Page 76 of Micro
The group parted, before Lissa could speak, to let an older blonde woman step up in front of them, and she offered her hand as she spoke.
“I’m Alicia,Ally, and I’m Reacher’s old lady.” Oh dear god. The old lady of the Phoenix MC President. This couldn’t be good. I glanced around behind them, as I shook her hand, but there were no bikers with them, and I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.
They filtered into the room and pushed the door closed, locking it behind them, while I idly wondered if they could guess, or even smell, what had happened in here not too long ago, suddenly desperate for a window to open.
“I… hi, I’m Sophie.”
“We know,” Lissa said, sticking her hand out next, even though we’d met before at their clubhouse. “It’s good to see you again. Look, we wanted to come and kind of welcome you to the family, I guess, but everyone here has something to say, and I think you need to hear it. I promise you that nobody here means you any ill will, though.”
I released her hand and backed up a step. “This feels like some kind of intervention, but you should know, my mind is fully made up about Micro, and it won’t change. If you’re just here to try and poison my mind, like your men tried to do, it’s not going to work.”
Ally sighed, glancing around us in distaste at the crappy office, and lack of chairs.
“Well, this won’t do at all. We all need somewhere to sit, preferably in a room that doesn’t smell like a brothel.” Scattered giggles followed her words, as my cheeks flared red, and I covered my face.
“Oh god.”
“Let’s go outside and find somewhere we can talk, away from the guys. If you’re going to become an old lady, that makes you one of us, but none of us would feel right about that, if we didn’t make sure you understood exactly what you’re signing up for here.” Ally, the President’s old lady, had spoken, and we all followed her back outside, to the empty seating around the unlit fire pit. There were bikers milling around, but none approached us, although I could see plenty of Phoenix cuts among the Rogue ones now.
Forty-One
DidIthinktodaywould be easier than yesterday? What a fucking idiot I’d been, for thinking that this shit would calm down. First the cops were back, minus Grease, who was still on his way back with his mafia lawyer, and then a fucking cadre of bikes turned up, and it was Reacher, and Stitch, and every fucker with an old lady.
I figured they were here to fuck with me, but when their old ladies disappeared off, I got the fucking message. This was about another effort to take Soph from me, a concerted effort to make her see sense. How many times would she give me the benefit of the doubt, before she started to believe them? Would there actually be anything not to believe? I’d fucking murdered, attacked, and tormented them, and of course she should be really sure she wanted a cunt like me. Jesus, the man who kept coming inside her to try and impregnate her. What if it worked, and then I was cast aside, unworthy to be a father to my own child? Fuck, just the thought of that was like a knife to my heart.
“What the fuck is going on?” I asked Reacher tersely, as he and Stitch strode towards me, while the others lingered and poked around. I hadn’t missed the fact that Torch was with them, but short of a quick glare at me, he stayed back. Of all of them, he was the one I really wanted to fucking fix things with. We’d been literally as close as brothers until I stuck a knife in his fucking back. How the hell could I ever fix that?
“Watch your attitude, fucker,” Stitch hissed at me, as they stopped right in front of me, and I sighed.
“Look, shit’s kinda in a mess right now. If you were planning an inspection or something, you couldn’t have given me at least a week?” I gestured around me. “We’re still getting back in order after a fucking massacre, remember?”
“Yeah, and you’ve got the cops poking around, Grease got arrested, and Rossi’s pissed. Is this shitshow really the best you can do?”
I glared at Reacher, but what good would it do, really?
“You’ve given me a day, for fuck’s sake! I spent most of yesterday fending off attacks to try and fucking take the club, and now you’re here bitching that I haven’t got things up to Phoenix standard yet?”
“You found the time to add a President patch to that fucking cut though, didn’t you?” Stitch snapped, jabbing a finger at the fucking thing I hated wearing.
“Soph did it. She thought it’d help, but look, it says ‘interim’ too. We both know I’m just a fucking tool you’re using, you all made that clear. I’m doing my best, but it takes time to resurrect a club, which I know is something you both know. So… why are you really here riding me?”
Reacher smirked, turning to look over the site before speaking.
“Just checking in. The old ladies wanted to welcome your woman to the family, but yeah, Rossi is pissed, only I kinda like winding the old fart up.”
“He’s so fucking perfect, nothing ever goes wrong in his little mafia world, right? Never mind the fact that the only biker arrested this morning was one of his people,” Stitch said with a snort.
“Show us around, ‘Interim President’.” Well, that was an order from Reacher if ever I’ve heard one, so I did the tour thing, introducing them to each biker as we met up with them, and talking them through some of the ideas Grease had for improving security. I even pointed out some of the new cameras, which was as much about showing them I knew where they all were, as it was anything else.
“Maybe don’t fuck your woman in the office again though, man. Ice was spitting when he caught a few seconds of the show.”Fucking hell.
“There’s a camera in there too?”
Stitch burst out laughing.
“At what point did you think you were getting any privacy here? This is our club, remember? You’re just here to take all the heat, and do all the work. It’s your penance, and you agreed to it, so suck it up. And on that note, like I said, maybe no sucking and fucking where poor Ice has to watch, yeah?”
Jesus fuck.That bastard saw the whole fucking thing. The sixty-nineandthe fucking. Worse than that? He saw my fucking woman naked, and I wanted to break his smug asshole face for that.
