Page 38 of Tesio
“And in her?”
“No, that was the night you fucking witnessed, you big eyed fucker.”
“Well, I had successfully fucking burned that from my memory, but now the image of your pale ass is back, thanks for that.”
“You see my dilemma though, right?”
He was quiet, and that meant things were ticking over in that scary brain of his, so I held off pushing him for his response. It’d come. And I had a feeling I wouldn’t like it.
“Is it love? Like, are you wanting this to go somewhere?”
“See, now you’re hitting onme, man. I just like you as a friend.”
I listened to him laughing, but continued, because maybe he was onto something.
“Dunno. Probably not love, but definitely… something…”
“Buckle up, man, because you’re not gonna like this. The way I see it, you have two options. Let things continue, knowing she’stoast, or cut her loose, and stay away. If she doesn’t bother you again, maybe this can all go away.”
“She won’t leave it at that-”
“Your dick’s probably not that special.”
“I mean, she’s like a fucking bloodhound, waiting for something to use against me, or the club.”
He cursed. “Then maybe she needs to disappear before anyone tries to make that permanent.”
Fuck me.
“I’m not that kinda guy, man.”
“I’m saying she needs to leave town, fuckhead. Out of sight could also mean out of mind on this occasion.” It made sense, but how the fuck do I make a person leave the town she’s settled in, without telling her why?
Jamie
You know what’s scarierthan getting caught up with a hot and sexy biker, only to learn that I could have been raped or murdered when I crept into their compound? Getting a text message from someone who doesn’t, and shouldn’t, have my number.
Unknown:Seems we have a little misunderstanding, little pain. I didn’t ghost you that night. I was called away, and the prospect never told me you showed. I thought YOU ditched me.
I mean, it was obvious it was him, since he was the only one who called me that, and you know, all the other details in the message. I just didn’t know how to respond, because was it really that simple? Would he have reached out if I’d left a number? Or was this really down to a prospect not passing on a message.
Unknown:For the record, that prospect would be getting an asskicking, but he had a family emergency. Talk to me, little pain.
I agonised over what to say, and whether to reply at all, or just leave him wondering if he had the right number, but that begged the question, didn’t it? How the hell did he get this number at all?
Unknown:Don’t make me come looking for you, baby. I’m good at finding people.
Holy crap. Did he have my address too? Was it a threat? Was he threatening to come after me? Maybe Alex had been right this whole time, and why was I so easily thinking of him as Alex now, after always calling him by his surname. He was right. I was a fucking disgrace. That wasn’t a fair way to treat someone who was in my life day in and day out.
Unknown:Don’t just sit there rubbing one out at the idea of me, little pain, I’m right here, and I’m waiting for you.
I finally let myself respond, but if he’d been expecting me to play along, he was sorely mistaken. As much as I wanted to think about him, and how amazing the sex with him had been, I was too freaked out right now.
Me:How did you get this number?
I could see he was replying instantly, probably with that sly little grin of his. Damn him, he probably knew how hot it looked too.
Unknown:Already explained that, didn’t I? Aren’t people like you meant to be observant?
