Page 31 of Micro
I couldn’t hold back the laugh that escaped, despite the seriousness of her words, because her self righteous tone when she said ‘tits’ was fucking token Sophie.
“Babe, you are too fucking good for this world, and definitely too good for me to be in your presence. I want to let you be your usual kind, giving self here, but I’d be lying to you if I didn’t tell you every fucking thing, and there’s so much more yet.” She sighed, and pointed to the laptop.
“Bring that to the kitchen, and we’ll get some lunch, and you can tell me the rest, but Micro, bear something in mind please.” I followed her, with the laptop hanging from one hand.
“What’s that?” I set it down on the kitchen counter, and nudged her away from the fridge, because there was no way she was cooking for us with that injured wrist.
“You’ve already told me about Chrissy, and I’m not running. I can’t imagine anything else is worse than that, right? You didn’t mean to hurt her, and you certainly didn’t rape her-”
“You believe me? You barely know me, Soph. How do you know I’m not just some fucking lying dickhead?”
She sighed, letting me grab things from the fridge as she stepped back, but as I put them down, once again we heard the last thing we wanted to hear right now.Motorbikes.
Nineteen
Withnochancetofinish our conversation, Micro sprung into action, dragging me through the house to the back, his laptop closed and under his arm, and as we stopped outside, he handed it to me.
“Keep this with you, babe. Do you have somewhere to hide out, where they won’t get to you?” I nodded, and he kissed my forehead.
“Go there now, and do NOT come out unless you hear me telling you it’s safe. Go. Now.”
“What about you?” He grinned, and that alone scared the hell out of me.
“I got this.” He waved my van keys at me and turned to run. For a moment, I honestly wondered if he was running to save himself and leave me to face the club, but I had to trust that the man I’d been getting to know wouldn’t do that to me.
I turned and ran for the old barn, and the hidden storage space beneath it. It occurred to me that we could have hidden together, but then I released why he had run. He was going to lead them away. He was going to distract them, or run interference to keep me safe. I had to believe that was his plan.
Getting to the storage space took way too long, and was so hard with only one fully usable arm, and a laptop to protect, but I finally managed to crawl down into the cramped area underground, and pulled the trapdoor closed overhead. It was almost impossible to differentiate the door from the other floor panels that had been laid out by my predecessor, so I had to hope it would be enough.
A ding sounded from the laptop, which surprised me, because I’d assumed we were too far from my internet router to get a signal. I eased it open, and it lit up, coming back to life from sleep mode, and I could see a message on the screen from that other biker.
Ice:Spying on me was a dick move, you greasy mafia bastard, but message received. We’ve picked up a few bikes cruising past lately, but not to a point where we could work out if they were from another club. Thanks.
I stared at the screen for long moments, wondering if they would have listened if they knew the message, and warning, came from Micro. There was a button to make a call to the person who sent the message, and before I could rethink it, I hit the button. We needed help, and surely his attempts to help them would make a difference to them, right? Was I fooling myself? Hadn’t I seen firsthand how violent and cruel biker clubs were? Everything I’d heard so far about Phoenix hinted at something else though. Less cruelty and more brotherhood.
“Didn’t mean I wanted to hear your voice, Tesio,” a man’s voice filled the silence, and I gasped. He’d actually answered my call.
“Tell me you’re not jerking off to your memories of me,” he said next, and I whispered ‘oh my god’ in response, wondering how the hell to talk to this man. This stranger.
“You’re not Tesio. He wouldn’t whisper like that. Who’s this? How’d you get access to his shit?Torch, get the Pres back here.”
My breathing became ragged, as I realised that the damage was already done, because even if I cut off the call, and ignored any returns, if that was even possible, they would now know it wasn’t their trusted friend who’d warned them, and they still needed to understand that the threat was real.
“Talk to me, darlin’. I can tell you’re scared. Are you in danger from the Rogues too?” His tone was gentle, and had me relaxing the tiniest bit. I wished Micro would come back though, because only he could make me feel safe right now.
“I… yes…” I finally choked out, and the screen suddenly cleared, in that little box where the webcam had been covered up. The biker Micro had messaged offered me a small smile, and a wave.
“I’m Ice. You got a name, love?” I relaxed a tiny bit more.
“Yes… Sophie… I’m sorry. The threat is genuine, I promise. We… he heard the threats they made. They really are coming for you. He wanted to help you-” Ice held up a hand suddenly, and I waited for him to speak, but I think he was keeping others from stepping in front of the camera.
“He who, love? Are you in danger from him too?”
Oh my god. “No, god no! He saved me. He protects me, but… but he’s out there alone against them right now, and they’ll kill him. I… I’m so scared, I can’t lose him, please!” A muffled bang sounded somewhere outside, and I made a panicked squeak, as Ice cursed on screen.
“Was that a fucking gunshot, Sophie?”
“Oh god… was it? They’re pissed at him. He killed one of theirs!”
