Page 37 of Micro
Torch turned on me, with a glare so fierce that my words actually dried up, and I fell silent. He hated me so much, and even though I knew he had every reason to, it fucking destroyed me. I missed him, and I missed the club, and I wished I could go back in time and stop myself, before I fucking turned on them.
“I’m not your fucking brother, and he’s not your brother, and neither is he. You have no fucking family now. You should have stayed dead, you dumb cunt, because you could have avoided this.” His jaw tightened, but his eyes weren’t quite so fierce anymore, they looked haunted instead.
“Is Sophie okay, just… just please tell me she’s okay,” I gasped out, and Torch darted a glance at Stitch, just as Reacher walked in the door.
“Look at you pretending someone matters to you. Hey, Pres, I was just warming him up for you.”
Reacher’s gaze slid from my eyes, to the faded Warriors tattoo on my chest, and he grimaced.
“You were hiding that from us the whole time. Do we need to start doing full body searches on prospects?”
“Pres… is Ally okay?” He grabbed a fistful of my hair, and wrenched my head back.
“You don’t say her fucking name, asshole. You nearly fucking killed her.”
I groaned, facing his fury with my mental faculties well and truly intact at last, and my conscience screaming at me.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, as his eyes widened, “I wish I could undo it.”
He glanced at Stitch as he joined us, and someone cursed behind them.
“Bit late for apologies, Micro. We trusted you. We put our lives in your hands, and you did your best to destroy us.”
“You came after our fucking women, you cowardly cunt!” Stitch hissed, glancing around him.
“Someone grab my fucking kit.”Oh shit. I knew exactly what that meant, and I couldn’t let them silence me until I’d said my piece. She deserved my very last fucking breath.
“Wait! Is Sophie okay, please, I promise I just need to know she got out okay.” Reacher’s eyes narrowed at me, and he leaned close, his hands pinning my tethered wrists, in a move I’d seen so many times in this very room, but was experiencing for the first time.
“I don’t care what you need. I don’t care what apologies you make, now you know you’re not getting out. Being faced with your impending death is known to loosen tongues, and draw out fake apologies and confessions, but we’re not dumb enough to fucking listen. It’s too little, too fucking late.”
Fuck it. I was dead already, but the least I could do was to plead her case.Save her.
“She’s a good person, Reacher. She got caught up with those cunts, and they were forcing her to cook for them. She was trapped. They were using her baby sis as leverage. Just keep them safe, please.”
Reacher backed up and murmured something to Stitch, who replied just as quietly. Too quietly.
“They saw the bloodbath you left at her place, Micro. You have no excuses left. No demands. No answers I care enough to push for. Torch, he’s all yours.”
My blood ran cold in my veins, as he and Stitch left the room, and Torch approached me with a savage grin, and a blowtorch in his hand. He lit it right in front of me, then turned to Has, who already looked a bit green around the gills. Suck it up, pretty boy, you’re not the one about to feel this hellfire.
“I’m about to do my thing, brother. You should leave, before you puke like a pussy.”
He waited until Has left, and closed the door, and the torch’s flame was quenched a second later. Was he going to go easy on me, or was it his way of tormenting me, by making me think he was?
“Never thought I’d see you again, you know. How the fuck were you dumb enough to get caught up in another club, especially with those fucks?”
I didn’t flinch from his eyes, because while I had the chance to be real with him, I wanted to, I’d always struggled to front with him, because we’d truly been like brothers. I’d destroyed the most important fucking relationship I’d ever had. The one with my brother, standing in front of me now, with pure hate in his eyes.
“I wasn’t caught up with them. Sophie was. I was trying to get her out, but I killed one of their guys, and they came for us. Not sure how you guys got involved though.”
Torch eyed the blowtorch almost lovingly. “See, you sound almost sincere, but you taught me that only bullshit ever comes from your mouth, so what do you want me to do here?”
“Do whatever you want to me, man, I can’t stop you, and I wouldn’t if I could. You deserve your revenge. Just please keep her safe, and her sister. They’ll go after her now, like they threatened. Might already have her. Shit. I fucked this all up.” All I’d wanted to do was help Sophie, and instead I’d just escalated her fate, and her sister’s.
“We don’t put women at risk, man, and you know that. You took advantage of that so called weakness, and used it against us. Remember that?”
“I know. I have no excuse, and I should have kept my beef to those who deserved it, but I don’t even fucking hate them now. I just… Jesus, I fucked so much up.” My eyes burned and tears escaped, and I clenched my fists, wishing I could hide the evidence of my weakness.“Men don’t fucking cry,”I hissed at myself, that lifelong habit too ingrained to try and fight it.
