Chapter Eleven
Having to report to the Don after each arrest was starting to get on my nerves, because they didn’t know who the fuck I was. Grease wasn’t my real name, obviously, but Jason fucking Rees wasn’t either, so every time they wrote me up, it wasn’t even with my real name.
Hell, even my prints led to that fake name, so there was literally no risk to him, but he still needed time to eyebrow me over the phone, which sounds weird, but I felt like I could literally hear those hairy fuckers through the phone line.
“And how goes the actual job you’re supposed to be doing, when you’re not flirting with the LEOs?” Ugh. Had he always been so fucking annoying, or was I hitting some belated teenage rebellion thing since I hit thirty?
“All in hand, boss. Cameras all still running, and all updates coming to you and Reacher as discussed. Nothing family related going on at all. It’s all just daily biker stuff.” I hated referring to it as the ‘family’, but phone lines could never be trusted, especially with cops sniffing around.
“Boss?” I hated the silences, and I hated reacting to them, but I wanted off this fucking call. I was pissed at our lawyer for insisting I make the call while we were still enroute back from the police station, and I resented him being in earshot, even while he tried to pretend he wasn’t listening.
“We can remove the issue of the police interference, Tesio. You know this is easily done, yet instead you keep encouraging their interest, or is it her interest you want?” Shit was getting dangerous now, because if he thought I was into a fucking cop, he’d definitely have her removed, so she couldn’t get close enough to figure me out.
And that’s the kind of stuff I was supposed to have in mind all the time.
God forbid I get my fucking dick wet with someone who actually floats my boat, right?
“I think taking any kind of action like that right now, amid her intense interest, would look incredibly suspicious, boss. I’ll just keep fending her off.
” Lawson gave me a worried look, and I shrugged at him.
It wasn’t his business, but he was better off not knowing if shit like assassinating police officers was being discussed.
“Try to spend less time in handcuffs, Tesio. It doesn’t reflect well on our family, does it?”
Fuck you. I cleared my throat, knowing that if she turned up again, I wouldn’t change a fucking thing.
“Yeah, boss, of course. I should get back to the clubhouse now, before I run into trouble on the way.”
His huff of disapproval actually made me smile, but he ended the call a second later, and I realised I didn’t give a fuck if he was pissed at me.
This life, this fucking biker life, even with regular police harassment, and being arrested, was fucking exhilarating, and I wouldn’t give it up for anyone. Not even the fucking Don.
Lawson dropped me back at the gates, and having to be let in this time, because thank fuck, for once, the gates were closed, was a big relief.
If they’d been open, I’d have punched the prospect, for letting it slide, like it wasn’t fucking vitally important to keep the club safe.
It was bad enough that they were open again last night.
“Grease. Nice of you to show up. My office,” Micro said, offering me an apologetic look.
I followed, because I had to appear to defer to the President while we were here, but I’d be having words when we were in private.
When we reached his office, I found the reason for calling me in there.
Sophie was nowhere to be seen, which was unusual, but there were two prospects standing by the desk waiting.
“Grease, I was just explaining to the boys why keeping the gate closed is so fucking important. They’re going to do better in future, aren’t you?
You wanna get patched in, and you fucking do what we tell you.
That’s how it works.” He paused and raised his eyebrows at me, something that’d usually trigger me for obvious reasons, but he was nodding to me to speak too.
“Yeah, you know how that shit this morning could have been avoided? Keeping the fucking gate closed at all times. You open it for club members, and that’s it.
Especially when we’re sleeping, we’re expecting you assholes to do the one fucking thing we ask.
Maybe I wouldn’t have ended up at the cop shop again, if you’d done your job. ”
The younger, more arrogant one, Neil, smirked at me then.
“I heard you just wanted to fuck the cop lady. Maybe the words you’re looking for are thank you.”
I leaned forward, fighting the urge to grip his scrawny little throat, ignoring the concerned look on Micro’s face, as I grabbed the kid’s shoulder instead.
“What I do with my dick isn’t your business, and it never will be. This is strike one against both of you, and you don’t wanna get a second, feel me?”
The kid’s eyes darted to Micro, and he nodded.
“The minimum we expect is to be protected by the security measures we put in place here. That doesn’t happen when dipshits leave gates open, and welcome in all sorts.
I know Grease likes word-fucking the cops for some reason, but that could have escalated this morning, and led to someone getting hurt or worse.
We don’t need any bad fucking attention right now.
We’re trying to build a better club, and if that’s not something you feel you can support, then gimme that fucking cut, and fuck off. ”
Neil dipped his head, pulling out of my grip, because I hadn’t let him off the hook yet.
“Sorry, Pres. Sorry, Grease. I’ll do better. We both will, right Sammy?”
The other prospect, older with a shaved head, and a much more respectful attitude, nodded and pulled the kid back away from me as he stepped up.
“Definitely won’t happen again, I promise. We let ourselves down, and we won’t be doing that again.”
“Good, then fuck off and get some rest, because you’re on the night shift again. Maybe that’ll help you to remember that this isn’t something you half-ass. You fuck up, and people could get killed.”
I watched them leave, and dropped into the chair, as Micro sat on his.
“I swear, it’s like they walk out of here and forget everything we said. I won’t be surprised if the same thing happens tonight. Ugh… maybe I’m just shit at reading people. I used to be better than this.”
I rested a foot up on his desk and crossed the other ankle across it, grinning when he glared at me.
“You mean back when you were a major cunt, and were screwing your club, and shitting on their colours? You talking about that?”
Micro rolled his eyes, and leaned forward, smacking my feet away from his desk.
“Eat shit, Grease. We both know you’re no fucking saint, don’t we?”
I lifted my hands and grinned at him.
“You won’t find any proof of that, Pres. I’m just a biker like everyone else, right?”
“Wise-ass. So, how many new ones did the Don chew this time?”
Oh great, we’re going there again. I was tempted to walk off, but actually, I didn’t mind shooting the shit with Micro, and if I was reporting on him, I really should be spending time around him to see if this personality change was bullshit, like most of the Phoenix guys suspected.
“Eh… he maybe thinks I’m getting too close to the cop, but that’s fine. I’ll stop when she does, it’s that simple. She wants my cock, and as soon as she admits that to herself, she’ll leave us alone.”
Micro leaned on the desk, his eyes intent on mine.
“And is she getting your cock, man?”
I chuckled, already fucking picturing it.
“If she’s a good girl.”
Jamie
Things were awkward with me and Evers since that day, and even though a few days had passed since the backstabbing incident, I couldn’t let go of how much it had bothered me.
We needed to be able to rely on each other, and also, you know if you spend so much time with someone, you need to be able to trust them, and I really wasn’t sure whether I could trust him again.
He’d never blatantly challenged me like that, but now how was Grease supposed to know I was serious, if he knew Evers would just bend over later? How would any of them?
“Jesus, Jay, the silent treatment’s getting really old.”
I glanced up from my paperwork for a moment and shrugged.
“Not silent treatment. We just don’t have anything to talk about.”
He snorted. “That’s pretty much what I just said. Silent treatment. Look I know I undermined you, or whatever, but you have to know, I was doing it to protect you. People are starting to talk about you, and not in a good way.”
He finally had my attention, and yeah, maybe that’s because I was giving him the silent treatment, but when there’s no trust, what’s the point in interacting with someone?
“About the licking incident?” I was still getting the occasional comment from some of the older officers, but I’d grown so good at ignoring them, that I didn’t know it was an issue.
“About that, and this hard-on you seem to have for the bikers, and one particular one. You’re going to end up with a bad reputation, if you get what I mean.”
Charming. If it’d been a man picking on another man like this, it’d be assumed it was just normal policing, but because I was a woman doing it, it was some emotional shit, or I was thinking with my pussy.
“You know, I didn’t take you for a sexist asshole until this very moment, Evers.”
“You never call me by my name. Did you ever realise that? It’s like, you keep people at arm’s length, and treat them all like tools to help you achieve whatever the fuck your lofty goals are. Do you think that’s a nice thing to have to work with?”
His words were like a slap in the face, and I recoiled, because was that how people saw me? How he saw me? Did I really do that? Was I living like some kind of hermit, never letting anyone in? After the way I was raised, and the lack of love I had as a kid, was it any wonder?
“I… I do that?”
He sighed. “Look, all I’m saying is, let your guard down, and let someone in.
Anyone. Doesn’t have to be me, but you can’t live like this, Jay.
There’s more to life than the job, and if you’re not careful you’ll be too old when you come to that realisation without help.
You need people in your life, and you need to let go sometimes.
You never come to any events with us, never come to the pub.
You just show up for work, and disappear back into your cave until the next shift. ”
It felt like a character assassination, except for the fact that I realised it wasn’t an incorrect description of me, or the way I lived. I wanted to tell him he was being an asshole, but I couldn’t, because I couldn’t dispute a damn thing he just said.
“I didn’t realise. I mean, I guess I just got used to doing the job, and going home, and time passed while I was doing that.
I’m not… I’m not good at opening up to people, and I’m, I guess, my dad maybe affected how I feel about letting people be in my life.
” I stared down at my unfinished paperwork, almost feeling the burn of tears, except I wasn’t about to let either of them make me cry, Evers or my dad. I could rise above this. Couldn’t I?
“Jay, just maybe try one thing, and see if you can handle that. I’m not saying you need to suddenly be the life of the party, I’m just saying, maybe try the being alive part first.”
I swallowed hard, that lump in my throat burning as I did. Why did I feel like the rug had just been pulled out from beneath me?
“Baby steps, I guess I can try that, Ev… Alex.” He grinned at me, and some of the burn dissipated.
“There you go. Wasn’t so hard, eh?” He lowered his head again to his paperwork, and I followed suit. Maybe I could manage to be a human being, as well as a cop. I mean, others manage that, right? Some of them, at least.