Page 59 of Tesio
“Gee, really? I never thought of that.”
I flipped him off, and took the tablet as he handed it back.
“Your office is almost ready, you wanna check it out?”
“Already did. It’s getting there. Wish the fire hadn’t fucked up my chair though, it was just how I like it.”
“So, have you seen her?” The fucker completely ignored my very legitimate beef about my chair. It was a fucking expensive one I’d brought with me, and I was pissed that it was destroyed in the fire.
“No.”
“Just no?”
“Um… very no?”
“Prick. No texts or anything? Just nothing?”
I grabbed the tablet and got up, because this wasn’t a conversation I wanted to be having right now.
“The Don spoke and I listened. No more PC Pain. I just have to fucking keep my head down, and that’s what I’ve been doing.”
“Sorry, man.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Rocket was a majorprick when he got back from his little overnight stay in lockup, overnight because he punched a fucking officer in the end. The first thing he did when he got back was find me, and tell my ‘little police officer pussy’ was a complete bitch, and after I decked him, he tried to fight me.
“Rocket, get the fuck to my office,” Micro yelled, shoving him away from me, but he wasn’t going easily.
“Can you just go fuck her, so she’ll be in a better mood, or did you already fuck her so badly that she’s permanently like this? You couldn’t just do her right?”
I went for him again, and this time I was the one getting shoved back.
“Can we try to remember that we’re fucking brothers here?”
“He’s not my fucking brother,” Rocket hissed at him, and I could see him getting ready to out me, and fuck this all up, so I went for him again, and all three of us hit the ground, scuffling with each other, until several of our brothers pulled us apart.
“Rocket, my fucking office NOW! Grease, get back to your tech area, and start packing up to move into your office. I need this shit to stop. This isn’t how we roll, for fuck’s sake!”
“Yeah, of course he gets to walk away because he’s so fucking untouchable,” Rocket grumbled, flipping me off with both hands as he backed away.
“Asshole.”
“This isn’t over, Grease. You’ll be wearing my fucking fist-print as a medal soon enough.”
Micro watched him leave, then turned to me, and lowered his voice.
“He’s getting out of control. After I speak to him, I’ll check in with Reacher. This may not be the right place for him right now.”
“I can make him disappear for ya, Pres,” I offered, and grinned as Micro rolled his eyes and walked away from me.
“What’s the beef there, man?” Stag asked me, trying to follow me back to my temporary tech hole.
“None of your business, dickhead. Can you fuck off and let me get this done, like the Pres demanded?”
“You don’t think others are gonna wonder why he’s saying you’re not his brother? You think they’re all too dumb to tell you’re a mafia guy?”
“There’s a reason it’s called undercover, fuckface. You wanna take this up with the Pres, you go right ahead, but you out me to the others, and I’ll bury you so fucking deep, nobody will ever even smell ya.”
