Page 57 of Micro
“Please come and sit over here,” I whispered to him for the third time, and he grinned, gesturing to his clothes, which were splattered with blood.
“Babe, I’m not getting this all over you. You just relax there. It’s all good now, you’re safe, and your sister will be too.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Trish suddenly whispered, and sat up, and I realised she’d heard more than I’d ever realised, either that or the bikers had whispered all kinds of crap to her when they had her captive.
“Tell you what?” I asked carefully, darting a quick glance at Micro, who shrugged, lifting his hands.
“You were in trouble with those bikers?”
I bit my lip, wondering how to tell my younger sister that I fucked up so badly, that I was literally making the kinds of drugs that killed people every day.
Micro cleared his throat. “Your sister trusted the wrong guy, and he dragged her into his shit, but he’s gone now.”
“Are you the right guy?” She asked next, and wasn’t that the fucking question on everyone’s lips?
“No. I’ve never been the right guy, but I want to be. Regardless, Soph’s free now, and nobody will come after you again. I’ve made sure of that.”
“Sounds like the right guy to me,” she murmured resolutely, settling her head down in my lap again.
“We’re approaching your parents’ place, Sophie,” Tommy called from the front, since Reacher’s order as we left was to take Trish home after all. Like Micro said, there was nobody left to threaten her now.
“Will you come in with me?” She asked me, and I wanted to say yes, I wanted to see my mum and stepdad, now that I wouldn’t risk bringing trouble to their door. I’d missed them so much, all three of them, but I couldn’t take the chance that Tommy would whisk Micro away, and I’d never see him again.
“I’ll come back and visit soon, I promise,” I offered, stroking my fingers through her silky hair, smoothing it away from her cheek.
“We miss you,” she whispered, and my heart stuttered in my chest, because the Rogues had taken my family away, but maybe I could have them back now.
“Babe, it’s okay if you want to. We’ll wait, right, Tommy?”
Tommy parked up, and leaned around the seat to nod at me, but I didn’t believe either of them. They wanted me out of the van, so they could get back to Phoenix, and then Micro would die and I’d never see him again.
“I’m not fucking leaving you with them,” I hissed at Micro, watching his eyebrows shoot up at my tone.
“That’s hot, babe.”
“Ewww. I need to get inside, or mum and Gary will come out to the van.” We’d called ahead to say Trish had been delayed helping a friend, but if they came out, they’d see me, and they’d know it was just a story.
“Promise you’ll visit,” she demanded, as Tommy came around and dragged the heavy van door open. I hugged her tightly, promising that I’d visit soon, and often, now that it was safe. It was only when we started moving again, that I slid off the seat, and dropped down beside Micro, who kept shaking his head.
“Stay on the seat, babe, this is really uncomfortable down here.”
“I’m staying with you, dumbass.”
He grinned, and I heard Tommy laugh, but moments later, rock music started playing up front, and I knew Tommy was giving us privacy. We spent too much of our last journey together in morose silence, but I finally couldn’t take it any longer.
“What if they kill you?”
Micro sighed, reaching up to stroke my cheek, which was really awkward from this angle.
“At least I got to spend time with you, I just wish… yeah, I’m a bastard, and I wish we’d been together, like…”
“Fucking?”
He snorted, his hand dropping from my face, as he tried to adjust himself in his jeans. He was horny? Oh my god, suddenly so was I.
I tried to move, to climb over his lap, and he stopped me.
“Babe, I’m covered in the blood of assholes.”
