Page 29 of Tesio
“I’m sure you know the way out, cop, or do I need to escort you off the premises again?”
I finished dressing and stomped in his direction, slamming both palms against his chest, and shoving hard.
“The fuck?” He staggered a few paces, as his hands flew from his pockets, and he caught his balance on one of those damncrates. The whole reason I’d been here. I’d watched crates like these come and go for days. It had to be drugs or something.
“You got a problem, PC Pain? Thought you wanted a bit of rough, I mean, you begged, didn’t you?”
“You’re a fucking asshole!” I shoved past him and started marching away, but something held me back. I didn’t know what it was, so I blurted out the first thing that came to me.
“What was in the crates?”
I turned to see him leaning casually against them, grinning widely.
“Bike parts. See, we’re a motorcycle club, and we restore bikes to sell. It’s how we make money to keep things ticking over. All legitimate like.”
Fuck. I didn’t completely believe him, but I also knew I was walking away with nothing concrete to use against him, or the club, and I was still tingling inside from that thorough fucking he’d just given me.
“Fuck you.”
He followed me all the way back to the gates, chuckling away.
“Already did, and it was very nice. You’re quite bearable when you’re taking my cock.”
“You’re despicable! I got the point loud and clear, don’t worry!”
He reached for the gate, and smirked at me, clearly enjoying my discomfort like a complete asshole.
“Yeah? I mean, I’m usually pretty honest about things, little pain in my ass. Which point are you referring to?”
I stepped through the gates as he dragged them open, and turned to flip both middle fingers at him.
“You didn’t want to look at me, so you turned me away, and fucked me from behind. Don’t worry, I’m not an idiot, and the feeling is completely mutual!”
Grease followed me, instead of closing the gate, reaching out to catch my arm.
“What? Are you shitting me?”
What part of that made no sense to him? He struck me as incredibly intelligent, which was part of why he was so dangerous.
“For the record, I turned you around, because I couldn’t spread your legs with those fucking things sprayed on,” he pointed at my trousers, and I sucked in a breath as I caught up with his logic, “but now I’m gettingyourpoint, so thanks for being so clear. Guess we won’t be seeing you around here again.”
He stepped back behind the gate, and started dragging it closed.
“You show up here again, and I’m pressing charges.”
Chapter Sixteen
Try sleeping after that,because I fucking failed, but then maybe it was all a failure. Why the hell did I get so close to that fucking woman, that I ended up inside her? Oh yeah, because I hadn’t been with anyone in for-fucking-ever, because being a mafia guy, and an undercover biker, kept a fucker busy. And she was a pushy, mouthy bitch, but she was also pretty hot.
“Are you even listening to me, prick?” Ice asked me irritably, and I flipped him off. Videochats with him were exactly like being in a room with him, except that I could hit that shiny button and shut him the fuck up, at least until he called back. He was usually even more pissy after that though, so I saved it for emergencies.
“Yeah, I live to listen to you.”
He snorted, leaning back in his chair and lacing his hands behind his head.
“Look, all I’m saying is this, we know that cop’s badgering you, and we can do something about her. Get her in some kind of trouble, so she gets reassigned.”
“Don’t fucking touch her.”
