Chapter Twenty-Three
Was she fucking kidding me? Handing me my ass was pretty much expected, and was it hot as fuck?
Hell yeah, but ditching me like that? What the fuck was that about?
I mean, sure, we’d had a little tiff, and she’d blocked me and avoided me, and then the Halloween night happened, where I kinda had to blow her off, because what else could I do, but damn.
I got that asshole’s hands off her, and she didn’t even thank me.
I even let him keep his hands, and that was harder than I thought it’d be.
Speaking of the asshole, was I the only one who noticed that he disappeared not long after her, while I stood in the middle of the dancefloor like an impotent prick?
“I’m gonna head off,” I said to Rocket and Stag, who’d stayed by the bar and watched my big humiliation with wide grins.
“Gotta go make nice with the pretty police lady, Grease?”
“Get fucked. It’s just a thing we do for foreplay. You guys should try getting your dicks wet sometime. Might improve your moods.”
I headed out of that dumb bar, which really wasn’t my kinda place, but was it a freaky coincidence that she was there too? I mean, she was there with a whole bunch of fucking cops, I was guessing, since I recognised a few of them, even out of uniform.
I heard a hissed curse, and my head spun to follow the sound, which was followed by the sound of a slap, and a scuffle. If he was touching her, I’d break his fucking neck right there where he stood. Rage started to fill me like a fucking wave of fire. I’d kill him.
I ran down the alley and there they were. She was struggling with the blonde cunt, who thought he had some kind of right to harass her, especially knowing she was a cop.
I grabbed the back of his neck and dragged him away from her, before I slammed his face against the rough brick wall, and kicked the back of his legs.
He crumpled with a grunt, and a string of curses, and it was only when I grabbed him again and drew my fist back, fury roaring through every fucking inch of me, that a soft hand grabbed my wrist. A split second later that soft hand tightened, and she added her other arm and more pressure, and hauled my arm behind my back, making me bark out a shocked laugh.
“Uh, babe? You’re tackling the wrong fucking guy here. You do know he’s the one who was assaulting you, right?”
I slammed my foot into the guy’s back and released him, turning with her grip to drag her up against me.
“It’s okay, little pain, you’re safe now.”
The next sound of a slap was her hand against my cheek, and whoa, was it meant to make me so fucking horny? The sting left behind by her touch was fading way too fast though, and her attention was back on the guy groaning on the ground.
“He thought I lied,” she said quietly, and it took me a moment to absorb her words, stepping up close, ready to get her to repeat them.
“Wait, what?” She turned to look at me over her shoulder, and there was vulnerability in those eyes.
I don’t think I’d ever seen anything in her eyes except anger or confidence, power.
Right now she looked like he’d deflated her, and I wanted to stomp on the cunt’s face until he stopped breathing for good.
“Go back in the bar, little pain. I’ll get rid of him for you,” the urgency in my words broke through a little of the haze, and she blinked a few times, glancing at him before she looked back at me again.
“Wait. Get rid of him how?”
I grinned, folding my arms and leaning back against the wall.
“How do you think? He’ll never bother you again, I can promise you that.”
The last of the confusion bled from her face, and she practically recoiled, taking a step back from me.
“You’re talking about… about killing him? Grease, are you out of your fucking mind? He gets arrested, that’s how this goes down. Killing? You don’t say things like that to a fucking police officer!”
I shrugged, completely unconcerned by her outrage, because what did she think guys like me did when someone caused us trouble? Worse than that, when they hurt our women? The fuck? Our women? She wasn’t mine. Was she?
“Babe, it’s easy. You turn and leave, and he disappears. Everyone’s happy, see? No more potential rapist, one less asshole on the street, and you don’t have to do a ton of paperwork. Really, when you think about it, I’d be doing you a favour.”
Her little fists clenched, and she glanced down the alley, towards the street where she really should have remained, instead of taking what I assumed was a fucking shortcut.
“Babe?”
Her breath left her in a sharp gasp, and honestly, I thought she was about to accept my kind offer, but instead, she waved her hand to someone.
“Jesus, Jay, you okay?”
She backed up and let her partner take a look at the guy.
“Fuck me, what’d you do to him?”
She shot me a glare, before she turned to her partner. “I stopped him from attempting to rape me, you got a problem with that?”
I opened my mouth to speak, and her pointy shoe hit my shin firmly, which by the way, fucking smarts a little.
“Grease was just passing by when he saw me take him down. I didn’t need any help, see. I’m a fucking police officer.”
Her partner groaned, and called to someone else, and then I was fucking off down the alley, because I wasn’t needed here, and I definitely wasn’t fucking sticking around to get my name on yet another fucking police report.
Jamie
By the time we’d finished with all the paperwork involved with taking away the inebriate who thought he could put his hands, and more, on me, all I wanted to do was go home and sleep for a week, but there was another urge burning inside of me. Grease.
He hadn’t needed to step in, but he had, and if I was honest with myself, I think things would have turned out pretty nasty if he hadn’t.
I’m embarrassed to say the guy was stronger than me.
He was big, and strong, and towered over me, and I wasn’t at my best. I was tipsy, or you know, closer to drunk, if you really want to call it that.
He could have raped me up against that wall, and I’d have had no option but to take it, and cry about it later, because he’d have destroyed me.
Grease saved me. The man I’d been dodging, because Alex had convinced me he’d do such a thing, had just rescued me from it.
I climbed into the taxi I’d ordered, and when he asked me for a destination, I couldn’t help myself.
I gave the road name that led to the clubhouse, and he frowned.
“That’s by that biker club.” I nodded, trying to smile reassuringly at him.
“That’s right. I’m visiting a friend.” He leaned around the front seat to look at me properly, instead of eyeing me in the rearview mirror.
“I’m not sure it’s a safe place for a young woman alone, love.” Why did everyone think, as a woman, that I needed their unsolicited advice or concern? I swallowed down the angry retort and nodded at him.
“They’re not the same club they were,” I said quietly, realising that I finally believed that to be true, because what I’d heard of the club didn’t fit the man who’d just followed me out into an alley, and saved me from a rapist, did it?
“I’m not sure I’m comfortable-”
“It’s not for you to decide or judge, thank you. Would you prefer I call someone else to take me? FYI you won’t get five stars if I have to do that.”
He groaned, and started up the car again, pulling out onto the high street.
“It’s your funeral,” he murmured, but I ignored him, pulling out my phone instead, and messaging Grease.
Me: Thank you for saving me.
I kept my eyes on those dancing dots as he formed his response.
G: I know you didn’t *need* my help, but I’m glad I was there.
I was smiling as I replied, my fingers flying not quite as fast as my brain.
Me: I’m woman enough to admit that you saved me, but don’t push it. Can I visit?
It was dumb to ask, because if he said no, I’d have to back down to this asshole driver, but if I turned up unannounced, and he got pissed, I’d be stranded there.
G: You want to come to the clubhouse?
Well, duh, was that not clear?
Me: Yeah. I wanted to see you, or do you not want me to?
He was quiet too long, and I realised I was hanging on his every word, like a schoolgirl with a crush, but that was how I was starting to feel.
My phone rang then, and I answered the call to a growl from him that had my insides quivering.
“Grease, did you not want me to?”
He cursed. “Look, that’s all I fucking want, but I’m not there right now.” Oh. That hadn’t occurred to me, but of course he was off somewhere, or hell, in another woman’s bed? No, that didn’t make sense, did it?
“It’s… it’s okay, I’ll just go home.”
He chuckled then, and made me wonder what the fuck could be funny about anything happening right now.
“Good, because that’s where I am.” What?
“You’re… you’re where?”
He cleared his throat.
“At your place. I was uh… I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“How the hell do you have my address? Wait, hang on.” I leaned forward and asked the driver to turn around, giving my address to him, while I covered the mouthpiece of the phone, although it sounded like that horse had already bolted.
“Grease, how do you know where I live?” Another frustrated growl was my response.
“Grease?”
“I’m good at fucking finding people, okay?
I told you that the other day. I was worried about you, so I wanted to stop by and check on you, but hell, I’ve been sitting on your doorstep for nearly an hour, and at least two of your neighbours have taken up a fucking vigil at their windows.
Probably think I’m waiting to rob them or something. ”
Oh my god. There was a strong Neighbourhood Watch in my area, one of the things I’d helped improve when I moved there. That meant that several of those damn busybodies would have made copious notes about him, his appearance, his time of arrival, everything.
“Shit.”
“Miss?” I waved a hand at the driver to shut up, because this was tricky enough already, without a third fucking voice butting in.
“I’m nearly there, Grease. Just don’t… don’t look too dodgy or anything. Half of those guys will have nine nine nine on speed dial, dammit.”
He chuckled again, the sound rippling right down between my legs, and making me bite my lip, to hold in the groan that almost escaped.
“Aw they’re all stressing about your little bit of rough, baby. Come and rescue me, little pain, before they get me arrested. Damn, can you imagine how bad it’d be if the cops show up to arrest me?” Yeah, really fucking bad.
“Drive faster,” I hissed at the driver, earning me another chuckle from Grease in my ear, and a few minutes later, as the taxi pulled up outside, and I hurriedly paid using an app on my phone, Grease stood up from the doorstep and headed down the path in my direction.
He pulled my door open before I could get to it, and I stepped out, pushing it closed.
“Go with this, Grease.” I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my lips against his, and in true Grease style, he took control of the kiss, and practically devoured me in front of the whole street, with curtains twitching all over the place.
“That’s the best welcome I’ve had from you yet, little pain,” he murmured, as we finally broke apart to breathe.
“Come inside, they’ll all bugger off and mind their own business then.”
“And now you’re making the sweetest offer, baby. Looking forward to coming inside you again.”