Chapter Ten
Micro showed up just as I was about to grab her and fucking kiss her, because you know what shuts a woman up fast?
A fucking tongue in her mouth. It’s almost as good as a cock, but she’d probably call that harassment too, or assault.
I just couldn’t win with her, and I needed to win.
Winning was the only fucking thing I failed at with her, and I was done failing.
“What’s going on here? Grease?” Micro was striding in our direction, looking thoroughly pissed off, and who could blame him? The gates were open again, and the fucking cops were here. I don’t know which was worse, but the boner I was gonna be stuck with again felt like the main problem here.
“Pres, these two delightful officers decided to wake us the fuck up with that damn siren, just so they could piss us off. With your permission, I’d like to remove them from the premises.
” To be clear, I didn’t need his fucking permission, but I wanted to piss her off some more.
She got sexier the angrier she got, and if I was gonna suffer, then so was she.
Just like I expected, she got in my face, sassing me with every inch of her petite body, and fuck me, just move a step closer, and I’ll fucking have you, woman. Her partner tried to stop her, but it was a glare from me that made him hesitate.
“You have no right to remove us from the premises. We’re officers of the law, and we’re entitled to-”
“You’re entitled to get the fuck out of my face, that’s what you’re entitled to, you pain in the ass.
You can’t just show up here, and demand to come onto private land.
Guess someone needs to do a little rereading of the fucking law.
” Oh that’s right, sassy cop lady, I played the ‘law card’ right back at ya, didn’t I?
Micro stepped closer, and raised a hand, trying to get us to back off, but I wasn’t really down with that right now. She woke me from a fucking hot dream, and unless she wanted to finish it for reals, she was wasting my fucking time.
“Okay, hold up, can we rewind for a minute? Grease, take a breath, man. Officers, what’s the problem here, exactly?”
“The sun’s not even fucking up yet, this is bullshit!” Rocket hissed, storming away from us, because why the fuck did he hover anyway? He wasn’t exactly helping.
“We were just checking in to make sure nothing untoward is going on here. This club has a bad reputation, and I know there’s been a ton of violence here recently.”
Micro barked out a laugh, shrugging at them.
“Yeah? That’s news to me. We’re just a bunch of motorbike enthusiasts, right, Grease?”
“Yeah, and this is bullshit, being fucked around with like this. Where do you fuckers get off just showing up here like this? We’re not up to anything. We were just fucking sleeping.”
I was on my last fucking nerve with this shit. Lack of sleep will do that to a guy, and being horny and having no outlet, but my fucking fist, was making it worse.
Sophie suddenly rushed over to join Micro, her hand on his shoulder as they shifted their attention to her.
Actually we all fucking did. She was cute, definitely too good for that fucker, but she was intelligent, and usually made sense.
Apart from choosing him, at least. We’re all allowed a mistake here and there. I’ve made a few myself.
“Wait. You’re here because the Rogues have a bad rep, right?” Suddenly clarity hit me, and it should have done that fucking days ago. Of course. Before this place was a Phoenix club in waiting, it was a serious bad news club.
“Correct,” PC Pain-In-My-Ass declared, giving me the kind of look that made me want to fuck her, and throw her out. It was a dilemma. Maybe I could do both though. I didn’t care what order I did them in either.
“The Rogues are dead in the water. This club is being taken over by Phoenix MC. It’s not what it was before. They won’t give you any trouble, I assure you.”
Finally PC Pain opened her fucking eyes, and looked at us more closely, or our cuts.
Hell, maybe checked out my chest, who knows.
I pointed at the Phoenix MC colours and smirked at her, because weren’t cops supposed to be observant?
Maybe she’d spent more of her time staring at my junk, or something.
“Huh. We didn’t have that information, but that’s good to know. So we should be looking into Phoenix going forward?” What the fuck!
“No, you should be minding your fucking business, is what you should be doing!” I hissed, jabbing a finger at her fucking chest, wishing there wasn’t so much clothing, and that fucking stab vest, in my way.
“Touch me, and that’s assault,” she sang out triumphantly, while I wondered how she’d sound screaming my name instead.
“Does that count if you’re trespassing? You must be completely fucking clear on the law there, right? What measures are we allowed to take to protect our property from interlopers. Anyone?” Micro stepped between us again, the fucker.
“Look, we’re just doing the rounds to ensure things are above board, and I can’t see any reason we need to bother you any longer,” her partner said, earning him a sassy glare that I wanted to be receiving instead. It pissed me off more than I expected.
“In other words, get fucked,” I snarled at her, shoving past Micro to get to her, and one touch was all it took to get cuffs on me again, sadly not in the way I’d like to, but one day it would be. Count on it.
“Gotcha,” she hissed in my ear, as she and her partner dragged me to the car, not that I was arguing or resisting, because I knew I’d be out before the fucking sun hit the top of the sky. In the meantime, I planned to enjoy every moment of being around her.
“Stop laughing,” she hissed at me as she shoved me into the back seat, and I offered her a heated gaze, and a bite of my lip.
“Get in the back with me, baby, and I’ll rock your fucking world.”
Jamie
The only thing worse than Grease, when he was on form like this, and spouting so many hot sexual offers and threats, was that damn solicitor he seemed to have access to.
This time the bastard was waiting by the door with a smirk, before we even stepped inside the building.
“This is harassment, you know. If you insist on persecuting my client, we’ll bring charges against you,” he said archly, as Grease grinned at him, and hesitated beside him.
“I’d shake your hand, man, but I’m a little tied up at the moment.”
“You’ll be out of here in five minutes, so just keep that shut.” He didn’t need to say what ‘that’ was, because it was pretty obvious. Remain silent, like any good criminal had a right to do, but this was Grease, and mouthing off was his love language, right?
“I was hoping she’d sit on my face first, man. You wanna give us twenty minutes alone? I think I can make her scream louder than that damn siren on her car.”
I almost hit him. I wanted to. I mean, I also wanted what he was suggesting, but I couldn’t allow myself to think like that. I just know my hand rose, and Evers grabbed my wrist, just as that slimy solicitor eyed us both.
“Adding assault to the charges is fine with me. My client is a poor, upstanding member of the community, who’s being consistently harassed and abused by the local police. That’ll look great on the front page of the newspaper.”
Evers dragged me aside. “You know this isn’t going to go anywhere, Jay. Every time you haul this guy in, this is what you’ll be faced with. They’re not the easy target you seem to think they’ll be.”
I watched Grease chatting quietly with the solicitor, as I tried to swallow my rage.
“Look at the two of them, and tell me how the hell a loser like him can even afford that level of representation. I’m telling you, there’s no way that’s legit. Only the big deal crooks can afford his type, and you know it.” Evers just shrugged.
“Whether the club is like it was or not, this is an exercise in futility, and you need to back off. This isn’t going to go the way you want, and I’m fed up with us being the fucking laughing stock of the station.” He nodded resolutely and turned to Grease, unlocking his cuffs.
“On this occasion, we’re willing to release you without charge, but please, try to refrain from any criminal activity, because you know we’re watching.”
“You mean she is. And, baby, you can watch me any time you like. Later on, I’ll be stroking one off, while I picture you kneeling before me, waiting to catch my cum between those sassy lips.”
“For fuck’s sake!” His solicitor dragged him away, while he kept turning to make kissy faces, and obscene gestures with his tongue.
I glared at Evers as he turned back to look at me, ignoring the apologetic look on his face, because apologies after betrayal mean absolutely nothing.
“Nice to see where your loyalties lie, Evers. I won’t forget this.
” I left him standing outside, and went back inside just to get away from him for a few minutes.
That was like a vote of no confidence in me.
That was like saying I’m just acting out, and he has no faith in my ability to carry out my duties.
It was pure betrayal, and the worst part was being stuck with him, day in day out, because he was my partner right now, unless one of us moved to a different shift pattern, and I couldn’t see either of us doing that.
No, I was definitely stuck with him, but I wouldn’t let him get away with that ever again.
If he didn’t have my back, then he was against me, and I knew now to watch out for that.
“Jay,” he tried, when I stepped back outside to join him for the rest of our shift, having fought the urge to scream into the void in the ladies room, because I wouldn’t let anyone witness my emotions like that.
Women are far too emotional according to so many men in male-dominated careers. Screw that.
My anger was going to work in my favour, even if it meant I’d have to be on Grease like a fucking rash, until I got to the bottom of whatever he was into.