Page 42 of Tesio
“Jesus, Jay, you okay?”
She backed up and let her partner take a look at the guy.
“Fuck me, what’d you do to him?”
She shot me a glare, before she turned to her partner. “I stopped him from attempting to rape me, you got a problem with that?”
I opened my mouth to speak, and her pointy shoe hit my shin firmly, which by the way, fucking smarts a little.
“Grease was just passing by when he saw me take him down. I didn’t need any help, see. I’m a fucking police officer.”
Her partner groaned, and called to someone else, and then I was fucking off down the alley, because I wasn’t needed here, and I definitely wasn’t fucking sticking around to get my name on yet another fucking police report.
Jamie
By the time we’dfinished with all the paperwork involved with taking away the inebriate who thought he could put his hands, and more, on me, all I wanted to do was go home and sleep for a week, but there was another urge burning inside of me.Grease.
He hadn’t needed to step in, but he had, and if I was honest with myself, I think things would have turned out pretty nasty if he hadn’t. I’m embarrassed to say the guy was stronger than me.He was big, and strong, and towered over me, and I wasn’t at my best. I was tipsy, or you know, closer to drunk, if you really want to call it that.
He could have raped me up against that wall, and I’d have had no option but to take it, and cry about it later, because he’d have destroyed me. Grease saved me. The man I’d been dodging, because Alex had convinced mehe’ddo such a thing, had just rescued me from it. I climbed into the taxi I’d ordered, and when he asked me for a destination, I couldn’t help myself. I gave the road name that led to the clubhouse, and he frowned.
“That’s by that biker club.” I nodded, trying to smile reassuringly at him.
“That’s right. I’m visiting a friend.” He leaned around the front seat to look at me properly, instead of eyeing me in the rearview mirror.
“I’m not sure it’s a safe place for a young woman alone, love.” Why did everyone think, as a woman, that I needed their unsolicited advice or concern? I swallowed down the angry retort and nodded at him.
“They’re not the same club they were,” I said quietly, realising that I finally believed that to be true, because what I’d heard of the club didn’t fit the man who’d just followed me out into an alley, and saved me from a rapist, did it?
“I’m not sure I’m comfortable-”
“It’s not for you to decide or judge, thank you. Would you prefer I call someone else to take me? FYI you won’t get five stars if I have to do that.”
He groaned, and started up the car again, pulling out onto the high street.
“It’s your funeral,” he murmured, but I ignored him, pulling out my phone instead, and messaging Grease.
Me:Thank you for saving me.
I kept my eyes on those dancing dots as he formed his response.
G:I know you didn’t *need* my help, but I’m glad I was there.
I was smiling as I replied, my fingers flying not quite as fast as my brain.
Me:I’m woman enough to admit that you saved me, but don’t push it. Can I visit?
It was dumb to ask, because if he said no, I’d have to back down to this asshole driver, but if I turned up unannounced, and he got pissed, I’d be stranded there.
G:You want to come to the clubhouse?
Well, duh, was that not clear?
Me:Yeah. I wanted to see you, or do you not want me to?
He was quiet too long, and I realised I was hanging on his every word, like a schoolgirl with a crush, but that was how I was starting to feel.
My phone rang then, and I answered the call to a growl from him that had my insides quivering.
