Page 69 of Tesio
“I dunno what kinda stuff you guys indulge in, but I’m out.”
“Fuck you,” Grease grunted at him, wrapping a hand around my mouth, as he tugged me tighter against him. I tried to ignore how good it felt to be pressed against him, because I now understood that he was here to kill me. Why him though? Why couldn’t it be someone else? Anyone else?
“I don’t have time for your mouth right now, little pain, so open your fucking ears and hear me. We need to get the fuck out of here, before reinforcements turn up looking for you.”
Reinforcements?
I tried to speak and he cursed. “No. I don’t need you to speak. I just need you to get on my fucking bike with me, so we can leave.” I was shaking my head, even though going with him would be amazing, if it wasn’t for me to die.
“Can’t let you say no to this, babe. It’s this or you die.”
Oh god. My breath started rasping behind his hand, and I elbowed him again.
“Fuck!”
“Okay, lemme help,” Micro said, leaning closer to me, “PC Charles, you know me, and you know Grease. This is Torch, another brother of ours,” the guy with them tipped his lips up on one side in greeting, “and we need to get you out of here before someone comes to kill you. That’s not us. We’re not here to harm you. We’re here to save you.”
I froze, all struggles stopping the instant he said that, and Grease cursed again, suddenly releasing me.
“You thought we were… that I was gonna kill you?”
Torch laughed, slapping Micro’s back as he turned to head back to their bikes.
“Who knew you’d be the one speaking sense, man?”
Micro turned too and started heading back toward the three motorbikes resting at the curb near my house.
“Grease?”
He groaned, lifting my chin with his thumb and forefinger, to look me over.
“Baby, I can answer your incessant questions once we get somewhere safe. Somewhere they can’t find you. I’ll tell you everything then, so can you just come with me, and hold on tight while I take you to safety?”
I found myself nodding dumbly, so he grabbed my hand and we ran back to where they’d parked, and the scary guy, Torch, handed him a helmet. He helped me get it on my head, and climbed on his bike, straightening it up from the rest, before he reached for me and helped me on it behind him.
“Hold tight,” he yelled back to me as he pulled his own helmet on. So guess what? I held tight, and a little thrill rushed through me as the vehicle suddenly roared away from the pavement, and I absorbed the fact that I was wrapped around Grease, and wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Fuck me. We almostmissed her. We literally almost fucking missed each other by like thirty seconds. She was right there, watching as we turned up to try and save her. Probably even heard me taking down Rossi’s guys.
I mean, I literally signed my death warrant for her tonight. Attacking ‘the family’ was like turning traitor. I mean, I only gave them a little nap, not killing them, but still there was no way out for me now, and the fact that Micro and Torch were right there with me? I was fucking desperately praying that they wouldn’t catch the heat for it too.
I told them to wait outside, wanted to keep them from getting involved, but they kept insisting I was their brother, and brothers stick together, and it was all I fucking wanted. Except for the fact that nothing mattered anymore if she wasn’t with me.
We headed out of town to a ‘safe house’, aka a place Sophie was able to arrange via an old school friend. It wasn’t a long term thing, but I was hoping we could resolve everything with a fewhours, even if it meant changing our identities, and running for the rest of our lives. I had secret bank accounts, with money, and I had IDs for me. We just had to sort something for her.
I pulled up at the address Sophie had told Micro about when he called her from my burner, and checked out the perimeter by eye before I even lifted my visor up. It was quiet, a small house about a hundred yards off the road, and with no close neighbours.
Micro and Torch pulled up beside us, and made their way off their rides, and around to check the place out, while I kept Jamie on with me, just in case.
“Should we get off?” She yelled at me, and I shook my head, holding up a finger for her to wait. It wasn’t necessarily easy to talk with the motor still running, but I was taking no chances with her safety.
Micro stepped back outside the house and waved at us, so I turned off the engine, and helped Jamie off, before I led her inside. I wouldn’t let her take the helmet off until we were behind closed doors, just like I kept mine on too. It was probably a pointless exercise, but nobody could describe us if we didn’t show our faces.
“What is this place?”
It was furnished, but dated, and cold, because it had been empty and all turned off.
