched piece of paper, depositing it on the desk before I paced a little. Was he worthy of the truth, or would it just make him even more fucking empowered than he was already by this ‘interim’ president role of his?
“Grease?”
I groaned, halting with my arms draped over the back of my vacated chair.
“Don’t let this give you a big head, Pres, but I wasn’t. I wasn’t living, wasn’t really surviving, but you’re the reason I got out. Even just living in the clubhouse for a few months, while we tried to figure out who was being an asshole, it fucking saved me. Revived me. It gave me a chance to breathe properly, without fearing reprisal for doing it too loudly. Mafia life is stuffy, and boring, and I fucking hated it, but I didn’t realise just how much until I ended up at Phoenix.” I glanced up at the camera, the all seeing eye in the corner, and flipped it off, just in case Ice was watching and listening right now. Micro smirked, but didn’t interrupt my flow, and the version of him I met back at the other club definitely would have.
“Your behaviour gave me an out, and look at this, once again, you’re the reason I’m out of that life, for however long I get to actually live.” I straightened up and mock saluted him, turning for the door, and as I opened it, I looked back, just to see his expression when I said this next part.
“And that, Pres, is the only reason I didn’t put a fucking bullet in you that first day here. You’re my ticket to freedom, and I’ll use it for as long as I can.”
I heard a muttered response of ‘Jesus’, and I pulled the door closed. Time to ring the Don and make nice, the last fucking thing I wanted to do right now. I wanted to chill with the other bikers, or go for a ride, or bury my cock in a certain feisty cop, until all my stress disappeared again.
Jamie
Losing face, right whenyou’re trying to make a name for yourself, is humiliating as hell. I’d had two fellow officers comment on my failed arrest of Grease yesterday, one asking if he still ‘had my nose’, and the other saying I had a little ‘Grease’ on my face. I mean, seriously. The guy was a menace and I followed the law, I did my job, and I’m the one being mocked.
I guess that’s why, since we had the graveyard shift, as in out and about while the world slept, that I decided it was time for payback.
“You want to do what?”
I grinned at Evers, taking the driving seat, because there was no way he was saying no to this.
“Just going to drop in and make sure they’re okay. You know what a dangerous world this is, and how isolated they are out there in the forest.” Yeah, it was exactly why our pretence that they were ‘on our beat’ was total bullshit, and they knew that, just as well as we did.
“It’s not even light yet, Jay. You’ll wake them up.”
I smiled, but it honestly felt more like an evil grin.
“Aw we’ll be quiet, so we don’t wake the poor things up.”
I was stunned to see the damn gates were open again, and the prospect who should have been manning them seemed to be asleep in his chair, so I parked up just outside of the compound, and turned to grin at Evers as I flipped on the siren, and the lights, just for good measure.
