Page 95 of Tesio
“Hey man, you look like shit.” Jackass.
“Probably look better than you every time you get shot.”
He laughed, dropping into the chair Rossi had sat in, crossing one ankle over the other knee.
“So. Cushy private room, eh? The Don must have arranged that, because I don’t have that kinda power.”
That hadn’t really occurred to me, but maybe it was because of him after all.
“Whatever. Where’s Jamie?”
“Jeez. Hey Micro, nice to see you, man. Thanks for stopping by, Pres. You’ve been a real godsend looking out for us both. We’re so grateful.”
I flipped him off, eyeing the door with concern. “Do I need to go look for her?”
He snorted. “Well, I mean, you’re lounging around a lot for a guy who just got shot. It’s not that big a deal.”
As if he’d walk this off, the fucker.
“Where. Is. She?”
“Fuck’s sake. Sophie took her to get something to eat. She was like the walking dead, you know, kinda like you look, you wuss.”
At least I didn’t want sensible conversation, huh?
“She’s okay?”
He shrugged. “She’s walking. I think that’s the best we can hope for after that shitshow yesterday.”
“The Don was here,” I blurted out, then facepalmed, because I used to be able to keep secrets, didn’t I?
“Yeah, I heard. How’d it go?”
I lifted both hands, ignoring the twinge of pain in my side. It’d been patched up again, and the pain relief had helped, for a while.
“I’m alive?”
He leaned forward, scrutinising me from just far enough away that I couldn’t slap his head.
“I mean, I guess you could call it that.”
He sobered though, after being a dickhead like we all knew he enjoyed being.
“I’m glad you made it, though. Some people were worried about you,” he glanced down at his hands for a moment, “and those same people are on standby to get you both the fuck out of town. Just say the word.” His eyes met mine then, and I saw steely resolve in them. This guy would risk it all to help us, andit shouldn’t have surprised me. The MC was a fucking family. A real one. Not a manufactured one.
“Thanks. I mean, thanks to those people, whoever they may be,” we both grinned, “but I need to meet with the Don again after I’m out of here. We’ll see where that goes.”
“Is that wise?”
“No other option. He wants to see Jamie with me, and I’m hoping that’s a good sign.”
Micro scratched his jaw, deep in thought.
“Or he enjoys shooting fish in a barrel.”
Yeah. Or that.
Chapter Forty-Six
