Chapter Thirty-Seven
We fell silent after that chat, because what the fuck was left to say? Micro and Torch joined us, and we sipped our coffee for a few moments before Micro broke the silence.
“I’ve updated Reacher. Not on where we are, but that you guys are safe.”
Yeah, but for how long? The Don didn’t just have me with my skills, he had at least two others who could track me down, and even if he tried to draft Ice, who’d probably drag his heels and warn us first, there still wasn’t a chance in hell that he wouldn’t find us.
“I’ll head out in the morning and give myself up. Can you make sure she stays safe?”
They all spoke at once, but I slammed my fist down on the small table, and they shut up.
“I’m dead. That’s how it works. I betrayed the Don, and I attacked members of our famiglia. I’m fucked. Nothing we can do to fix that, but I’m not letting her die too.”
“You self sacrificing bastard!” She snapped, slamming her drink down and attempting to slap me. She hadn’t learned how fast my reflexes were yet, but I’d keep reminding her. Hell. For this one night before I died, at least.
“She’s not wrong, Grease. Look, let Reacher talk to the Don-”
“No. He’s not… he doesn’t have to speak for me. Hell, he’s not my dad talking to a bully’s dad or something. This isn’t a game. I betrayed the family, but you guys can still get out clean.”
“We’re your fucking family, not them!” Micro hissed at me, and fuck me, if this had been any other moment, that would have been all I needed to hear.
Did it warm me, right in my stone cold chest, to know that he saw me that way?
Maybe, but it was irrelevant at this point, because I couldn’t survive this.
All I could focus on was making sure my little pain did.
“You’re not throwing away your life for me!” Jamie snapped, fixing me with that sassy glare that had first fucking won me over.
“It’s exactly what you tried to do for some… was it a guy? Is that why you did it? You got some other fucking guy?”
Micro and Torch groaned, but I ignored them, because if she had some fella she was throwing herself on her sword for, then I was just the idiot who threw my life away for no reason.
“Yes, it was a man, and no, I’m not fucking doing him!”
“Jesus, maybe we should have brought earplugs, man.”
“Torch, shut the fuck up,” I snapped at him, before turning back to my woman.
“I just threw my entire fucking life away for you, little pain. Was it a mistake?”
Her glare grew fiercer, but I saw the wobble of her lip as she swallowed hard, seeming to contemplate her words before she spoke. Her eyes darted in the direction of the two cockblocking brothers I’d wanted until this very second.
“It was only a mistake because it means I could lose you, Gr… Grease…”
“If they start boning right here-”
“I’ll owe you twenty quid, I know,” Micro interrupted Torch, but my eyes were fixed firmly on my woman, who seemed to be breaking apart right in front of me. Tears pooled in those beautiful eyes, and I groaned, pulling her practically into my lap.
“I’m sorry, little pain. I fucked this up so fucking badly. I never expected to meet you, ya know? I thought I’d rough it with a bunch of dickheads for a few months, and then go back to that dull as fuck compound, and die a bit more every day.”
“I hated you, but you’re not so bad,” she whispered fiercely, burying her face in my neck.
“I think that’s cop talk for I love you,” Torch muttered, and I flipped him off. Why the fuck were they both hovering like this?
“Can you two fuck off?”
“That’s charming, mate. I thought we were brothers.”
“I know, what happened to bros before h-” he grunted as if he’d been elbowed, and he’s lucky that’s all he got.
“The fuck?”
Micro groaned. “Look, we can go, of course we can, but we haven’t sorted out what happens next, and don’t give me that shit about going to the Don. You dying for the sake of his pride serves no fucking purpose.”
“Yeah, exactly. Let Reacher try and smooth things over first,” Torch added, offering me a little smile as Jamie tried to bury herself even deeper into me, which was kinda the opposite of what I wanted right now, if you catch my drift.
“I need to speak to Rossi myself. I mean, I don’t think there’s a chance of this going my way, but I owe it to him. He practically fucking raised me.”
“Whoa, are you like, related to Tori and him, or something?”
“I think he was hinting at more like an uncle and nephew thing, but where the uncle does all the work, and then makes you his bitch.”
“Torch, fuck off!”
Jamie started giggling, and I found myself grinning, despite everything going to hell.
“Why don’t we find a room, baby? I wanna fuck you all night.”
“Told you we needed earplugs, fucker.”
Jamie
Grease dragged me up the stairs in the little house, and into the first bedroom we came across, kicking the door closed behind him.
“Fucking finally. Alone at last.”
“They’re kinda fun though, Grease.”
“Not really what I had in mind for our last night together though, babe. I kinda wanna spend it so deep inside you that you never forget me.”
That sorrow, that had been filling me all evening, suddenly spilled out, and more tears came. I think the earlier ones were more out of frustration, but this? This felt final. This felt like the end of the everything I wanted. Why did Grease have to die? Tesio. Why did Tesio have to die?
“Aw baby,” he murmured, dragging me to sit on the bed with him, holding me tight against his chest.
“I caused this,” I gasped out between sobs, because it was all my fault.
Sure, he was a mafia guy, but that didn’t mean he was a bad guy, and up until I stupidly looked him up, and his bosses, maybe he would have been okay.
My stupid move, throwing myself into danger to protect someone I barely knew, had achieved something so much worse.
It’d put Grease firmly in the firing line instead.
By trying to save a virtual stranger, I’d forsaken the man I’d fallen in love with.
“This wasn’t your doing, baby. Trust me. It was always going to come down to this, because I was never planning to go back to that life. This way, at least I get one more night with you. So what do you say we stop wasting it, and get naked?”
I giggled, and that turned into another sob, but suddenly I was pulling at his clothes, and desperate to get him naked so I could memorise every inch of his body.
“Okay, that’s not working, little pain. Just let me do it. Wow, is it your first time undressing your man?”
I glared at him, and started pulling at my own clothes, because the sooner we were naked, the sooner we’d get to touch each other, and be together.
“Oh yeah, that’s hot… keep stripping for me, yeah…
just like that…” I enjoyed the growled encouragements coming from Grease as he watched me get naked for him.
I was struggling to concentrate on stripping as I took in the sight of his firm, tattooed body, and that thick cock, which stood to attention, ready for me.
Without conscious thought, I abandoned removing what was left of my clothes and dropped to my knees, wrapping a hand around his cock and licking the tip.
“Jesus, little pain. I didn’t know you’d do that.
Oohhh fuck, yeah, keep licking him.” My focus went completely into pleasuring Grease, Tesio, whoever.
I wanted to make him feel so good that he’d forget his troubles, for just a little while.
I wanted to bring him to his own damn knees with pleasure.
“Fuck… oh god, Jamie, that feels so fucking good,” he groaned, stroking his fingers through my short hair and tugging now and then, more like he was playing with it, rather than using it to guide me.
“Yeah… ahh… suck me deeper.”
I pulled back to glare at him. “Could you shut up while I do this? Does it seem like I need instructions?”
Grease blinked at me for several seconds, struck dumb by my sass, and then he burst out laughing.
“You’re so fucking perfect, baby. Now, you wanna stuff that mouth before you get carried away, and waste our entire fucking night?”