Page 43 of Micro
“You’re seriously gonna let that happen? You’re gonna let some poor teenager get gang raped by a fucking biker club? These guys are pissed, and their Pres is-”
“Dead. We took out all the ones at Sophie’s house before we retrieved you both. They’re rudderless right now, so they could just be regrouping.”
He just didn’t fucking get it, did he? Of course he didn’t get how a real fucking biker club would behave. This was the trouble with trying to run a clean fucking club, he’d forgotten how so many others were, how this kind of brutality was just a fucking good day to them.
“Regroup? Get your head out of your fucking ass! They’ll use her to let out some of their fucking aggression, and to send a message to Sophie, to me, that they don’t fuck around. That they mean business. They’ll use her to hurt Soph, and she doesn’t deserve that. Neither of them do. They’re innocents, man! HELP THEM!”
Stitch sighed, leaning against the wall, like he had all the time in the fucking world, when that poor girl was in the clutches of a bunch of guys as bad as my dad and Skull. Why wasn’t he fucking doing something? Was he not the man he pretended to be after all? Just when I’d come around to thinking he wasn’t the asshole I thought he was, had he been deluding me this whole time?
Finally he nodded at me. “Already got a team enroute to them, and they’ll retrieve her. All you need to do is sit here and wait to die. That’s the only thing left on your fucking bucket list.”
Sophie
Lissafoundmesomefresh clothes and let me get cleaned up, but the Doc didn’t want me moving around too much, while my head still throbbed, and made me feel so dizzy. The trouble was, I had to move, and I had to get out of here, because I had to try and save my sister, but also I had to try and save Micro. Even though the things they’d told me were horrific, and led me to wonder if he’d been playing me this whole time. Could I believe that the man I’d known was who he truly was now? Was it enough?
“Reacher has an update, and he’s on his way up,” the guy with the shaved head was back, and still looked agitated.
“Are you okay?” I asked him, sitting up and gasping as the room shifted again, and I grabbed my head.
“You’re asking me if I’m okay? You’re the one who got attacked.”
“But not by Micro, you get that, right? He’s been protecting me, he’s been trying to save me. Whatever he did in the past, he’s not that person anymore. He… I…”
Torch, who looked scary as hell, but had darted in my direction to try and catch me when I wobbled, clenched his fists, looking down at them, like they held the answers for him. He seemed to be really struggling with everything going on right now, and I suddenly figured out why.
“You and he were close?” His breath left him in a rush, and he slumped a little.
“Thought we were. Thought we were literally like brothers, but a knife in my back told me otherwise.”Oh my god.
“A knife?”
Torch offered me a sad smile. “Guessing there’s a lot he never told you, darlin’, but it’ll all come out now. He-”
Reacher ran in then, and cut him off mid-sentence. “Is there anywhere your sister would go after school, if not straight home?” What? I sat up again, and groaned, as my stomach roiled angrily.
“Wait, you’re saying she’s missing? Oh my god, this is all my fault!”
Torch caught me as I tried to jump out of bed, and nearly toppled sideways instead.
“Whoa, love, you can’t do that, you’ll hit the floor.”
“I need to save her, and I need Micro to help me, because he knows how they operate. He’ll distract them like-”
“I know you say he helped you, but it sounds to me like he caused all this shit. You were cooking for them? How was that going before he got involved? Did he escalate this shit?”
I was shaking my head, FYI, also a bad move with concussion, but they had to understand, and I was struggling to get any of them to listen to me.
“STOP! Please, you have to stop!” They all fell silent and stared at me, and I realised there were now four bikers in the room with me, and I only recognised Reacher and Torch. One of the other two had a beanie hat on, so I couldn’t see his hair, and the last one was a movie star looking brunette man.
“We’re listening, love,” he said, waving at the others to stay quiet, but I had no idea how long that would last, so I had to do this fast.
“Micro is my boyfriend. He didn’t escalate anything. He was trying to help me get out from under the thumb of the Rogues. He could tell they were going to hurt me, or my sister, or both of us. He’s the only reason I’m still alive right now.”
The dark haired guy lifted a hand, and I waited for him to speak.
“Actually, you’re alive becausewecame to your rescue. Me, the VP, Has, and Rocket. You were unconscious, and your boy down there was out cold, with a bullet in his shoulder.” He looked at Reacher then. “Bet that’s hurting him like a bitch right now.”
Oh my god. “You didn’t treat him, or let someone help him?”
