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“Sit in the back with me, little pain, I missed you,” he murmured as I slammed the car door in his face.
“Are you sure this is worth the hassle?” Evers asked me, as I shoved past him and headed for the driving seat. There was no way I was risking him changing his mind, and undermining me again. I didn’t care if I had to face that bastard lawyer again. Ruining Grease’s day is now top of my to do list as often as possible, I mean, did he even apologise? Did he even look like he felt bad about it? No. He went straight back to the sexual harassment, and actually looking bemused when I didn’t take the bait.
“You gonna talk to me?” he asked, leaning close, and gripping the mesh with his fingers. I forced myself to ignore him, and the curious looks coming from Evers, because he was as observant as a police officer probably should be, and he could tell there was an extra familiarity between us now. That comes from letting a man fuck you, and come inside you, because you’re a desperate whore. Obviously that’s how he thought of me too, otherwise he’d have at least found a way to tell me he couldn’t make it that night.
“Come on, little pain, you know you wanna banter with me. It’s our love language, our favourite form of foreplay.”
I flipped him off, and otherwise kept my lips zipped until we reached the station and dealt with that asshole lawyer again, and while I couldn’t make any charges stick, yet again, I was pleased to at least see Grease acting like he felt bad for wasting the lawyer’s time or something. At least this all inconvenienced him a little.
Seeing him put out was my new fucking pleasure in life. And did I take as long as possible with everything, to make sure he missed as much of that wedding reception as possible? I’m a petty bitch, and a woman scorned, so fucking right I did.
Chapter Nineteen
It shouldn’t have botheredme as much as it did, but she was acting like we’d never been anything to each other, and I’m not trying to be a pussy here, but one minute we were talking about fucking each other again, and the next, she was avoiding me, and then acting like I was nothing but scum to her.
I didn’t exactly expect to be anything other than that to her, but maybe I at least thought she’d act less cold with me or something. Jesus, when the fuckdidI turn into such a pussy? She’s the one who never showed up that night, even if I’d been called away. That spoke volumes.
I laughed it all off when I got back to the clubhouse, after a firm discussion with Lawson on the way back, which involved me demanding that he keep his mouth shut about the arrest this time, because hadn’t they given me one more fucking chance to avoid her before they decided to end her? If Micro hadn’t shoved me, I’d have backed down after a bit of banter. Getting arrested again hadn’t been the plan, but it got her hands on me for a moment, and apparently that was all I was getting now.
“We’re gonna fuck off, man. It’s time to fuck my wife.” I groaned, because did I really need that visual right now? Or ever?
“We don’t need a fucking commentary, Pres, just go do your thing, and we’ll see you when you’re back.” Were they having a honeymoon? No, because he was meant to be here daily until the club got patched over, at least, and he still didn’t know if he’d be around after that happened, because the word ‘interim’ was literally not just his title, but also his fucking life right now.
In my humble opinion, they’d be fools not to make it permanent, because he’d done wonders with this place. Weeding out the assholes and psychos, bringing in new prospects. Getting the place cleaned up and liveable, because it was a real hole when I first arrived, and bringing the bikers together like a brotherhood. That last part was the hardest, because he was, after all, instrumental in killing off everyone in power for the old club, and even the softest grudges had been an issue for a while.
I waved them off with the others, and headed for my room, because as much fun as it was, shooting the breeze with the guys, I needed some time for my brain to decompress. That last meeting with the Don had been an eye opener, because my being here was clearly ruffling some feathers back at the compound, but he was keeping me here for a reason.
Knowing that my little PC Pain could be in danger if I didn’t toe the line was an additional threat I hadn’t needed hanging over me, but I’d fought for her, and yet somehow she was acting like I’d never fucking touched her, never made her come so hard she forgot how to breathe, never showed her how a real man treats a woman.
“Hey, Grease,” Andy, one of the prospects was heading in my direction, and as much as I didn’t want to talk to him, he’d been offsite for almost a week looking after his mother, and seemed like a decent enough guy.
“‘Sup?”
He rubbed his hand over his jaw as he joined me. “Got a confession to make, man. I’m really sorry about this, but it happened like, right before I got the call about mum having that fall, and you know, shit just got real for a minute.”
I nodded, leaning my shoulder against the doorway of the building I very nearly escaped into, rather than having to make nice.
“She okay?”
He nodded. “We thought she broke her hip, but it’s just bruised, and she sprained her knee, and stuff. She’s starting to move about again now. I just kinda want her in a place with no stairs now, because now I’m expecting the next call to be saying she fell down those too, and fuck me, why am I burdening you with this shit?” I was wondering the same damn thing, but I’d asked, hadn’t I?
“Hope she gets back to normal soon, man.” I slapped his shoulder as I straightened up, ready to make my escape, and that’s when he caught my arm, and tension locked me in place. Someone fucking touched me, and that shit wasn’t cool with me. I could shoot the shit with these guys, and slap backs and stuff, but when someone grabbed me like this, or tried to put a hand on me, like they had some kind of right to touch me, that’s when I could lose it and hurt someone.
“The fuck?” I spun on the spot, slapping his hand away from me, and his eyes widened.
“Whoa, sorry. I just… I had to tell you something, and you were leaving.”
“Never put your hands on me, man, and speak fast. I’m losing patience.” He grimaced, backing up a few steps, which honestly I think helped both of us. He was nervous now, as he fucking should be, and I was on edge.
“Jesus, don’t kill me now I’ve pissed you off already. Just, you had a visitor that night, but I got called away, and you weren’t here, and I… shit, I just forgot to tell anyone to tell you.”
I froze, somehow knowing this was gonna be bad, because what night was he even talking about? Things had been crazy for a while here, and I’d been distracted by all the balls I was trying to juggle. Toe the mafia line while playing biker, the role I really wanted in life, reporting to fucking everybody, and hearing that clock ticking in the background, my fucking escape running out, and the impending return to mafia life hovering over me like a death knell.
“What?”
He swallowed hard, lifting both hands. “That cop, the lady one. She came by to see you that night. She was uh… she was dressed real nice, I dunno, maybe on her way somewhere after. Anyway, I told her you were gone. Away, like. I don’t think she was too happy about it.”Fuck. My blood ran cold in my veins right then, because suddenly I knew exactly what fucking night it was, and exactly why she was being a fucking ice queen. She didn’t fucking ghost me after all.
I’d called here that night, asking if anyone had been by to see me, figuring I’d get a message to her, even if it was too fucking little too late, and the prospect I spoke to said no. I guess he’d taken over from this prick, and my little visitor had gone unwelcomed, and fucking unwanted. I’d just assumed she’d changed her mind, because we both knew it was a bad idea, and risky as fuck. I figured getting laid wasn’t that big a deal to her in the end. Now, maybe, she was thinking I’d been the asshole, when I’d been convinced it was her this time.
