Chapter Eighteen
The worst thing about being called back to the Don’s compound was…
well, there were two worst things actually.
First off, I was missing revisiting the hot, tight pussy of that uptight little pain in my ass.
That was bugging me the most, I think, because I’d had plans for her tonight, but now I was stuck in a fucking meeting with the Don and Luca, and several of the other stiff suits, and that was the second shitty thing about being called back.
Oh, and they made me go and get suited up for this.
I couldn’t slink into the room in my jeans and cut, because this was a mafia meeting.
They never used to include me in so much, but this?
This was getting old, because it was like a power thing.
Like a ‘we can call you back any time we want, and don’t you forget it’.
Like a reminder that freedom was just a fucking myth, and it’d never be mine.
“Anything to add, Tesio?” Did I have anything to add? No, well, yeah, but I’d get a bullet in my fucking face for saying what I wanted to.
“Something bothering you, Tesio? You think this is all somehow beneath you, now you’re a fucking leather-clad heathen like the rest of those bikers?”
I glared at Luca, and turned to face the Don again.
“Nothing relevant to this meeting, no, boss. All is going as it should at the club.”
He nodded. “The success of this secondary chapter is something that will open doors for us too, Tesio. It may seem like a fun little holiday for you, but this is always about business.” I gritted my teeth, and didn’t speak, because all that’d come out of my mouth would be calling him an asshole, calling all of them condescending fuckers, and telling them to stick it up their uptight fucking asses.
“About this cop,” Luca said next, and my focus shot straight to him again, to the sly twist of his lips, because it was dangerous for him to know about her.
“Which one?” I asked carefully, trying to look completely unconcerned, while alarm bells were going off in my head.
No, actually, fucking police sirens. If he threatened her, would I react like a fucking protective boyfriend, which I wasn’t?
Would I figure I’ve had my fun, and let them take action?
Would I risk my own life, just to make sure hers gets to continue?
“I think we all know which cop I mean, Tesio. PC Charles. She’s getting too close, no?”
I forced a smirk, and shrugged. “She’d like to get too close, if you know what I mean.” The Don chuckled, and that alone sent shivers of ice down my spine, because he didn’t chuckle unless something was really amusing him, and that usually meant something violent or fatal for someone.
“She’s a threat to the club’s security, Tesio. You know what must be done.” Fucking hell. I was here to be told the decision was already made, wasn’t I? This was about witnessing how I reacted to her fucking death warrant being signed.
“She’s not a threat to a fucking thing. She’s some jumped up little bottom of the ladder loser, who thinks she knows what she’s doing. All she’s doing, just so you know, is mouthing off, and making a fool of herself. That’s not a threat to anyone or anything.”
Luca snorted, drawing my attention back to him, but his eyes widened at whatever he saw on my face.
“Someone’s getting attached. I don’t think it’s wise to be getting comfortable around the police, do you, Tesio?” Fuck me, now they think I’m turning informant or something.
“So this is about making accusations at me, when I’ve done everything that’s been asked of me?
For my entire fucking life, I’ve toed the line.
I’ve worn the fucking suits, and kissed the fucking ring, and now I’m being questioned for doing exactly what you sent me there to do?
You sent me to keep an eye, to get their security up to spec, and to back up the club, so the second chapter can be patched over successfully.
Oh, and you sent me along with those four cunts from their little mercenary squad, and where the fuck are they?
Huh? They’ve been fucking non existent, while I’ve been doing what was asked of me.
Ha. Asked. Demanded. I did what you fucking demanded, and now my loyalty’s in question? Why don’t you go fuck yourself, Luca!”
He stood up, and so did I, because that’s just how it fucking worked.
The Don slammed a hand against the big shiny conference table, and the atmosphere cracked a little, letting me grab a breath, before I did something that couldn’t be undone.
Hell, maybe I already had, but you know what?
I wasn’t about to let them fucking kill that cop lady, just for showing an interest in the club.
“Be seated,” the Don said quietly, and for a moment we glared at each other, waiting for the other to move first, like being last to sit down was the position of power right now.
“Now.” Nope, the power was still with him, so I nodded respectfully, and sat.
“Sorry, boss.”
Luca sat down and smoothed his suit jacket.
“I think perhaps Tesio needs to come home, Don Rossi. Perhaps someone a little less emotional should be put in the position with the club instead.”
That cunt. I’d rip his fucking lungs out. I’d barely clenched my fists, and the Don spoke again, silencing everyone, and taking a little of the tension from me, only a little, though, because he still had the power to take away everything.
“Tesio is doing a fine job right where he is. And I’m inclined to leave things in situ for now, but if that police officer keeps persisting, she will be taken care of, Tesio. We can’t afford for her to learn who you are, and how you’re connected to us.”
I swallowed hard, fighting a surge of panic at his words, because what were the chances that she’d stop fucking with the club?
“With respect, Don Rossi, police interference is just a part of club life. They nose around, they get told repeatedly that we’re just motorcycle enthusiasts, and they move on. She has nothing, and she won’t find anything. She’ll get bored. They all do. Trust me on this. This is just how it works.”
He lifted the left eyebrow at me. That’s the dangerous one. The one that says if he raises it again, someone dies.
“Boss, I’ve got this, I promise. You won’t even hear of her again. She’s nothing. Nobody. Old news.”
“We’ll be watching, Tesio. Don’t let us down, or she dies.”
FUCK.
Jamie
The next time I bumped into Grease, it was at the courthouse, which is also a great place to get married.
For example, as I approached the building, my hate for Grease having grown hour by hour and day by day since he stood me up, and cemented like a brick in my stomach, anyway, who should come out of the doors, but the very club I had tried to avoid while I licked my wounds.
Clearly their club president, sorry, interim president, had just tied the knot with his pretty blue and purple haired girlfriend, and there were just a few of the club members with them.
They were the last people I expected to see here, at least not without them being suited and on trial for something, anything I could make stick.
I hated the fact that my heart beat a little faster at the sight of him, tall, tanned, and so fucking sexy I could cry.
How could he have just given me that one night and then discarded me like that?
All he had to do was not tell me to come back.
Why tell someone to come over and then just ditch them?
It made me feel cheap. Used. And yet unwanted. Tossed aside like trash. Asshole.
I watched him interrupting their kisses, and slapping Micro on the back in that ultra violent way men seemed to, and nearly causing their heads to smash together.
“Watch it, prick!”
I couldn’t help myself, because every time I pushed him to react, I could get us closer to me throwing the damn book at him, and making him pay for hurting me.
“That’s assault. I mean, technically you could charge him for assault.”
They all turned to stare at me, like I was the last possible person they expected to be at the actual courthouse, where police were often milling around, because, you know, law.
“Don’t remember inviting PC Pain-In-My-Ass,” Grease said, casually putting himself between me and his club president.
“It’s public property, and I’m an officer of the law. This is the courthouse too, as you well know, Grease.”
He looked confused by how much attitude he was getting from me, which just proved how little he cared about how he treated women, because he caused this anger, this hatred from me. Did he think we just walked it off when we were dismissed like that? Heartless bastard.
“Why you gotta talk to me like that, baby? You want my cock, just step on up. I’m easy, I promise, as long as you’re not planning to walk on me with stilettos on.” The snarky bastard laughed then, winking at me. “Well, probably not, anyway.”
Sophie leaned closer to Micro, and out of my sight behind Grease, and suddenly he was crashing forward and almost taking me down with him.
His grip on my arm was all that stopped me from landing on my ass, with him on top of me, and I swear, a woman shouldn’t regret something like that as much as I did.
He didn’t even want to fall on top of me?
That asshole, thinking he could just reject me that easily.
I twisted my arm out of his grip, and reached for my cuffs.
“I think that qualifies as assaulting a police officer, wouldn’t you say?”
Evers, who’d been standing silently behind me this whole time, groaned in my ear as he stepped in to back me up this time, because I think he knew if he failed me again, I’d lose my mind at him.
Grease didn’t resist as we cuffed him, that smirk ever fucking present on his face.
“I knew she was hot for my body, Pres. I’ll be back later. Save me a beer or twelve.”
As we dragged him away, and I heard one of his biker brothers mention calling that damn lawyer, I knew this was going to be another arrest that didn’t stick, but hey, if it ruined his evening, then my job was done for now.
I’d keep picking away at him, destroying his life day by day, until he regretted the day he stood me up, and made a fool of me.
It had been pointed out to me recently that I didn’t let people in, so why, the one time I risked it, did I get played for a fucking fool?
“Sit in the back with me, little pain, I missed you,” he murmured as I slammed the car door in his face.
“Are you sure this is worth the hassle?” Evers asked me, as I shoved past him and headed for the driving seat.
There was no way I was risking him changing his mind, and undermining me again.
I didn’t care if I had to face that bastard lawyer again.
Ruining Grease’s day is now top of my to do list as often as possible, I mean, did he even apologise?
Did he even look like he felt bad about it?
No. He went straight back to the sexual harassment, and actually looking bemused when I didn’t take the bait.
“You gonna talk to me?” he asked, leaning close, and gripping the mesh with his fingers.
I forced myself to ignore him, and the curious looks coming from Evers, because he was as observant as a police officer probably should be, and he could tell there was an extra familiarity between us now.
That comes from letting a man fuck you, and come inside you, because you’re a desperate whore.
Obviously that’s how he thought of me too, otherwise he’d have at least found a way to tell me he couldn’t make it that night.
“Come on, little pain, you know you wanna banter with me. It’s our love language, our favourite form of foreplay.”
I flipped him off, and otherwise kept my lips zipped until we reached the station and dealt with that asshole lawyer again, and while I couldn’t make any charges stick, yet again, I was pleased to at least see Grease acting like he felt bad for wasting the lawyer’s time or something.
At least this all inconvenienced him a little.
Seeing him put out was my new fucking pleasure in life. And did I take as long as possible with everything, to make sure he missed as much of that wedding reception as possible? I’m a petty bitch, and a woman scorned, so fucking right I did.