Page 77 of Ice
I looked up from my tussle with Has, while Lissa was screaming at us to stop, and there she fucking was. And then, as I was distracted by the bizarre and unexpected appearance of a girl I shagged a few times ages ago, Has took the opportunity to land his fist firmly in my face, like the bastard he’d always been.
“What the actual fuck?!” And there was the last voice any one of us wanted to hear. We watched as Reacher edged Jessica away.
“Who the fuck are you?”
She just smiled serenely, like my life wasn’t being decimated right in front of her.
“I’m here to see Ice. He’s my guy.” What the hell? I turned to look at Lissa who burst into floods of tears, and ran out of the room, pushing past Reacher, who looked more confused than anyone.
“I don’t even want to get into this. You, lady, out. You’re not anyone’s girl, not around here. Has? Ice? My fucking office right now. Ally, can you go sit with Lissa until we know what the fuck is going on here?” The fact that he didn’t throw her out instantly was a huge relief, but he’d said it, hadn’t he? Any more drama and we were done.Fuck.
Jessica was still standing there like a statue as me and Has shoved away from each other and got up to follow our Club President, because you didn’t keep a guy like him waiting. As I passed her, she reached for my arm.
“I missed you.”
I recoiled from her touch, shaking my head.
“Iforgotyou, so leave, will you? It was just a few shags, for fuck’s sake.”
Her face dropped, and then a snarl replaced the sweet smile, and she moved fast.
“Fuck you!” Her knee crushed my nads, wrenching a pained yell from me, as I crumpled on the floor, and then she was running.
“Tommy? See that she leaves, and tell the others she doesn’t come in here again. Oh, and I wanna know who the FUCK let her in without an escort in the first damn place!” I could hear Reacher yelling at Tommy, but I was more worried about the fact that my dick had barely worked before, and now she’d tried to invert my fucking balls too.
“Jesus…”
Has crouched beside me; his nose was bleeding, and there was a red mark on his cheek where I’d hit him. I didn’t feel bad about that, because he fucking deserved it.
“Is it really painful?”
I nodded breathlessly, resting a hand on the floor, to try and stop me from landing on my ass.
“Yeah? Good.” He got up and walked away, heading after Reacher, while I took several deep breaths, trying to push the pain back enough to stand up again. When I did, I was walking like a fucking cowboy, with my nuts screaming in protest as I moved.
I reached the door to Reacher’s office, and he jerked his head at the chair Has wasn’t already occupying.
I made my way carefully, sitting down like an old man as I tried to not crush my junk, and also aware that my shoulder might kick off again. Jesus, what the fuck was the point of living like this?
“I half want to tell you both to get the fuck out of my club, and sort your shit out, but I get the feeling that it’s not gonna fix anything. So, what set it off this time?” Yeah, it wasn’t the first time we’d come to blows, not even the second or third.
I opened my mouth to call Has-Been all the assholes under the sun, but I realised something. He wasn’t. It was me.
“My fault.” The words were out before I could stop them, even surprising Has, who turned to stare at me with almost comically wide eyes.
“The fuck? Did you really just man the fuck up at last?”
I flipped him off, feeling our relationship settle back into the usual mild animosity we appreciated and understood.
“Ice?”
I looked back at Reacher.
“I was fucking her, back when I was getting that shit for Ry and his old lady. I know you know all about that. That’s all it was though.”
He groaned, resting his chin on his hand.
“She clearly thinks it was more than a little dicking around, kid.”
