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How the hell could I have fallen for that bullshit, and why the hell had I started to soften for him? Why the hell had I become so hormone-intoxicated, that I thought he was a good idea? So my body wanted him, so what? My brain was far too fucking smart to make this kind of mistake.
No matter how much I tried to convince myself that I was an idiot for feeling like he wanted me, wasn’t the evidence all there? Hadn’t he kissed me like he wanted me again? Hadn’t he devoured me like he wanted to keep me? Didn’t he fuck me like he really meant it? Did I imagine all of that? Can a man fake that stuff, or is it just that men could get it up for anyone with holes?
“Was there something you wanted Grease for specifically? Should I call his phone, or I can call the Pres down, officer?” I swallowed hard, shaking my head at the prospect on the gate, which had been closed for, I think, the first time ever that I’d visited. I’d say it was progress, but it would make it harder for me to get back in for more recon.
Grease had derailed me last time, but it wouldn’t work a second time. My needy lady parts might have let him confuse them, but I wouldn’t fall for his crap again. Next time I arrested him, I’d make sure it stuck, and I’d do everything in my power to make sure he didn’t get straight back out again. Even if I had tomake sure he did more than lick my nose or poke me. Even if I had to sustain a real injury to use against him.
It sounds insane to a person who isn’t me, but this is my job. To catch bad guys, and he’s a bad guy. No matter how he may have softened for a few moments, he’d lured me out here just to make a fool out of me, and I could never forgive that.Ever.
I waved off the prospect’s repeated offers to call their President, or ‘interim president’ as it said on his cut, because why the hell would I want to speak to Micro? The guy seemed okay, decent enough, even kind of gentle compared to Grease, but he wasn’t who I wanted.
Okay, so what I wanted right now was more about nailing his fucking balls to the wall, but would I soften again when I saw him, or could I stay strong, and keep him from getting inside my head, or my pants, again?
We hadn’t exchanged phone numbers so I couldn’t even text him to call him all the assholes under the sun for standing me up, but was that just me being pathetic? Did he really offer me anything more than a roll in the sack or two? Wasn’t I just making a bigger deal out of things?
As I backed my car away from the gate, I steeled myself, and forced such thoughts from my head, because the only way to be strong was to stick to my original plan. For good to defeat evil, and that meant taking him down. Look out, Grease, you just made an enemy, and your biggest mistake was underestimating her.
Chapter Eighteen
The worst thing aboutbeing called back to the Don’s compound was… well, there were two worst things actually. First off, I was missing revisiting the hot, tight pussy of that uptight little pain in my ass. That was bugging me the most, I think, because I’d had plans for her tonight, but now I was stuck in a fucking meeting with the Don and Luca, and several of the other stiff suits, and that was the second shitty thing about being called back.
Oh, and they made me go and get suited up for this. I couldn’t slink into the room in my jeans and cut, because this was a mafia meeting. They never used to include me in so much, but this? This was getting old, because it was like a power thing. Like a ‘we can call you back any time we want, and don’t you forget it’. Like a reminder that freedom was just a fucking myth, and it’d never be mine.
“Anything to add, Tesio?” Did I have anything to add? No, well, yeah, but I’d get a bullet in my fucking face for saying what I wanted to.
“Something bothering you, Tesio? You think this is all somehow beneath you, now you’re a fucking leather-clad heathen like the rest of those bikers?”
I glared at Luca, and turned to face the Don again.
“Nothing relevant to this meeting, no, boss. All is going as it should at the club.”
He nodded. “The success of this secondary chapter is something that will open doors for us too, Tesio. It may seem like a fun little holiday for you, but this is always about business.” I gritted my teeth, and didn’t speak, because all that’d come out of my mouth would be calling him an asshole, calling all of them condescending fuckers, and telling them to stick it up their uptight fucking asses.
“About this cop,” Luca said next, and my focus shot straight to him again, to the sly twist of his lips, because it was dangerous for him to know about her.
“Which one?” I asked carefully, trying to look completely unconcerned, while alarm bells were going off in my head. No, actually, fucking police sirens. If he threatened her, would I react like a fucking protective boyfriend, which I wasn’t? Would I figure I’ve had my fun, and let them take action? Would I risk my own life, just to make sure hers gets to continue?
“I think we all know which cop I mean, Tesio. PC Charles. She’s getting too close, no?”
I forced a smirk, and shrugged. “She’d like to get too close, if you know what I mean.” The Don chuckled, and that alone sent shivers of ice down my spine, because he didn’t chuckle unless something was really amusing him, and that usually meant something violent or fatal for someone.
“She’s a threat to the club’s security, Tesio. You know what must be done.” Fucking hell. I was here to be told the decision was already made, wasn’t I? This was about witnessing how I reacted to her fucking death warrant being signed.
“She’s not a threat to a fucking thing. She’s some jumped up little bottom of the ladder loser, who thinks she knows what she’s doing. All she’s doing, just so you know, is mouthing off, and making a fool of herself. That’s not a threat to anyone or anything.”
Luca snorted, drawing my attention back to him, but his eyes widened at whatever he saw on my face.
“Someone’s getting attached. I don’t think it’s wise to be getting comfortable around the police, do you, Tesio?” Fuck me, now they think I’m turning informant or something.
“So this is about making accusations at me, when I’ve done everything that’s been asked of me? For my entire fucking life, I’ve toed the line. I’ve worn the fucking suits, and kissed the fucking ring, and now I’m being questioned for doing exactly what you sent me there to do? You sent me to keep an eye, to get their security up to spec, and to back up the club, so the second chapter can be patched over successfully. Oh, and you sent me along with those four cunts from their little mercenary squad, and where the fuck are they? Huh? They’ve been fucking non existent, while I’ve been doing what was asked of me. Ha. Asked.Demanded. I did what you fucking demanded, and now my loyalty’s in question? Why don’t you go fuck yourself, Luca!”
He stood up, and so did I, because that’s just how it fucking worked. The Don slammed a hand against the big shiny conference table, and the atmosphere cracked a little, letting me grab a breath, before I did something that couldn’t be undone. Hell, maybe I already had, but you know what? I wasn’t about to let them fucking kill that cop lady, just for showing an interest in the club.
“Be seated,” the Don said quietly, and for a moment we glared at each other, waiting for the other to move first, like being last to sit down was the position of power right now.
“Now.”Nope, the power was still with him, so I nodded respectfully, and sat.
“Sorry, boss.”
