Page 87 of Tesio
“Oh,” she breathed, as I tugged on her hair, and dragged her into a kiss, because when she parted her lips like that, it reminded me of all the things I still wanted to do to them. To all of her.
“This isn’t a shagging van, you pervs. If I see him get his dick out, I’ll cut it off,” Ice grumbled from behind us, leaving me grinning into our kiss, before I pulled back to flip him off.
“You wish you could get a glimpse of my fine cock.”
“I thought the golden monstrosity tucked in your pants was your overcompensation piece, man. I’ve seen enough already.”
I turned to give him a mouthful of the usual abuse, but he held up a hand, and because of the situation going on right now, and nothing else, I shut it.
“They’re wrapping up, apparently. Amato’s just coming out.” I wished I could go and put a bullet in that cunt’s face, but on the offchance Rossi was trying to build bridges, I held off.
I glanced at the buildings lining the street as I waited for the prick to appear.
“You guys checked all those flats opposite the shitty little club, right?” I mean, who calls a fucking clubEyegasm, right? No class.
“The ones we could get into, yeah. Some are occupied.”
Wait. I grabbed the curtain again, attempting to scrutinise the many windows, which had sunlight reflecting off of the glass. It was impossible, but this should have already been dealt with.
“You’re telling me there could be a fucking sniper in one of those flats? You should have fucking said that sooner!” I dragged the van door open, and hopped out, running down the street, with one hand already on my gun. I wasn’t leaving this to chance, because clearly those assholes didn’t get how dangerous this was for Rossi.
We should have parked nearer, I cursed to myself, as I watched Amato being driven away in a dark car, and the door opened again. I ran alongside the building, my gun in hand, safety off, and I watched in horror as the light reflecting from one of those windows suddenly adjusted, as someone opened it. FUCK!
I reached the door just as Rossi stepped out, and my gun was already aimed at that window, bullets flying, and hoping like hell that I hit the fucker, before he got a shot off at my boss.
Yelling, a crash of bodies, and sudden searing pain punching my side, all happened at once, and as my head hit concrete with a dull thud, the light disappeared as I lost consciousness.
Jamie
Ihad no ideawhat had set Grease off like that, but I couldn’t let him run into danger alone. I hurried along behind him, wishing I had a weapon, and was stunned into an appreciative stupor at the way he aimed, fired, and hit that window that had opened suddenly, all while running!
I caught sight of that old bastard he’d been working for, and hiding from, and did the first thing that came to mind. I threw myself at him, and the woman with him, even though there were other guns in the air, and taking a heavy hit myself, moments later, when a heavy body crashed into mine.
It was Grease, and he wasn’t moving.
“GOD NO! Grease!” The chaos around us faded into nothing but white noise, as I cradled his head in my lap, pressing my hands against his side, where blood was blooming at an alarming rate.
“Help us!”
A woman crouched beside me, pressing her fingers against Grease’s throat, and yelling to someone, but words had lost allmeaning, as I watched the man I loved, bleeding silently in my lap.
“Help him, please!” I gasped at the strange woman, as she waved someone over.
The older guy, who dropped down beside him, checked his pulse too, and yelled something to someone behind me.
“Got it, Jeffrey, get him out of here.”
It was one of those London guys speaking, I think, but I moved with Grease, as several people lifted him, and ran with him to a small, unmarked van-like vehicle, which was revealed as an ambulance once the doors opened. Who the hell were these people?
“Let the Bennetts know I’m taking him to the hospital, not the clinic. I don’t like how much he’s bleeding. We’ll need access to their blood stock.”
The doors slammed behind us, and the vehicle roared into motion, and I kept my focus on my man laying on the gurney, who was being adeptly administered to, by the strange man they called Jeffrey.
“Can you let me get at that wound, love? I just need to see what’s what,” his gruff voice finally permeated my senses, and I backed up, scooting along the bench seat, to sit closer to Grease’s head. I stroked his hair away from his face, leaning down to kiss his forehead.
“Please be okay, Grease. I need to kick your ass for getting shot, you idiot.”
The doctor chuckled, as he worked on saving my man, his hands moving fast and sure, as he folded his leather cut open and tucked it under his back, then sliced the rest of his clothing away, cleaning up the area to check on the wound.
