Page 48 of Micro
“So you’re reformed now? That’s what they’re saying. Micro turned good guy on us. You found God or something?”
Sophie pressed closer, and I was never more glad for the twin front seating than in this moment, because after thinking I’d lost her, I was holding her close again, and I wouldn’t change that for the fucking world.
“It’s got nothing to do with God, dickhead. There was a fucking screw loose in my head, but I think someone here fixed it for me.”
Tommy kept smoothing one hand down the front of his cut as he drove, and I got it, I really did. He was wearing the club’s colours at last, as a fully-fledged member, and that shit felt so fucking good. I wished I hadn’t blown it for myself, because I understood how much it meant, only now it was too late.
“Cut looks good on ya, man. I’m glad they were smart enough to patch you in.”
Tommy grinned, smoothing the front of his cut again.
“It’s been a few weeks, and it still feels so new, but I wouldn’t change a thing that got me there. Not even what you did. I think I gained a new kind of strength going through that. That’s weird, right?”
No, because hadn’t I found the same fucking catharsis with what I’d gone through?
“Thanks for not hating me. It was harder facing everyone again than I expected, not that I expected to see any of you again.”
“Ice says you sent a warning that the Rogues were gunning for us though. Did you not think that would lead to a meet up?”
I grinned at him, knowing how dumb it seemed now, but at the time I’d thought I’d covered my bases.
“I was hoping he’d think it was Grease. I know he was a mafia guy, I mean, there’s not much I didn’t know. I had eyes and ears everywhere back then. Still, I’m really not clear on how you guys found us. I mean, I’m glad you did, because I failed, and she nearly fucking died, but how? I know I covered my tracks.”
Sophie was shaking her head, and I knew she probably thought I was being too hard on myself or something, but it was true.
“It was me,” she finally hissed, pushing against my arm so she could sit up straight, and look at me. I swear, that’s not what I expected to come out of her mouth just then.
“What was?”
Sophie
Itwasscarytonow be telling him this, like somehow it might make him decide not to help me, because was it snitching? Was it a betrayal? Didn’t my actions lead to him being locked up and tortured? Didn’t it nearly lead to his death?
“Babe?”
I knitted my fingers together in my lap, because I was pretty sure he wouldn’t want me touching him right now.
“I told them. It was me,” I said quietly, waiting for the fallout, for him to announce how betrayed he felt, but he just made a ‘huh’ sound.
“How’d that happen?” Tommy asked, and I sighed, meeting Micro’s eyes as I told my dastardly tale.
“You sent me off with the laptop, but you hadn’t logged off, so while I was hiding in my little cubby, I heard a message ping up, and I was worried it’d give away my position, so I opened the laptop to shut it down, and there was a message from Ice.”
Micro looked surprised, but then who could blame him? He’d left his laptop in my care, and I’d abused that trust by going on it. I mean, technically it was my spare laptop, but I’d pretty much decided it was his anyway.
“What did he say?”
I lifted my hands. “I can’t remember exactly, but I panicked and called him through the app, and when he realised it wasn’t who you wanted him to think it was, it led to a chat with him, and then Reacher, about the Rogues attacking, and them demanding my address so they could help. I begged them to save my… my boyfriend… but I never said it was you. I figured if I told them it was you, then they might have come gunning for you instead. I guess… I guess I hoped when they realised you were there, they’d see the you that I see.MyMicro.”
He was watching me with wide eyes, reaching over to rest his hand on top of mine, halting the agitated twisting of my fingers.
“Your… I’m your guy?”
I bit my lip, and nodded.
“As far as I’m concerned you are. Is that not what you want?”
“This is heartwarming as fuck, and I don’t wanna shit on your parade, but we’re approaching the rendezvous point, so you might wanna get your game faces on.” Tommy practically flinched after he said it, like he thought one of us might lash out, but he was right, and our conversation could wait until after my sister was safe. You know, before he went back to Phoenix for his own murder.
