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Grease spun on his heel and shoved Micro back a few steps.
“Yeah? Values me? He keeps fucking offloading me to fuckers like you lot, and then just when I’m settled and happy, he’s pulling me away again. You know what? Just for once, I’d really like to make a decision for myself. I…FUCK. I could be happy here.”
“With her, you mean?” Her? Her who? Please be me, although this was starting to look like he’s in a lot of trouble, and I didn’t know if I could even help him.
“Yes. Okay? Yes, with her. I’ve never fucking… she gets me. She’s… who am I kidding, though, right? I’ll go be a good fucking boy as usual.”
He was heading back into the compound, with Micro following him.
“I know, man. I know this is shit, but defying him would be too dangerous.”
The gates closed again, and I lost any opportunity to hear what they were saying. My mind reeling with everything I’d seen and heard, I ran back to my car right at the end of the lane.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Hours of bullshit withthe Don, with him turning his nose up at the coffee, and refusing to sit on the ‘dirty substandard’ chairs, and then he drops a bombshell and flies off again.
A week.I had a fucking week left here, and then I had to go back to his compound, and that stuffy fucking life I literally hated at this point.
“Get some sleep, man. We’ve been up all fucking night with that asshole.”
Asshole was the right fucking word. First he warned me to stay away from my little pain again, because he figured out I was with her, even though I did everything I could to stay off the radar, and now… now he was taking literally everything from me.
“I can’t… I don’t think I can go back, man. They make me go back, and I’ll end up killing every fucker who even looks at me.”
Micro groaned, pointing toward his office.
“You want a drink and a chat, man? I don’t like seeing you like this. And not just because you might kill me, or someone else here. Maybe everyone.”
He wasn’t all bad, as it turned out, in fact, I was really starting to like the fucker.
“Nah, Pres, get home to your old lady. I’ll get my head down for a couple of hours, then get to work.”
I would have as well, only I ran into Rocket on my way to the block housing the few bedrooms we had so far, and he was drunk and in a pissy mood yet again.
“Aw why the long face,Tesio, getting reamed by the boss again?” I knocked the fucker a few steps back, and then I buried my fist right in his smug fucking face.
“What the FUCK did you just call me?”
He glared up at me from the ground, using the back of his hand to wipe blood from his mouth.
“You walk around here acting like you’re a fucking god or something. You’re just a mafia bitch, and it’s time to go home to daddy.”
“Whoa, it’s like you really wanna die today, fuckhead. Are you the one who’s been running to him about every little thing I do?”
He blinked dumbly at me, turning to spit blood out on the ground.
“Wish I’d thought of that, cunt. Why don’t you fuck off back to your luxury fucking mansion, and leave this place to the real bikers, huh?”
“Why don’t you stand up and say that to my face, if you’ve got the balls? See, I’ve heard all about you, man. Women gotta fake being pregnant just to get you to act like a man.”
“FUCKER!” Rocket surged up from the ground and crashed into me, swinging his fists like he thought he was any kind of threat to me. I held him off easily, because he was so fucking drunk he could barely hit the mark.
“Jesus Christ, what’s wrong with you fuckers?” Micro was suddenly trying to drag Rocket off me, but the fucker was heavy, and pissed, and this was getting old fast.
A prospect came to help drag him off, and as soon as my legs were clear, I planted them in Rocket’s gut and shoved hard, knocking him flying, and unfortunately taking down Micro and the prospect at the same time.
“Dammit, Grease!”
