Chapter Seven
Fuck me, it was good to be back in my old cut, and on two wheels, and even though I was face to face with that cunt, Micro, I couldn’t be as hard on him as I should be, because it was thanks to him, once more, that I was living free like this.
I mean, sure, I was still reporting to the Don, and had tweedle and the dum dums watching my every move, but still, it was like a second chance for me too.
“We gonna have trouble?” Micro asked, coming into my hastily set up tech suite, and pushing the door closed.
The urgency in his tone was a hint that he was feeling out of his depth, and I considered letting him struggle, because he’d attacked the club I fucking loved, but if Reacher and Stitch were giving him this chance, I had to try too.
Without him and his shenanigans, I’d never have known there was a better life that I was missing out on.
“You don’t fuck me, and I won’t fuck you,” I said cryptically, because he wasn’t on my good side yet, just less on my bad side.
“Look, I did fucking awful stuff, but I’m trying here, man. Soph means the fucking world to me, and so does this second chance. I’m not going to revert to who I was, I swear.”
I nodded, pointing at the seat across from me, and watching as he dropped heavily into it.
“You said to check into two guys, Burn and Roadkill, and I’m in agreement, they’re trouble. I’m still working my way into their old club’s files, but I know their type, and they’re gonna try making an example out of you. You need to watch your back.”
Micro rolled his eyes, his head moving with his eyes to really sell it.
“Well, I coulda told you that. Every fucker wants to knife me right now, man. You gonna help watch my back, or am I on my own here? I’m trying to keep everyone safe, but I can’t do that alone.”
I mean, he was literally the one person I wasn’t reporting to, but if this venture didn’t succeed, then I’d be back in mafia hell before I could fucking jerk off in my new bed.
“Let me finish getting into their old files, because I reckon there’s plenty of dirt there, and probably that’ll give us a better idea of whether they’re the only risk.
I’m running their real names and road names through various channels to see what I can find while I keep hacking. Hey, do me one solid here?”
Micro nodded, standing up again, and waiting for me to speak. I stood up too, it’s a mafia thing, capisce?
“You talk to Ice, and as far as he knows, this took me five minutes, yeah? These guys were a little more tech savvy than I expected, so I took the wrong route at the start. He doesn’t need to know that.”
“Yeah, the snarky bastard wouldn’t let you forget that. Don’t worry, he’s not even on my speed dial, man. It’s our secret, just keep me posted, because I don’t think I’m getting out unscathed today. Someone’s gonna want some kinda beef, and I need to be prepared for that.”
“You trust any of them?”
He headed for the door. “Me. Well, Harley, I think. He seems on board, but we’ll see. People don’t always show you their true face, right? I taught everyone I knew that little gem.”
After he left, I replayed our conversation, and one thing struck me.
If you’d blindfolded me, and disguised his voice, I would have said that wasn’t him.
I’m not saying he found God or some shit, but he was different.
The anger was gone. The spitting rage that we’d all seen tastes of, it just wasn’t there anymore.
Was his little lady the reason? And if so, could we rely on that to keep him in line, or would he fall back on old habits once everyone’s guard was down?
When I got into those files, what I found was a fucking treasure trove of crimes and misdemeanours that would destroy this club if that news came out, and that’s why I was pissed when I first met the lady I’d come to know as PC Pain-In-My-Ass.
Especially since the first time she stopped by, I’d not long put a bullet in Burn, after he tried to kill our new Pres. After he’d seen off Roadkill earlier that same day, we thought maybe Burn would behave, but no. He pulled a gun on Micro, and I made him eat mine instead.
Jamie
When in doubt, act like you own the place, right? The gates were open when we pulled up outside, and they were backing a van up to one of the buildings, and didn’t that just look suspicious as all hell?
“Can we help you?”
I smiled widely at the young guy who approached me, grabbing the gate like he already realised he’d fucked up by leaving it open. If this was their idea of security, maybe they needed some pointers from their friendly local police officers?
“Who’s in charge here?”
The guy literally turned to look around him, and I spotted the word ‘prospect’ across the back of his black leather waistcoat.
Oh. They’re called cuts. See, I did research, so I knew that, and also that prospects were guys who wanted to join the club, but had to do a mandatory period as a prospect first. Apparently they were the ones most likely to do all the cleaning and security type stuff, which seemed risky to me.
You don’t trust a guy enough to make him a member yet, but you trust him with your safety?
“Guys, take five,” someone yelled, as he passed that van, which was now parked as close to one of the small concrete buildings as possible. There was definitely something untoward going on there, and my feet started moving before I realised what I was doing.
“Hey, you can’t go… she can’t do that, right? Is she allowed to just-”
“I’ve got this, prospect, why don’t you wait by the gate to shut her back out when she gets lost?”
It wasn’t a question as such, but it was the blatant insult against me that caught my attention, and had me turning to glare at the man approaching me.
He was tall, really tall, with dark, slicked back hair, and black clothes on, including one of the leather cuts.
His eyes were really dark too, it was almost like being faced with a demon or something, especially as his full lips tipped up in a smirk worthy of a movie star.
“See something you like, darlin’?” He practically preened, smoothing his cut, and reaching down to adjust himself in his jeans. Perv.
“Excuse you?” Nice and professional, right? I took a deep breath.
“I’m just stopping by to introduce myself, and my partner, who uh… well, we’re just making ourselves known to you, you know, in case you need the assistance of local law enforcement.”
His grin widened, and he stepped further into my personal space, looming over me like, my god, why was I thinking of him as some kind of demonic entity again? He was just hot and dangerous looking, dammit.
“You’re offering to aid and abet us, PC Pain?”
I frowned, his words twisting up in my head for a moment, before I grasped two things. One, he took my ‘offer’ as a suggestion that I’d be turning a blind eye to their crimes, and he called me PC Pain? What the hell does that mean? Is it a threat? Is he threatening bodily harm right now?
I fought the urge to back up, because he was too close, so close in fact, that I could catch deep enticing whiffs of some cologne, something dark and manly, with hints of motor oil or something equally manly.
“Are you suggesting that I’m not a law abiding officer, Mr uh…”
“Grease. My name’s Grease, and you’re the one who offered, love.” Offered? I didn’t offer any such thing!
“What? I came to introduce myself, that’s all. Why are you assuming I’m offering things I would… would never ever offer? You’re just trying to distract me from something, aren’t you?”
He laughed, a husky rumbly sound that I hated myself for liking.
“You got me. You gave me one hell of a boner, and I’m hoping you don’t look down and see it. Can’t have you getting all unnecessary while you’re on duty, right?”
I backed up then, because what the hell was he doing? He was distracting me, alright, and I thought myself to be far more in control of my faculties than this.
“Aw now I kinda want you to look at it, baby. It’s hard because of you, you know. Something about a woman in uniform gets him up, what can I say?”
I swallowed hard, fighting the desperate urge to let my eyes lower, to feast them on the bulge he insisted was in his pants right now. I was really starting to show myself up, and I hated both of us for that fact.
“This is bordering on sexual harassment, Mr Grease.”
He started chuckling again, taking a step closer to me, which I couldn’t help but back away from, because he was close enough already.
“Only bordering on it? Damn, I was hoping to make you cream those tight little panties, because you’re so fucking into me, it’s embarrassing.
You wanna get out of that uniform and onto something not very comfortable?
I’m talking about my cock, by the way. It’s gonna be too big for you, but we’ll make it fit.
It’s all about sliding it back and forth, so you can lube it up for me first.”
Oh my god! I held up a hand as I backed up again.
“One more word from you, and I’m arresting you. You… you can’t talk to people like this. Me! You can’t talk to me like this. I’m an officer of the law, and I’m simply here, making my-”
“Making yourself wet, yeah, we already covered that. Look, though, PC Pain, see, if I go getting it on with you right now, they’re all gonna think I’m into you, and I’m just looking to scratch an itch for you. Kinda like a public service. You like getting serviced by the public?”
I wanted to back up some more, not because I didn’t want to be near him, but because somehow his bravado, and arrogance, was really doing it for me, and I didn’t want him to know that.
“Aw… you’re looking a little overheated, PC Pain, why don’t I help you out of some of those bulky clothes?”
I was now holding both hands up between us, and I didn’t know what to say. I was lost for words, for maybe the first time in my life.
“Why… why do you call me that? It’s not… my name is PC-”
“I could tell the first second I saw you that you’d be a royal pain in my ass, cop, so I’m pretty sure your name is PC Pain-In-My-Ass. Trouble is, I’d rather be a pain in yours.”
I put my hand on my radio, preparing to call Evers to back me up, because he was advancing on me again, and suddenly I wasn’t sure I could get out of this without him making good on his threats. They were threats, not offers, not suggestions, not… not enticements. Threats.
I wished I could see them that way. Damn my body.
“What’s going on, man? Hey, officer. I’m Micro, I’m the Club President, uh, can we help you?”
I forced a little of the panic down, keeping my hand on my radio, just in case.
“She was just coming here to uh… introduce herself to my cock.”
“Fuck’s sake, Grease, will you get lost?”
The guy, Micro, was a bit of a mess. He’d clearly been on the wrong end of some fists or had been fighting at the very least. His hair was wet, and he was wearing nothing beneath the leather cut, which seemed a little unusual, but not necessarily a crime, right?
“I was introducing myself, because I’m new to this particular beat, and I thought it made sense to get to know uh… the…”
“Criminal elements? Grease, I said fuck off. Get back to work.”
Grease smirked at me, backing up and grabbing his crotch, as he winked at me.
“Be seeing ya, PC Pain. You won’t be able to stop thinking about me, I know.”
“Grease!”
I fought the urge to watch him walk away, even though it was probably wise to know where he was, since he seemed to be the threat to my sanity if nothing else.
“He’s uh… he’s a prick, I’m sorry, Officer. Are you about done here?” I was so fucking done. I nodded at him, handing him a copy of the information leaflets we had to carry, with all the helplines and things on, because I didn’t know what the hell else to do at this point.
He cast his eyes over it, giving me a bemused grin.
“Uh thanks. You take care now. The prospect will close up behind you.” I took the hint and left, because I was mortified at how Grease had got to me like that.
If I’d seen him outside of this situation, I’d have been into him, but something about him terrified me, and I don’t think it was just the fact that I wanted him.
There was something dangerous. Maybe to my life, if not my underwear.
“Go well, did it?” Evers asked as I slunk back to the car, and fastened my seatbelt with trembling fingers.
“Go to hell.”