Page 36 of Patchover Fright Night
“Wanna blow me, babe?”
She nodded, reaching for my jeans, and I groaned, my sudden involuntary movement making Rocket snort.
“Yeah, okay, you just fucked up the best part.”
I didn’t care. Nothing mattered except Elise, and her sweet sweet mouth.
“Suck me, baby,” I murmured, and Rocket cursed, smacking my cheek lightly.
“I’m not sucking any part of you.”
“Her! I meant Elise, not you, fuckhead.”
He rolled his eyes. “Just for that, I’m adding a dick to this tattoo.”
I shrugged, making him curse again. “I don’t give a fuck. Stick loads of them everywhere. Whatever.”
Rocket started chuckling gleefully, and Elise unzipped me, sliding her hand into my jeans.
Tesio / Grease
Iswear, it waslike being in a fucking sci-fi movie, only instead of aliens or demons, it was fucked up bikers, and they were everywhere.
I’d heard one too many gunshots for my liking, but at least I knew help would be on the way now, and all we had to do was corral the crazies until it arrived. I could hear the fucking chopper in the distance though, and thank fuck for that, because the sooner we had reinforcements, the sooner I could get off my fucking feet and get some pain relief.
For some reason I’d offered Ice some, and then forgotten to take any myself. Call me brain fucked right now, because that was exactly what was going on.
“They’ve got guns,” Ice said urgently beside me, and I turned to see those four fucking mercenary cunts stalking the group with their guns out. Jesus fuck, that’s all we need. Military nutjobs reliving ‘Nam or something.
“We’re fucked, man. Those guys could go off any fucking second, and we have no backup here. Rossi’s guys won’t get here in time if they start shooting.”
Ice groaned, pointing at the tattooing insanity going on by the firepit, and the hilarity they were enjoying. Thank fuck someone was having a good time.
“If they’re not killing each other, we move on. We need to get to the gate, and make sure there’s a way in for Rossi’s guys. A safe way. He’ll be pissed if one of his guys gets shot by someone.”
We were making our way around the building that housed my office, which, fuck me… it was ablaze. Like literally, there were flames roaring in the doorway and I froze in panic, because whenI left that place, it was full of old ladies, including Lissa! I caught Ice, just as he screamed her name and charged for the doorway. I mean, Jesus, he’d die in seconds if he tried to get in.
“Get off me, cunt, my fucking world is in there! I need to save her,” he sagged in my grip, and practically sobbed out Lissa’s name, both hands reaching toward the flames, like somehow he could make her appear.
“Ice, we need to keep moving. The only fire extinguishers I know of are in that fucking building. I kept telling… this isn’t the time. Look, we can’t get in there without-” I heard a voice from behind us, just as Ice dropped to his knees. I turned to look for the person yelling to us, but I heard his words as I spun.
“If she’s dead, there’s no point in living. I’ll die with her.” As I spun back to face him, almost tipping over from, you know, concussion, he leapt to his feet again and charged toward the flames, and I couldn’t fucking catch him. I tripped over my own feet, and hit the concrete face first, as I heard someone screaming for him.
Chapter Fifteen
Someone hit me hard,knocking me onto the ground, and pinning me there with all their weight, as I fought to get to the fire. I couldn’t live without Lissa. Hadn’t I told them that every fucking second? How could they think I could be without her? She was my light. She was my fuckingreason.
“Let me get to her!” I screamed at the cunt, and when I realised it was Micro, that’s when I really lost my shit. How fucking dare he keep me from her?! How dare he think he can get involved in my fucking life?
“She’s your fucking sister, you asshole! You let her fucking die!” I started punching him, and someone else grabbed me, and dragged me away from him. I couldn’t see a fucking thing, I was so blinded by terror, and grief, and yeah, tears. When you lose your reason to fucking breathe, you lose it.
“ICE!” I realised Stitch was the one holding me, and he dragged me forcibly away from Micro, who was cursing me, like I gave a fuck. “Come on, man, just fucking calm down!”
“Let me die, Stitch, please. I can’t. I can’t do this without… I can’t fucking breathe…”
Someone grabbed me as Stitch released me, and all I could smell was the smokiness of the fire, but I knew instantly who’d just wrapped her body around mine, because I knew every inch of her. The only person who could complete me.Lissa. My fucking world. She was alive!
Air finally filled my lungs, like she brought it with her, like she just fucking saved me once again.
