Page 46 of Micro
When we reached the first floor, Reacher shoved me into the waiting arms of Torch and Has, who immediately shoved me into the room I sometimes bunked in.
“You have five minutes to shower or whatever, because I’m not sitting in a room with you smelling like that,” Torch said, as he sat on the bed and waited. Has was standing by the bedroom door, glaring at me like he thought he could kill me with just his eyes.
Twenty-Six
Reacherhadlistenedtome for maybe ten minutes, before he growled under his breath and got up, storming from the room, so I had no idea what was happening, or if he’d even really heard anything I said.
When the door opened next, it was Stitch, the VP, and he was followed within a minute by Reacher again.
They both stared seriously at me, and I just knew they were going to tell me that they’d killed him, that their retribution mattered more than my sister’s life, or mine, and tears filled my eyes.
“No. Please no.”
They exchanged a wary look, and Stitch shook his head.
“They’re still enroute to her, love, we have no updates as of yet.”
“And Micro?”
The door opened then, and three more bikers stepped inside, no wait, two bikers and Micro!He was here!
I leapt out of bed, staggering when I reached the floor, and my balance went again, and then he was there. He caught me, and practically crushed me against his chest. He smelled so good, freshly showered, and his skin felt feverishly hot, even through his t-shirt.
“Jesus, babe, you gotta take care of that noggin.”
He pressed his face against my hair, and I sobbed into his shoulder, before I realised he was injured, and I’d be hurting him, but he fought my struggles to pull away.
“Please, babe, just let me hold you. Jesus fuck, I thought I’d never see you again.”
He sounded exhausted, and in pain, and when I lifted my head to meet his eyes, I saw it all right there in his eyes, the hell he’d been through. But he was right here! I was touching him, and he looked bruised, but not brutalised. Relief flowed over me, as I ran my palms over his cheeks, and he tutted, catching my injured arm and resting it gently against his shoulder.
“Told you, babe, you need to rest it or it won’t get better.” He was really here! I pressed my lips against his and he groaned, one hand cupping the back of my head, as he tried to deepen the kiss, but suddenly there were hands pulling him back.
“Hey! This isn’t a fucking conjugal, fucker. You’re out for one reason, and one reason only. You save her sister, and you come back here.”
“What? What are they talking about?” Micro stroked my cheek, still holding me despite their attempts to separate us.
“We’re gonna get your sis back, babe, that’s all that matters right now.” He was lying, and the fact that I could read that so easily gave me comfort, because maybe I’d have known if the other things he said were lies, because I could tell so easily now.
“And then you come back here? They’re still going to kill you?” I turned to glare at Reacher and Stitch, and both faced me without looking apologetic.
“You’d still kill him? He’s a good man, trying to do the right thing, and you’re going to kill him?”
“Club justice doesn’t just go away, because an asshole suddenly does something right,” Stitch said quietly, and Micro stroked my cheek again, getting my attention back on him.
“It’s okay, babe. This is my fate, but at least they’re letting me help you guys first. When am I leaving?”
He turned to look at his former President and VP, and Reacher jerked a thumb behind him at another biker who’d emerged. He was a young guy, looking too young to be caught up in this stuff.
“You patched Tommy in? Fuck yeah, well done, kid.” Micro released me at last, to turn and face the young guy. “For the record, I’m fucking sorry for what I did to you. You didn’t deserve it, and I was a cunt for dragging you into my shit.”
The guy named Tommy grinned, and shrugged.
“Water under the bridge, man-”
“Are you fucking shitting me?” Stitch yelled, turning to smack the back of his head. “Like hell it is!”
Reacher groaned. “This is getting us nowhere. Tommy’s gonna take you in a van, and you’ll retrieve the girl by any means necessary. The others will meet you there. Don’t fuck any of us and get out clean.”
