Page 25 of Micro
The ominous rumbling of incoming motorbikes silenced us, and fear washed over me, like a bucket of ice water. Ironic, since it was obvious that Ice had found me, despite my efforts to remain anonymous, and the moment of my judgement was clearly at hand.
I stood up and grabbed Sophie’s good hand, pulling her up from the sofa and kissing her, hard, fast, too briefly.
“Babe, I just want you to know that this time with you meant everything to me. It was my first real chance to learn who I could have been. That I could have had love.”
She gasped, but I turned her and shoved her out of the room.
“Go wait in your bedroom, they won’t come after you. It’s me they’re here for.”
It was time to meet my fucking doom, and the last thing I wanted was her seeing me die, or getting caught in the damn crossfire. Would I die to protect her? You bet your fucking ass, I would.
Sophie
Hewasbehavingirrationally,because he seemed to have made some decision that he deserved to die, but I was pretty sure if bikers were here, it was because of me rather than him. I waited until he headed for the front door, and followed him out once more, watching him pause by the door with his fists clenched.
“I deserve this,” I heard him hiss to himself, before he wrenched the door open and stormed outside.
“Wait. What the fuck areyoudoing here?”
I broke into a run, just in time to see him lunge at Reaper, knocking him over as he stepped off his bike, and crashing to the ground, where they started punching each other.
“Uh… you wanna call off the dog?” the other biker, Nash, asked with a smirk. He was quite happily watching his brother getting beaten without even trying to help him.
“Low…Micro, dammit, will you stop?!”
Everyone froze, and Micro scrambled up from the ground, directing one last kick at Reaper’s ribs.
“Micro? Thought your name was Psycho, man,” Reaper practically spat, as he got up, and smoothed his cut, before he dragged a hand over his bleeding face.
“Private joke,” Micro snapped, pointing at the two of them in turn, “but this is the welcome that fucking unexpected asshole visitors get, so you might wanna bear that in mind.” I wasn’t sure why he was hiding behind his true name being a private thing, but I was willing to take his lead. The man was an enigma, surrounded by so many dark secrets, that I wondered if I’d ever know the real him, but I was willing to take the risk, because the man he’d shown me, when there was no need for bravado, was a man I could fall in love with. Maybe already had fallen in love with.
“We’re here to see our employee, so why don’t you butt the fuck out. In fact, why don’t you go get the kettle on, since you’re good for nothing else,” Reaper baited Lowell,Micro, but I caught his hand and stepped up beside him, resting my entire body against him, to try and keep him with me.
“You don’t stop by for visits, Reaper. What’s this about?” I didn’t want them here, because even though they knew of my property, and Reaper had been here before, this visit was unprecedented, and it made me nervous.
He pressed his fingers against his nose with a hiss, checking them for blood. I felt Micro’s soft chuckle in response, and was secretly pretty proud of how he’d leapt at the bastard to defend me. Possessiveness, in him, was incredibly sexy, and not the scary prospect it should probably be.
“You were ignoring my messages, so the Pres wanted us to check in, and make sure your delivery will be on time.” Is he kidding me?
“I call bullshit. This is some fucking lame power play, and you know it. Just admit it. She’s good for it, and it’ll be on time, so you can fuck off now.”
“You know we don’t accept delays, Soph.” Micro practically bristled beside me, like an angry hound ready to tear out Reaper’s throat for the insult.
“There won’t be a delay, although the longer you detain us here, the less time I have to work on your product. Shall I advise your ‘Pres’ of the reason if I’m delayed now?”
Reaper practically sneered at me as he straddled his bike again.
“Just a friendly reminder, Soph. I know you’re probably spending half your time sucking cock, but you have responsibilities, and there are consequences for failing to supply.”
Nash mock saluted at me, and we watched until they were finally outside of my property, and we could breathe again.
“Low…Micro, I need your help… uh… with their product. Can you help me, so they don’t have to come back here?”
His eyes widened, but he nodded.
“Sure thing, babe, let’s make sure you’re safe before I die.”
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