Page 19 of Tesio
Micro stepped closer, and raised a hand, trying to get us to back off, but I wasn’t really down with that right now. She woke me from a fucking hot dream, and unless she wanted to finish it for reals, she was wasting my fucking time.
“Okay, hold up, can we rewind for a minute? Grease, take a breath, man. Officers, what’s the problem here,exactly?”
“The sun’s not even fucking up yet, this is bullshit!” Rocket hissed, storming away from us, because why the fuck did he hover anyway? He wasn’t exactly helping.
“We were just checking in to make sure nothing untoward is going on here. This club has a bad reputation, and I know there’s been a ton of violence here recently.”
Micro barked out a laugh, shrugging at them.
“Yeah? That’s news to me. We’re just a bunch of motorbike enthusiasts, right, Grease?”
“Yeah, and this is bullshit, being fucked around with like this. Where do you fuckers get off just showing up here like this? We’re not up to anything. We were just fucking sleeping.”
I was on my last fucking nerve with this shit. Lack of sleep will do that to a guy, and being horny and having no outlet, but my fucking fist, was making it worse.
Sophie suddenly rushed over to join Micro, her hand on his shoulder as they shifted their attention to her. Actually we all fucking did. She was cute, definitely too good for that fucker, but she was intelligent, and usually made sense. Apart from choosing him, at least. We’re all allowed a mistake here and there. I’ve made a few myself.
“Wait. You’re here because the Rogues have a bad rep, right?” Suddenly clarity hit me, and it should have done that fucking days ago. Of course. Before this place was a Phoenix club in waiting, it was a serious bad news club.
“Correct,” PC Pain-In-My-Ass declared, giving me the kind of look that made me want to fuck her,andthrow her out. It was a dilemma. Maybe I could do both though. I didn’t care what order I did them in either.
“The Rogues are dead in the water. This club is being taken over by Phoenix MC. It’s not what it was before. They won’t give you any trouble, I assure you.”
Finally PC Pain opened her fucking eyes, and looked at us more closely, or our cuts. Hell, maybe checked out my chest, who knows. I pointed at the Phoenix MC colours and smirked at her, because weren’t cops supposed to be observant? Maybe she’d spent more of her time staring at my junk, or something.
“Huh. We didn’t have that information, but that’s good to know. So we should be looking into Phoenix going forward?” What the fuck!
“No, you should be minding your fucking business, is what you should be doing!” I hissed, jabbing a finger at her fucking chest, wishing there wasn’t so much clothing, and that fucking stab vest, in my way.
“Touch me, and that’s assault,” she sang out triumphantly, while I wondered how she’d sound screaming my name instead.
“Does that count if you’re trespassing? You must be completely fucking clear on the law there, right? What measuresare we allowed to take to protect our property from interlopers. Anyone?” Micro stepped between us again, the fucker.
“Look, we’re just doing the rounds to ensure things are above board, and I can’t see any reason we need to bother you any longer,” her partner said, earning him a sassy glare that I wanted to be receiving instead. It pissed me off more than I expected.
“In other words, get fucked,” I snarled at her, shoving past Micro to get to her, and one touch was all it took to get cuffs on me again, sadly not in the way I’d like to, but one day it would be. Count on it.
“Gotcha,” she hissed in my ear, as she and her partner dragged me to the car, not that I was arguing or resisting, because I knew I’d be out before the fucking sun hit the top of the sky. In the meantime, I planned to enjoy every moment of being around her.
“Stop laughing,” she hissed at me as she shoved me into the back seat, and I offered her a heated gaze, and a bite of my lip.
“Get in the back with me, baby, and I’ll rock your fucking world.”
Jamie
The only thing worsethan Grease, when he was on form like this, and spouting so many hot sexual offers and threats, was that damn solicitor he seemed to have access to.
This time the bastard was waiting by the door with a smirk, before we even stepped inside the building.
“This is harassment, you know. If you insist on persecuting my client, we’ll bring charges against you,” he said archly, as Grease grinned at him, and hesitated beside him.
“I’d shake your hand, man, but I’m a little tied up at the moment.”
“You’ll be out of here in five minutes, so just keepthatshut.” He didn’t need to say what ‘that’ was, because it was pretty obvious. Remain silent, like any good criminal had a right to do, but this was Grease, and mouthing off was his love language, right?
“I was hoping she’d sit on my face first, man. You wanna give us twenty minutes alone? I think I can make her scream louder than that damn siren on her car.”
I almost hit him. I wanted to. I mean, I also wanted what he was suggesting, but I couldn’t allow myself to think like that. I just know my hand rose, and Evers grabbed my wrist, just as that slimy solicitor eyed us both.
