Page 5 of Tesio
“Of course I don’t. I meanme. I’m not, but it stinks in here, so I’m getting out for some air. You might wanna lay off the fucking beans.”
Ice burst out laughing and flipped me off. “Get out of here, you jackass.”
See? Biker life. You take the piss out of each other, flip each other off a lot, and do what the hell you want. I fucking loved it.
I passed Lissa in the hallway and winked at her, because I could see what direction she was heading in, and I was glad I missed the start of the show this time. Whatever the hell they were into, I really didn’t want to know more than I already did.
I handed off the dirty mugs to Tommy as I sat at the bar, and ordered a beer. There was no way in hell I was going back up there too soon, because I didn’t want to even hear what those two were up to. Last time there was furniture knocked over, and I swear there was cum on the carpet.
“Hey, man. Ice untied you for a break?” Micro sat beside me, that ever present smirk on his face, as he did his best to piss me off. I’d been told it was just his way, but guys like that didn’t lastlong in the mafia, so honestly, I didn’t know whether to laugh it off or smash this bottle, and jab the jagged end of it into his throat. It could go either way, to be honest.
“Yeah, chafing’s a bitch,” I finally said, taking a deep gulp of my beer as I rethought my plans. I’d figured I’d sit here for a beer or two, then go back up with lunch and coffee, but if I had to hang with this dickhead, all bets were off.
Micro laughed, slapping a palm against the bar, as he pointed Tommy to whatever the fuck he wanted to drink. Great. Guess he was fucking joining me then. Why didn’t I like this guy? I had no idea. Most of them I liked. Most of them I really fucking liked. This guy though? I dunno. He was just a bit too laid back. Too fucking happy to sit on his ass, and do nothing but make snarky comments, and wind people up.
“Nice black eye you’ve got,” I said snidely, watching as the smirk dropped for a moment, before it reappeared like a fucking bad smell.
“Yeah, Has got in a cheap shot, but it’s okay, he’s having a rough time or whatever. I don’t mind being a punching bag for every fucker who gets whipped.”
Whipped. Nice way to put it, man. They fucking found love, which apparently pissed off guys like him.
“Got a problem with a guy settling down? Or are you just realising what you’re missing? All this faceless pussy not doing it for you anymore?”
He glared at me, finally staring back down at his beer, picking at the label idly.
“Guess I’m just starting to get fucking lonely. I can only hang at the hospital with Torch so much, and when I’m here, nobody’s fucking talking. Nobody’s shooting the breeze. It’s… Jesus, listen to me whining. Maybe I’m getting PMT like all the fucking bitches around here these days.”
I mean, I almost felt for the guy, but then he went right back to being a prick. No wonder nobody wanted to hang with him.
“Have you tried not being a jumped-up little shit? It works wonders.”
He surged up from his seat, looking like he thought he’d survive a scrap with me.
“What’s your fucking beef, man? You’ve been an asshole to me since you arrived here. You think you’re better than me or something? And what kinda name is Grease anyway? Bikers don’t have dumb names like that.”
I stood up too, because if that fucker thought he got to tower over me, he was mistaken.
“Because Micro is a fucking genius name? Shoulda just gone with Tiny Dick, but I guess that was too on the nose.”
“Oh Jesus,” I heard Tommy mutter, before Micro lunged at me, trying to bury his fist in my face, but the difference between us? I’m fucking mafia trained, and no meathead biker’s getting the jump on me. I blocked him, slamming my knee up into his junk, and watched him crumple to the ground, both hands cupping his crushed nads.
“Listen here, you pathetic little twat. I don’t much like you, and I don’t have to. I’m looking to make this my home, and you’re not gonna drive me away, no matter how hard you try, so give up.”
I leaned over, ready to put his lights out if he kept pushing it, and I swear to fuck I heard him muttering the words ‘mafia reject’, but I didn’t get a chance to react, because someone else butted in.
“Are you fucking shitting me? I was led to believe you were a level headed fucker,” Reacher snapped, dragging me away from Micro, before he turned to glare down at him.
“And you, do you have to pick a fight with absolutely fucking everyone? Don’t we have enough shit going on here?” He reached down and helped Micro up, patting his shoulder.
“I know you’re missing Torch, son, but he’ll be back before you know it. So go put some ice on your balls, and I’ll find Grease something to do to keep him occupied.”
Tommy led Micro back to the sofas at the back of the lounge, promising to return with an ice-pack, and I turned to face Reacher.
“Sorry, Pres. He was getting on my tits again.”
Reacher groaned. “Can we talk?” I nodded, following him to his office, and waiting ’til he closed the door.
“Is he in the loop?” I blurted before he could say anything, and from the look on his face, I already knew he wasn’t.
