Page 58 of Tesio
“You’re already being monitored for your conduct in uniform, dammit. You could end up suspended again!”
“You think I don’t know that? Dammit! Why did he have to be such a prick?”
I followed him and got back in the car, tucking the biker’s helmet in the boot first, because we wouldn’t want to be taking responsibility for that getting damaged.
“I need to make a call if that’s alright with little miss cunty over here,” the biker said, doing himself no favours.
“You can do that at the station house.”
“If something happens to my motorcycle-”
I swivelled in my seat to glare at him. “You’ll what? Make more empty threats?”
He leaned closer, snarling at me, “You thinking my threats are empty is gonna be your biggest mistake, cop!”
Tesio aka Grease
Micro put down thephone and cursed, just as I stepped into his office, to update him on the camera upgrades I’d been sorting. The improvements and rebuild were going fairly well, which just added to the stress piling up on me, because that meant my return to hell was imminent now.
“Whassup?”
He cursed, scrolling through his phone for something.
“Rocket got himself arrested. Fuck’s sake. Why can’t anyone around here just stay the fuck away from those cops?”
He tapped away at his phone and dropped it on his desk, and when he looked at me, he realised what he’d said.
“Sorry, man. That wasn’t a dig at you. I’m just pissed that half the guys around here seem to live to make my day worse.”
I dumped my tablet on his desk and tapped my fingers idly on top of it. What were the chances that my little pain was involved in this situation? Would she keep on at the club despite our little parting conversation, or was she leaving us alone, and this was simply a coincidence?
“What did he do this time?”
Micro cursed, dropping heavily into his seat and resting his elbows on the desk.
“It was your bird, by the way. He says she’s got some kind of beef with the club, and she was at him from the second they pulled him over.”
“And they pulled him over for?”
“Speeding. I know, I know. He’s not denying that, just saying things escalated, hence the arrest. He’s so volatile lately, I just don’t know what the fuck to do with him. He came here fora change of scenery, after the woman he was seeing faked a pregnancy and fucked him about. I get that he’s had it rough, but haven’t we all at this point?”
I dropped down in the seat and propped my feet up on the desk, earning a glare from Micro, which I chose to ignore.
“He wasn’t drinking again, right? Every time I see him lately, he’s rat-arsed.”
Micro leaned over and shoved my boots, knocking my feet off his desk and making me grin, because I loved winding the fucker up sometimes.
“I’ll talk to him when he’s back, but I think if he’d been drinking, he’d have said. I’ve sent the lawyer to sort it out.” The lawyer, as in the one Rossi had allowed to assist the club. Call the guy what you will, but he’s useful to have around. I just wished I was a biker benefiting from it, rather than one of Rossi’s own men.
“In the meantime, I have those updates for you on the cameras. The new feeds are up and running, and the quality upgrade is fucking sweet.” I opened up the app on the tablet, and showed him, letting him take it from me, and swipe through the menus.
“Those blind spots that were taken advantage of at Halloween are now protected by the new rotation pattern.”
“Noice. And what about the gate cameras?”
I leaned over and swiped the screen, and panned through them.
“Fully adjustable to suit whether they’re open or closed, although, for fuck’s sake, keep them closed as much as possible.”
