Page 21 of Tesio
“I heard you just wanted to fuck the cop lady. Maybe the words you’re looking for are thank you.”
I leaned forward, fighting the urge to grip his scrawny little throat, ignoring the concerned look on Micro’s face, as I grabbed the kid’s shoulder instead.
“What I do with my dick isn’t your business, and it never will be. This is strike one against both of you, and you don’t wanna get a second, feel me?”
The kid’s eyes darted to Micro, and he nodded.
“The minimum we expect is to be protected by the security measures we put in place here. That doesn’t happen when dipshits leave gates open, and welcome in all sorts. I know Grease likes word-fucking the cops for some reason, but that could have escalated this morning, and led to someone getting hurt or worse. We don’t need any bad fucking attention right now. We’re trying to build a better club, and if that’s not something you feel you can support, then gimme that fucking cut, and fuck off.”
Neil dipped his head, pulling out of my grip, because I hadn’t let him off the hook yet.
“Sorry, Pres. Sorry, Grease. I’ll do better. We both will, right Sammy?”
The other prospect, older with a shaved head, and a much more respectful attitude, nodded and pulled the kid back away from me as he stepped up.
“Definitely won’t happen again, I promise. We let ourselves down, and we won’t be doing that again.”
“Good, then fuck off and get some rest, because you’re on the night shift again. Maybe that’ll help you to remember that this isn’t something you half-ass. You fuck up, and people could get killed.”
I watched them leave, and dropped into the chair, as Micro sat on his.
“I swear, it’s like they walk out of here and forget everything we said. I won’t be surprised if the same thing happens tonight. Ugh… maybe I’m just shit at reading people. I used to be better than this.”
I rested a foot up on his desk and crossed the other ankle across it, grinning when he glared at me.
“You mean back when you were a major cunt, and were screwing your club, and shitting on their colours? You talking about that?”
Micro rolled his eyes, and leaned forward, smacking my feet away from his desk.
“Eat shit, Grease. We both know you’re no fucking saint, don’t we?”
I lifted my hands and grinned at him.
“You won’t find any proof of that, Pres. I’m just a biker like everyone else, right?”
“Wise-ass. So, how many new ones did the Don chew this time?”
Oh great, we’re going there again. I was tempted to walk off, but actually, I didn’t mind shooting the shit with Micro, and if I was reporting on him, I really should be spending time around him to see if this personality change was bullshit, like most of the Phoenix guys suspected.
“Eh… he maybe thinks I’m getting too close to the cop, but that’s fine. I’ll stop when she does, it’s that simple. She wants my cock, and as soon as she admits that to herself, she’ll leave us alone.”
Micro leaned on the desk, his eyes intent on mine.
“And is she getting your cock, man?”
I chuckled, already fucking picturing it.
“If she’s a good girl.”
Jamie
Things were awkward withme and Evers since that day, and even though a few days had passed since the backstabbing incident, I couldn’t let go of how much it hadbothered me. We needed to be able to rely on each other, and also, you know if you spend so much time with someone, you need to be able to trust them, and I really wasn’t sure whether I could trust him again. He’d never blatantly challenged me like that, but now how was Grease supposed to know I was serious, if he knew Evers would just bend over later? How would any of them?
“Jesus, Jay, the silent treatment’s getting really old.”
I glanced up from my paperwork for a moment and shrugged.
“Not silent treatment. We just don’t have anything to talk about.”
