Page 57 of Tesio
Evers groaned behind me, because he saw me tense up at the dismissive tone from this asshole.
“Get off the bike, NOW. Evers, I think he needs to be breathalysed.”
The biker huffed at me, as he rested his bike and climbed off it.
“You’re having a laugh, darlin’. I swear, I don’t need alcohol to be this charming. It’s all me.”
“What’s your name, wise-ass?”
He looked down at me, since he was probably six foot plus, and almost looked tempted to pat me on the head or something.
“Aw you wanna flirt with me, little copper? I thought you were Grease’s girl?”
Fuck. This is exactly what I’d hoped to avoid!
“I’m nobody’s girl. Give me your name, unless you’re considering resisting arrest?”
“I’m getting arrested now? I just thought you wanted me to dance like a fucking monkey to prove I’m sober.”
“Evers? I think we need to take him in. He’s resisting.”
The biker let out a frustrated growl.
“For fuck’s sake, you dumb bitch, I’m trying to fucking cooperate, but you’re not hearing me. Typical fucking woman, that is. Blah blah blah, and no effort to listen!”
I wanted to push him. I wanted him to cross the line so I could arrest him, even though it risked putting me in contact with Grease, or maybe because of it.
“Say something worth listening to, and maybe I’ll consider it, dipshit.”
He advanced threateningly, glowering down at me, and not scaring me even a bit.
“You looking for trouble, bitch? I’m pissed off enough now that I’ll bite. This how you treat Grease? I knew he was a kinky fucker, but I didn’t know he was the one bending over and taking it.”
“Okay, okay, there’s no need for any trouble here, sir. Let’s just ticket you for the speeding, and you can be on your way,” Evers interjected firmly, trying to nudge me away from the biker.
He turned to me next. “Why don’t you radio it in and wait in the car?”
“You’re sidelining me?”
“Yeah, go and do as you’re told, little girl. Let the men deal with this.”
“Fuck you!”
He shoved past Evers to get to me, knocking me on my ass in the process.
“Bitch!”
“And that’s you under arrest, mate,” Evers said from behind him, as I swallowed hard and pushed up from the concrete, my butt and hip throbbing from the hard landing.
“Grease might take your shit, but we’re not all as tolerant as him. You might wanna think about giving so much attitude to men much bigger than you!” He snapped, as Evers led him past me and put him in the back of the car.
My god, what did I just do? I had no idea which member of Grease’s club he was, but I knew it’d get back to Grease. Would he be pissed off at me for starting trouble with one of his club brothers? Would he think I’m doing it for his attention?
“What the hell was that? You know we’ll have trouble making charges stick, Jay. You were getting in his face and egging him on.”
I brushed dust and grit from my legs, and ass, with a grimace.
“I didn’t mean to.”
