Page 24 of Tesio
Originally I was only keeping an eye on the club because my research had told me the Rogues were bad news, and I needed something to make me stand out. Bringing down a dirty club had sounded like the perfect way to do it. Only the club had been taken over by another club called Phoenix MC, and appeared to be running clean, and I didn’t like it. It was shitting all over my plans. How could I work my way up, if I couldn’t make a big splash somehow?
I just knew a biker club had to be my chance, even though Evers… ahem…Alexdisagreed. Long term consistent policing was his idea of trying to get off the beat, and into big cases, but he’d been in the job for eight years, and was he there yet? Nope. It may only be my second year in uniform, but it’d also be my last.
“You wanna process him this time?” He asked me, as we pulled up at the stationhouse, and he turned off the engine. Grease made an amused snorting noise, and I turned to glare at him. I wanted to, but I also wanted to dismiss him like he didn’t matter, because he didn’t. It was a matter of which one would piss him off more. I already knew Alex was pissed at me for doing this yet again, but Grease crossed a line!
“You do it. I’ll get started on the paperwork.”
“Aw baby, you don’t wanna touch me all over? I thought that’s what all this foreplay was about? They were just kidding about the lube, not that I need it. Women get wet as fuck around me.”
I ignored the asshole and got out of the car, waiting with Evers, as he unloaded the ‘prisoner’, and started walking him in. He wasn’t struggling or trying to resist, which annoyed me, because how could I throw the book at him if he wasn’t pushing me to?
“I thought I was gonna get frisked by the stuck up bird, mate, don’t go fondling my junk, yeah? I’m into women, but hot ones, not like her.” His words burned, even though I knew that was exactly what he was going for. He wanted me angry, and lashing out. He wanted to push me, and make me do something he could try and use against me. After all the other times, he seemed almost dismissive with me this time, and I was surprised by how much it bothered me.
“Quiet,” I said sternly, side-eyeing him with disgust.
“Jesus, that’s hot. You order me around like that, darlin’, and I’ll let you suck my cock. I bet you’d look real nice on your knees for me-”
“Be quiet!” Evers hissed at him as he led him to processing, and I went directly to the bathroom, locking myself in a cubicle, as I willed my hands to stop shaking. It was all anger. Definitely anger. I wasn’t intimidated by him, and I wasn’t attracted to him. It was the kind of impotent anger that had no outlet. Inuniform, I had to be cool and calm, and behave accordingly, but boy, how I wanted to smack his smarmy asshole face.
By the time I was done with the paperwork, a new problem was getting in my face. That damn solicitor of his. The one he shouldn’t be able to afford.
“You have no grounds to hold my client. This was harassment. Do we need to get a court order to keep you away from his club? Whatever feelings you might be harbouring for my client, it doesn’t give you the right to trespass, and antagonise him. No means no, after all.”
“Feelings? Ugh. Typical. I’m a female officer, so naturally my pussy is doing all my decision making. Listen here-”
“He’s lucky my partner isn’t the one taking out an order against him. This was physical assault this time, and she’s charging him.”
The smarmy lawyer, somebody Lawson, grinned at us. “Well, far be it from me to keep you from putting your heads on the chopping block. Please feel free to proceed with this farce, and my client will be pressing harassment charges against both of you this time. I’m sure that’ll look good on your record at promotion time.”
He turned away from us, but he knew he’d just won this argument, because the promotion track was my priority, at least for now. Damn this asshole for figuring out how to get to me, at long last.
“Fine. How about if we let him go with a caution?”
“Jay, seriously? I just processed him, and you’ve filled in the paperwork.”
The lawyer turned and smirked at us. “Nothing that can’t be undone. You’re doing the right thing by being so reasonable. I’ll retrieve my client, and be on my way.”
“Dammit!” I turned to follow him, and he hesitated.
“Perhaps it’d be best if your partner did the honours. I wouldn’t want you getting all hot and bothered around my client. He’s had a rough time already today, because of you.”
Oh my god.How can he even look me in the eye and spout this utter bullshit? The greasy motherfucker hasn’t suffered! He’d barely even stopped smirking this whole time. He knew he was pushing my buttons, because he always did, and he knew this slimy asshole would get him out of it yet again.
“Evers, I’ll sort the paperwork, if you can assist this ‘gentleman’ with his ‘client’.”
Son of a motherfucker. I stewed about Grease, and his stupid club, all through the rest of my shift, and even at home. There had to be a way to knock him off his high horse, and expose his secrets, and I’d find it. It was time to stop playing with him, and get on with the justice part of the game.
Chapter Thirteen
Mafia lawyers were thebest, and with the collaboration between Don Rossi and Phoenix MC, they were getting way more help than they expected, but he was always going to be sent for me, because I’m mafia, right?
“My advice would be to steer clear of her, so she doesn’t find more ‘reasons’ to arrest you, Tesio.”
We were in a Lexus on the way back to the clubhouse yet again, and I was enjoying the luxury of it, instead of a fucking van with no real seating. Why did bikers feel that if they were stuck on four wheels, it had to punish everyone?
“I’ll stay away if she does. She keeps fucking with me, and the club, and I’ll retaliate. That’s how it works, you remember how it works, right?”
Lawson rolled his eyes, and sat back, ignoring the fact that a driver could hear us, because we’re all mafia here, right?
