Page 69 of Micro
Ryder stood up again, grabbing the next set of equipment without a word.
“Listen,” Ice said, as he started to fill his arms with stuff, “if he turns nasty, you call me, you call Reacher, or Lissa, or fucking anyone. You call and say you need help getting away from him, and we get you out. I know my old lady thinks she can fix him, just like you do, and I hope to fuck you’re both right, because you stand to be the only one who gets destroyed before we can stop him. Never let it get to that point.”
Ileftthatroomafter those words, and went to look for Micro, because their words were going around and around in my head, and starting to freak me out. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust the man I’d met and fallen for, but it was more about the fact that they were starting to make me doubt what I’d seen in him. Was that the same thing? I wasn’t sure, but I needed to see him, to remind myself of who I was in love with, and when I found him, I’m not sure it helped at all.
He was holding a knife to the throat of one of his club members, and threatening to kill him, and the darkness in his eyes sent a bolt of terror right down my spine, as I felt like I was suddenly seeing the man they’d warned me he’d turn into.
“Soph?” I turned and ran from the room, and headed straight for my van, fully intending to get the hell out of here.
“Soph, Jesus, woman, will you wait?” Micro caught me up at the van, and used a gentle grip on my shoulder to turn me around, backing me up against the side of it. His fingers stroked my cheek, and there was no hint of that dark meanness in his eyes at all. Just concern. Worry.Fear.
“What happened, babe? Did one of those fuckers upset you? Hurt you?”
Did I just let their words get into my head, or was he really about to kill one of his members?
“I… what was happening in there?”
Micro blinked, cupping my cheek gently as he stared into my eyes.
“With Roadkill? That fucker just pulled the knife on me, and thought he’d take over the club. I’d disarmed him when you walked in, but I’m fine, I promise. He’s out though.”
Oh god. “You killed him?”
The rumble of a motorbike started up, and passed us, as Micro frowned at me, clearly wondering what the hell was going on with me.
“Did… you think I killed him? I mean, I coulda, but no, I told him to get the fuck out. They took his colours, and he just rode out. I’m not killing anyone who doesn’t deserve it, and he’s just some piss-ant, who thinks he can scare me.”
So I misjudged the whole situation, because of words put in my ear, by men who pretended to be doing the right thing. I was really starting to wonder who the real bad guys were, because everything kept shifting back and forth on me.
“I… I’m sorry. I guess I was freaked out when I saw the knife.”
Micro smiled gently, leaning forward to kiss my forehead.
“That’s a good reaction to seeing a knife, babe. Always run if you’re not sure you’re safe, but I’m hoping you’ll be runningtome, rather than away from me, in future. Let me see if I can guess what happened. Those three cunts from back home put the fear of god into you, or more accurately, the fear of me, and then you saw the knife and thought you’d heard the truth.”
“God, I’m so sorry. I don’t want to listen to them, or believe them, but like Reaper, they’re determined to make me believe you’ll turn violent on me. I… I grew up in an abusive home, before… before my mum got out, and we moved here. I… it’s my greatest fear, that I’ll choose a man like my father, and live the hell my mum did.”
Micro
Whythehelldidthey have to try fucking with her head? The poor thing had been through so much lately, and what she needed was to feel safe, and protected, and like the future would be fucking bright for her. I held her, until she stopped shaking, and then I begged her to head home, and get some rest, while I wrapped things up here. Once she’d driven off the site, I headed straight for those three fuckers, to sort it out once and for all.
“Okay, I can see you’re pissed, but wind it in. You have no legs to stand on, Micro.”
I shoved Ryder back a few paces, and glanced around for Has and Ice.
“You guys put the fear of god into that poor woman. What’s the matter with you?”
“Don’t like your old lady being messed with?” Has asked from behind me, and I turned, just in time to take yet another punch of the sucker variety. For fuck’s sake.
“Must suck to know you’re always going to be the fuck up, and never get away from what you did. She shouldn’t fucking trust you, and if I can find a way to get her away from you, I’ll do it.”
I dragged the back of my hand across my mouth, and there was blood. The fucker made me bleed.
“Has-Been, I didn’t know you hit like such a girl, but it’s all good. You got it out of your system, and you’re done. Can you all fuck off now?”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Sending us away like we’re your little bitches, here to do your bidding, instead of obeying our real fucking Club President. Something you could have done way back when, and you wouldn’t be a fucking leper now.”
Ice waited until I turned around, and smirked.
