Page 86 of Tesio
“What about all the CCTV out there? Couldn’t that be monitored by bad guys?”
Ice snorted, turning to exchange an amused glance with Grease.
“It’s like she doesn’t think we know what we’re doing. Between the two of us, and this Nige prick, we’ve got it all under control. Nobody’s getting into these feeds, and definitely not without us realising.”
The frustrating part was that, if these people were the good guys, working with the cops, we’d be able to stamp out so much more crime, but… I realised that I didn’t necessarily see them as bad guys. The Don, sure, a mafia boss was definitely not a good guy, and these weird guys who own the club? Definitely not good guys. But the bikers? The more time I spent around them, the more I realised that they were decent men with good hearts, and sure, maybe they got caught up in stuff that wasn’t exactly lawful, but they weren’t bad people.
Sure… that’s exactly how good girls turn bad, right?
“Wish I could hear what they’re discussing,” Grease murmured, still watching like a hawk, as he monitored the meet from his hidden position.
“Not for our ears, man. He was very clear on that. Even his own people aren’t getting to hear it. Look though, he’s got plenty of backup. He’s got Luca, and some dick called Enzo in there with him, just by the doors, and he’s got others outside. Even Tori’s in there with him, and we know she’s good with a gun now too.” I didn’t know who Tori was, or how she’d proved herself with a gun, but there was probably only one way that’d happened, right?
I leaned closer to Grease, resting a hand on his back, on the leather of the cut he wore with such pride.
“Who’s Tori?”
“Aw she’s getting jealous, mate.”
“Fuck off, Ice. She’s Ryder’s old lady, little pain. You don’t need to worry about me hitting that.”
“You should worry aboutmehitting something of yours in a minute.”
We both ignored Ice’s laughter behind us, as Grease leaned closer to me.
“Tori’s the Don’s daughter too, okay? That’s why she’s there right now. Not because of the club, but to back her dad. Amato’s a fucker, and I don’t know why the Don’s even risking being in the same place as him, but I don’t like it.”
I rubbed his back in soothing circles, although I had no idea if he could even feel it through the thick leather of the cut.
“And what did she do to prove herself with a gun?” I couldn’t help asking, while he was being so forthcoming.
“Uh oh,” Ice murmured behind us, but we continued to ignore the snarky bastard.
“Uh… you remember how crazy Halloween was? The patchover party?”
No I didn’t. That was after we’d had one delicious encounter together, but I remembered there had been some insane party that night, because we were sent there when there was smoke visible from the nearest housing estate, and they were worried someone had set fire to the fields out there. He’d refused to tell me anything back then.
“No.”
Grease chuckled, sliding his fingers into my hair, and stroking them lightly through it, as he spoke. It was soothing, calming a little of my agitation, even though his words were anything but calming.
“A few former members of the club took offence to it being patched over, and drugged the booze. Jesus, it was fucking insane. There were fights, and dubious tattooing, guns, fire, the whole shebang.” I knew it! I knew there was more to that night than he’d led me to believe!
“You bastard!”
Chapter Forty-Three
Itell ya, howthe hell that made me a bastard, I had no idea, but I really didn’t like the fucking word. It was a sore point for me, what with being raised in the mafia by someone other than my parents. I definitely still fucking had one of each, even if I never saw them.
“Don’t call me that,” I said softly into her ear, as I leaned real close, letting my breath tickle her skin, sending a noticeable tremor through her.
“You… you don’t like it?”
“No.” I didn’t want Ice hearing this either, because it was never smart to give people something to use against you, even a friend. Even in banter, the word pissed me off.
“Grease?”
“I had parents. One of each. So I’m not a bastard, see?”
