Page 50 of Torch
It was hard for me not to lash out, to blame him, to tell him it was his fault when honestly, deep down, I knew that any one of us could have trusted the place, after Lissa replied saying all was fine, but now all I could think was that when he’d come for Grace, he’d used her phone to try and buy time, and we should have thought of it this time.
We reached the door of the place and for a second we all looked at each other, as Ice unlocked the door. Things were about to come to a head. We were about to find out who was attacking our club. Who’d killed Chrissy. Who’d killed Jock. Who’d attacked Elise, and Has, and me. Who’d run Ally down, and who’d come after Grace. The person who took Tommy, most likely.
As we ran inside, and followed the yelling to the open door of Lissa’s office, we all froze, as the man I knew so well turned around, and cursed out loud.Micro. No! God no. How the fuck was it Micro?
Horror and sorrow welled up in me. Shock. Betrayal. Fucking heartbreak. How could it be Micro? How could it be one of the few guys I genuinely fucking trusted?
“Get away from the ladies, Micro,” Stitch demanded, moving ahead of us, as our brother brandished a knife in front of him.
“Well, shit. This wasn’t supposed to happen.” He didn’t sound sorry, or worried. He didn’t sound like he gave a flying fuck. My woman was laying on the floor behind him, arms wrapped around Lissa, who looked as stunned as the rest of us. Micro was a little predatory around women, but we never would have imagined this.Inever would have.
“Get the fuck away from Lissa, before I rip out your fucking lungs, asshole.”
Micro snorted. “Wow, when did Ice grow a pair? They’re fine. I didn’t even get to grope anyone this time, which I have to admit was a disappointment. They both have such nice tits.”
“Brother, it can’t be you. Fuckingtell meit’s not you,” I hissed, pushing past Stitch to stand right in the fucking doorway.
“Wish I could, man. It’s all fucking me. You assholes had this coming, and I was more than happy to deliver.”
Jesus fuck. How? Why? This man was one of my closest fucking friends!
“You… you’re the one who stuck a knife in my fucking back?”
Micro smirked at me. “Aw, are you gonna cry, man? You were in my way. You would have raised the alarm, and I couldn’t have that. I had me a fine piece of pussy to fuck.” Stitch and Has both snarled and came at us, and that’s when all hell broke loose.
Everyone piled into the office, and crashed into each other, that knife of Micro’s flailing as we took him down, and someone groaned in pain, but we didn’t stop. As soon as we knew he was down, and the ladies were safe, I broke away from the huddle to get to Grace, just as Ice raced to Lissa’s aid. He was cursing as he checked her over, with blood pouring down his cheek from a slice of Micro’s knife, while Lissa panicked and tried to help him.
Grace caught my eye and I nodded, reluctantly letting her go, as she got up and moved over to Ice.
“Do you have a first aid kit here, Lissa?”
She nodded, and ran to get it, looking a little shaky, as she ran around the back of her desk and fetched it. Grace was checking the cut on Ice’s cheek, and her probing fingers made him hiss with pain.
Seeing my lady in action, seeing her well enough to be administering aid to another person, meant she was safe. We saved her, and nobody would hurt her again.Micro?!How the fuck was this happening?
He was restrained now, murmuring all kinds of threats, as Stitch and Has helped Ryder drag him to his feet.
“Why, man? What the fuck did we ever do to you? We’re family!”
Micro turned to glare at me, with malice like I’d never seen before in his eyes.
“Ihada family, you fucking assholes. They were taken from me by this club, so I took their revenge for them. It was so fucking easy too. You’re all so dumb and trusting, so sure of yourselves. You never even saw me coming.”
I opened my mouth to say something. Anything. To yell at him, to curse him. To demand answers, but Stitch punched Micro right in the face, and while Has and Ryder tried to steady him when he staggered, Stitch laid down the law.
“This doesn’t happen until our Club President is here to run things. For now, the tricky part is getting us back into the compound, without someone calling the fucking cops.”
Micro laughed nastily. “Yeah, because you bunch of fucking idiots don’t know the many ways in and out of that place. I’ve been coming and going for months, and you only found two of the many options. Maybe you should have learned more about the club you fucking usurped, you pointless fucking asshole,” he hissed at Stitch. Stitch frowned, looking like he’d just been punched.
“Usurped? Didn’t know you knew such big words, man,” Ryder said, trying to diffuse the tension in the room.
“There’s a way in that won’t be seen?” Has asked, looking ready to start wailing on Micro. Micro. I still couldn’t fucking believe it. Was that why I was being an impotent waste of space?
Stitch checked his phone. “Reacher is on his way back, so we need to get inside. Ry, go get the van and bring it up to the doors.”
“The car park around the back,” Lissa interjected, reminding us all that there was a better option, while our heads were so full of anger, and betrayal, and a burning need for revenge. Right now, my fingers itched to grab my biggest torch, and punish him for everything he’d done to us. The trouble with that was this…it’s fucking Micro.
Grace
