Chapter Nine
Ireturned to a hero’s welcome, as if I’d done something impressive, rather than getting arrested for licking a police officer. She was gonna have to get less uptight real quick if she wanted me licking her anywhere else.
“Seriously, man, you got a boner for her or what?” Rocket asked, slapping my back firmly enough to make me stagger a half step. I swear these guys were all brawn, but that was part of their charm. I’d spent my life around the ‘brains’ types, and they were boring as fuck.
They weren’t the types to break into a brawl over a spilled beer, or something.
Okay, they might stick a bullet in a brain for it, but then they’d go back to calmly drinking and talking, like nothing happened.
This life was so much more spontaneous and unpredictable.
That was the real charm of it. I never knew what’d happen next.
“Hey, Grease, can we have a word?” Micro didn’t check to see if I was following, as he headed to his office, but although I was tempted to ignore him, just for the insult of treating me like one of his minions, I was kinda intrigued.
It was probably about the cop, right? I wasn’t gonna stop playing with her, because the whole point in this life was to have fun, and fucking with her?
That was fun. And the moment she’d give in, and spread her legs for me?
That’d be the fucking prize. The win. The moment where I fucking outdid her once and for all.
“‘Sup, Pres?” I closed the door and he gestured to his phone, which sat idly on his desk among some crumpled papers and stuff. I didn’t want to know how the papers got crumpled, but I had a pretty good idea.
Get an earful from Ice about watching him fucking his old lady once, and you get it a thousand times.
“You’re not fucking me on there,” I said casually, dropping down into the single chair opposite his. He laughed, pointing at his phone as the humour faded from his face.
“Your boss called, man. He’s pissed. Something about you behaving like a brain dead biker, rather than the man you were raised to be? I dunno. He’s pretty fucking unnerving when he’s… well, okay, all the time.”
Suddenly everything was clear, wasn’t it? He’d already been briefed on my arrest, and he was probably worrying that I was showing up his fucking empire. It was all about appearances with those fuckers.
“He didn’t call me. What, you rang him to tell tales on me?”
Micro rolled his eyes, and dropped into his seat, glancing up at the camera on the wall, because now he knew it was there, he was hyper aware of it all the time.
Unlike the first time he fucked his old lady in here, and found out later.
And did it stop him? We all know the answer to that question unfortunately.
“As if I’ve got the fucking time to worry about shit like that. No, he stopped me in the middle of a fucking meeting with Reacher and Stitch, to chew my ear off about it. Apparently I’m a bad influence on you or something.” He looked bemused, idly spinning his phone on the wooden surface.
“It’s like he doesn’t know you, man. How can he not fucking know that this is all you?
” Good question, and he was fucking right.
Even though it was commonly called the ‘family business’, mafia really wasn’t a family like this brotherhood of bikers.
So much differed, and some days it was even more brutally obvious than others.
“You think he shoots the breeze with us, man? If he hears of us doing anything other than breathing, and doing what he demands, then we’re a problem.” Micro stopped spinning his phone, eyeing me for a moment.
“That sounds like it sucks ass, man. How the fuck did you survive living like that?”
I stood up, leaning down to pick up another scrunched piece of paper, depositing it on the desk before I paced a little. Was he worthy of the truth, or would it just make him even more fucking empowered than he was already by this ‘interim’ president role of his?
“Grease?”
I groaned, halting with my arms draped over the back of my vacated chair.
“Don’t let this give you a big head, Pres, but I wasn’t.
I wasn’t living, wasn’t really surviving, but you’re the reason I got out.
Even just living in the clubhouse for a few months, while we tried to figure out who was being an asshole, it fucking saved me.
Revived me. It gave me a chance to breathe properly, without fearing reprisal for doing it too loudly.
Mafia life is stuffy, and boring, and I fucking hated it, but I didn’t realise just how much until I ended up at Phoenix.
” I glanced up at the camera, the all seeing eye in the corner, and flipped it off, just in case Ice was watching and listening right now.
Micro smirked, but didn’t interrupt my flow, and the version of him I met back at the other club definitely would have.
“Your behaviour gave me an out, and look at this, once again, you’re the reason I’m out of that life, for however long I get to actually live.” I straightened up and mock saluted him, turning for the door, and as I opened it, I looked back, just to see his expression when I said this next part.
“And that, Pres, is the only reason I didn’t put a fucking bullet in you that first day here. You’re my ticket to freedom, and I’ll use it for as long as I can.”
I heard a muttered response of ‘Jesus’, and I pulled the door closed. Time to ring the Don and make nice, the last fucking thing I wanted to do right now. I wanted to chill with the other bikers, or go for a ride, or bury my cock in a certain feisty cop, until all my stress disappeared again.
Jamie
Losing face, right when you’re trying to make a name for yourself, is humiliating as hell.
I’d had two fellow officers comment on my failed arrest of Grease yesterday, one asking if he still ‘had my nose’, and the other saying I had a little ‘Grease’ on my face.
I mean, seriously. The guy was a menace and I followed the law, I did my job, and I’m the one being mocked.
I guess that’s why, since we had the graveyard shift, as in out and about while the world slept, that I decided it was time for payback.
“You want to do what?”
I grinned at Evers, taking the driving seat, because there was no way he was saying no to this.
“Just going to drop in and make sure they’re okay. You know what a dangerous world this is, and how isolated they are out there in the forest.” Yeah, it was exactly why our pretence that they were ‘on our beat’ was total bullshit, and they knew that, just as well as we did.
“It’s not even light yet, Jay. You’ll wake them up.”
I smiled, but it honestly felt more like an evil grin.
“Aw we’ll be quiet, so we don’t wake the poor things up.”
I was stunned to see the damn gates were open again, and the prospect who should have been manning them seemed to be asleep in his chair, so I parked up just outside of the compound, and turned to grin at Evers as I flipped on the siren, and the lights, just for good measure.
“Are you out of your mind?! They’ll go nuts!”
I really fucking hoped so, although if I’d had the good sense to consider how outnumbered we’d be, maybe I’d have rethought that entire exercise, but what I wanted to see, more than anything, was Grease out of his depth.
Grease caught by surprise, and not ready for me, like he always seemed to be.
I wanted him shocked from his sleep, and on the back foot, so I could make him feel like the prick this time.
Men started appearing from that building down at the far end of the property, wearing jeans, boots and their leather cuts over bare skin.
They all looked pissed off or bewildered, but I didn’t care about that.
I was looking for one particular asshole, and there he was.
Oh damn… if I thought he was hot before, now I could see that firm chest, and the dark hair covering it, and leading down to where X marks the spot, I realised just what delights were hidden under his clothes.
I slipped eagerly out of the car, heading through the gate.
“What the fuck is going on here? Is this your idea of a fucking joke?!”
I smiled widely at Grease as he charged in my direction, stopping just close enough that I could catch the faint whiff of his cologne, somehow enhanced by the hint of sweat I was picking up now.
Was he sweaty because he’d been running, or was it because he was so pissed at me that it was angry sweat?
A less pleasant thought hit me then. What if there was a woman in his bed right now, missing the feel of his firm body as he fucked her into the mattress.
“I asked you a fucking question, cop!”
Evers groaned from behind me, and I fixed Grease with a glare.
“That’s not an appropriate way to address me, now is it, Grease? I’m merely checking in on you folks, making sure you’re all doing okay. You’re out in the middle of nowhere here, after all. Anything could happen to you out here, and nobody would know.”
“Something’s about to happen to you,” he gritted out, stepping right up to my toes, so his chest was almost touching mine. Heat radiated from him, and I fought several urges in that moment, sticking to my original decision to wind him up, and maybe get to arrest him again.
“Are you threatening a police officer, Grease? How do you think that’ll go for you?”
He leaned closer, a dark smirk on his face. “You looking to get licked again, PC Pain? I’m willing and able, but you gotta get the fuck out of our faces first.”
“Still sounds like you’re making threats, Grease. What do you intend to do if I don’t… what was it? Get the fuck out of your face? That sounds like you’re looking to wear my cuffs again.”
He chuckled, low and probably threatening, but that’s not how I heard it, if you get what I mean.
“You wanna cuff me again, it better be because you’re gonna ride my cock ’til you scream, PC Pain.
Maybe time to stop protesting so much. You want it, it’s all yours.
I’m good, you can count on that, you’ll be fucking begging me to give you a break, but I won’t, because that’s not what you really want. ”
Oh hell. It shouldn’t have made me wet, so I focused on what I could use from what he said.
“That sounds very much like a threat of rape to me. What do you think, PC Evers?” He groaned, and slammed a hand on the roof of the car.
“I’m thinking we should let these gents get back to their sleep, partner.”
Thanks for backing me up, dickhead. I shrugged, pretending that didn’t piss me off to all hell, especially the emphasis he put on the word ‘partner’, like a reminder that I’m dragging him into this crap too.
“Funny story. Someone from this club made threats against the police before. Maybe something you’re guilty of doing regularly, Grease?”
He turned as other bikers started crowding in on us, and I realised the threat to our safety might have just become more real, and unavoidable.
“Back off, guys, I’ve got this. It’s just one little lady, and the guy whose leash she’s holding. Does she spank you if you’re a good boy, man?” He looked over my head at Evers, who fucking laughed. I mean, really. Did he not see that this was a serious situation?
The sun was starting to rise at this point, and people started complaining about losing sleep, but I wasn’t taking my eyes off Grease, because knowing where he was, and what he was doing, was the key to staying safe, wasn’t it?
Just as I thought he was about to snap, and give me that one reason I was waiting for, we heard the rumble of an approaching van, and I knew I might have just missed my chance.