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I nodded at the papers, and reached for them. “These are the quotes?” Micro shrugged, letting me take them and ignore his suggestion, although it was pretty much the only way to get to stay longer, at least for now.
“There’s really no way out?” He asked quietly, and I lifted my eyes from the paperwork.
“Body bag, man. I don’t think that’s the route I wanna take, even if I do want out.”
“Maybe Reacher can convince the Don that we need you long term to ‘enhance relations’ or something.”
I smirked at him, tossing the first quote aside, because fuck that shit, they’re taking the piss. The next one looked a little better.
“He’ll think you want my cock, man. You wanna be careful how you word shit like that.” I tossed the second quote and glared at the third. “Man, did they see you coming. These are ridiculous. Lemme make some calls.”
Micro snorted. “I had no idea what I was doing, man. Computers I can do. Security, I thought I had a handle on. I mean, I was spying on people who never knew I was there, but this? I guess my thoughts are elsewhere right now.”
“Sophie okay? The baby?”
It’s like I switched a light on in him, because he literally lit up and grinned widely at me.
“We got pics… you wanna see?” Jesus, now I had to play nice about babies.
“Is it one of those creepy ones where it looks like a demon child?”
He stared at me like I was insane, which I could kinda understand, and shook his head.
“Could you at least pretend to be a real boy? I promise it won’t give you nightmares.”
I let him hand me the damn thing, and you know what? It was kinda cool, but didn’t make me get the urge to procreate. I wasn’t sure biker life would be any better for a kid than mafia life, I mean, look at who I’m sitting across from. He was raised by an absolute fucking psycho, and it messed him up so bad, he tried to murder everyone he knew. At least he’d lost that side of him now, but he didn’t know about the secret fucking plan in place for if he ever went there again. I really hoped it wouldn’t come to it, but it wasn’t just Reacher and Stitch who wanted a backup plan, to protect the club from him, but Rossi too.
He still didn’t understand how Micro didn’t die for what he did, and I guess a lot of people would have wondered the same thing, but even though Reacher had been his main target, the guy had a huge fucking heart, and wanted to give people a chance to redeem themselves. You couldn’t fault that, unless it hurt people. If Micro went dark side again, he’d disappear so fast, everyone’s fucking heads would spin.
“It’s nice, man. Congrats. Is that a little wiener I can see?”
He snatched it back and stared at it. “You can’t see that, you prick. We don’t know yet, but I’ll be honest, I’m kinda afraid of having a boy. What if I fuck him up like my dad did?”
“You think you couldn’t fuck up a daughter just the same?”
“Jesus fuck, what if I have a daughter and fuck that up too?” He dropped the picture and rested his face in his hands, and I felt like a real asshole. Upsetting him hadn’t been my intention, I was just shooting the shit, and now I think I was starting to understand Stag a bit. The fucker was always winding us up, but maybe he didn’t mean to, just like I didn’t.
“I didn’t mean that, man. I was just being adorable. You won’t fuck up your kid, no matter who they are. You know what not to do, so you won’t do it. I know you won’t.”
A low groan was my only response.
“Shit. Did I break you? I honestly thought it’d take more.”
One of his hands moved away from his face and flipped me off, but he laughed, and shook his head as he finally looked at me again. I was relieved to see him shaking it off, because I didn’t want to ruin his happiness over having a kid. Hell, even if I kinda hoped I’d be long gone by the time there was some snivelling baby hanging around here.
“Are you done being a prick, Grease?”
I shrugged a shoulder, shoving my chair back and grabbing those quotes again.
“There’s a first time for everything. Leave this with me. I’ll have updates for you tomorrow.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Covering for Grease hadreally shot me in the ass. Three days later… A disciplinary meeting with my superiors, a warning about my future conduct, and another ‘anger management’ session were all in order after the sex attacker got a boo boo, and it all became about him.
I was really trying to be a good police officer, and do the job right, and all that shit, but I was supremely pissed off that a man could attack a woman, and somehow she’s in trouble for defending herself.
I mean, okay, did Grease go overboard, and hospitalise the bastard, yes, as it turns out, he did. That’s because when you crack someone’s rib, and they move wrong and it punctures their lung, they need medical treatment, but that wasn’t my fault, or Grease’s.
