Page 55 of Micro
I grinned, as Ryder did the same, because Ice really never fucking changed, did he?
“What do we do with them, before we leave?”
Harley stepped forward again, offering a hand for a handshake.
“I’ll deal with it, Pres.”Pres?Who the fuck was he calling Pres? Nothing had been decided, and I sure as hell wasn’t getting a chance to run a club after the things I’d done.
Ryder nudged me, and I frowned at him.
“Don’t snub the fucker. Shake his damn hand.”
“But I’m-”
“Being a prick, but what else is new,” Torch added, shoving me forward, closer to the offered hand. With no other course of action, I took it, shook it, and sealed some fucking deal I didn’t understand, because I was meant to die after this. I guess one of the others would take over after that, but at least these guys would feel like something had been settled.
“You guys can handle all this?” I asked Harley as our hands separated, and I looked at the bloody carnage around us.
He nodded, exchanging glances with a few of the others who’d chosen life, regardless of whether that would be the true outcome for them in the end.
“Sure thing. We’ll clean house while you settle your shit with your old club, Pres. We’ll be waiting.”
Well, fuck me. Being addressed with that respect, after everything I’d done, after I’d lost my chance at being a club president, at being a member of an MC at all, after everything I did… that felt fucking sweet as hell.
Alicia
WhenReachertoldmehe wanted to speak to the old ladies, I knew something big was coming, but how much bigger could things get? We crowded into his office, dropping onto seats crammed too close together for us, while he and Stitch stood behind his desk. They looked formal as hell, and did that make me horny, seeing my man like that?Fuck, yeah.
You know, menopause can go one of two ways. You go off sex, and can’t get wet for it, or… and thank god I’m this type, you’re horny as fuck most of the time, and your body gives you the moisture for plenty of fucking.
Reacher caught the way I was looking at him and smirked, mouthing the words ‘later, woman’.
“What’s going on, is this about Micro?” Lissa asked, and the silence became a little less comfortable.
“We, uh… we have some thoughts on how to proceed with him, and wanted to put them to you ladies first, because, quite honestly, you suffered more at his hands than we did. Our trauma was all second hand, watching our loved ones getting hurt.”
“Ironic when we were the actual target of his fucking rage, right?” Stitch added, earning himself a frustrated look from my hot man. Did I say he looked hot before? I loved pushing his buttons and putting a look like that on his face. It normally came before the deliciously angry sex.
“What’s going on, is he coming back here?” Elise looked nervous at the idea, but as I looked around, I could see that nobody looked terrified at that thought. Had we all just become comfortable with the idea that he wouldn’t die?
“How would you feel if he did?” Reacher asked carefully, looking at us in turn. “Real talk here, nothing you say is wrong. How would any of you feel if he didn’t die?”
Lissa took a deep breath. “I don’t want any hate here, but I don’t want him to die. I thought I had no family from my father’s side, and now I know I have a… a half brother, I wish I could get to know him more. When he’s not caught up in revenge and anger, that is.”
Both men nodded, looking like they expected that response from her, and I looked around us, to see if anyone else wanted to speak up. They all seemed to be deferring to me though.
“You want him to come back? Is that what you’re trying to propose, with all your dancing around the point, Reacher?”
He scowled at me for a moment, and yes, that’s sexy too, by the way.
“Woman, that’s not-”
“He ran me over. He attacked Elise twice, he attacked Grace, and his own sister. We’re just okay with that now?”
Stitch lifted a hand. “Let me be really clear here, whether he lives or dies, he’s never coming back here. He’ll never be allowed near any of you, and he’ll never be trusted with your safety. We’re talking about letting him live, but not here.”
What the hell did that even mean though?
“You’re forgiving him? Lissa, I’m sorry, but I’d be dead if he’d had his way,” I said quietly but firmly, because my conscience wasn’t attacking me right now. It felt to me like suddenly he was looking like he’d get away with everything he’d done to us, and some of us were living with lifelong effects of his evil. That couldn’t just be forgiven now, surely.
