Page 44 of Patchover Fright Night
“Looks to me like some people had a little too much,” PC Pain said, trying to walk further into the compound, while Micro and Reacher looked about ready to get involved. I shook my head at them, because right now she was the only one encroaching, but if too many of us approached her, the rest would step up, andthat’s when it’d all go to hell. We had all kinds of illegal shit in this place right now, not least my prized golden Desert Eagle, tucked in the back of my fucking pants right now, and hopefully covered by my cut.
“Uh… nobody’s breaking any laws here, officer, so why don’t you head on home, tuck yourself into bed, and read some prissy fucking romance where everyone’s a good guy?”
She glared at me. “At the very least, there’s been a fire here. That’s dangerous, and if it was set deliberately, that’s a crime.”
I stepped up behind her, letting her feel my body touching hers, and you know what, she didn’t flinch, which told me I was definitely still right up there in her head, living rent free. Maybe in her pants too, who knows.
“Someone left the oven on, love. What’s your beef with us really? You just wanna see if you’ve got what it takes to play with the bad boys? You want a ride? I’m happy to entertain any part of you, but it ain’t happening right now. I’ve got a headache.”
She spun to look at me again. “Have you seen a doctor? Do you need a ride to the hospital?”
I found myself smiling at her, because suddenly that glare was gone, and was that concern in those pretty eyes of hers?
“Aw baby, you’re worried about me? That’s cute. Don’t worry, my other head is just fine, but this isn’t the time for that, unless you want your boys to watch.”
She rolled her eyes and pushed past me, stopping again to look over her shoulder.
“I could force the issue, you know. Insist on us checking everyone out, looking for illegal weapons, drugs, that kind of thing. Get an arson investigator in to check that mess over there. I just know you’re not telling me everything right now.”
I dragged a hand down my face, and cursed under my breath. Suddenly my head was throbbing too much to try and play nice with her, and I needed those cops gone, so we could finishsorting the guys out here. The Don had sent two vans full of guys and a few of his personal medical team, to help patch people up, and the vans were hidden around the back of the compound right now, while the guys were mostly scattered in the woods, waiting, and the medics were helping injured bikers. The longer she lingered with her little boys club there, the greater the chance she’d see something we couldn’t explain away, and then we’d have a huge apocalyptic collision of shit and a fan, and I didn’t have the energy for that.
“Yeah, well thanks for stopping by. I’d like you to get off our property now. As you can see, we’re tidying up after a bit of a party, and we’d all like to get some sleep while the sun’s still out for the count, yeah?”
PC Pain stared at me for long enough that I thought she was about to press her luck, but as her teeth sank into her bottom lip, I started to wonder if she was considering something else involving ‘pressure’, and even though I was barely holding myself up right now, I’d willingly try. Finally she shrugged.
“We’ll be back in the morning, when it’s daylight, and if I’m not satisfied that this is just a party aftermath, we’ll tear this place apart and find all your secrets.” Fuck me. Those are the kind of words that get people killed, mafia-style.
Time to get her the fuck out of here. I strode toward her and practically propelled her off the premises, managing not to touch her with a single part of me, and therefore avoiding yet another arrest. I didn’t mind them normally, but I wasn’t in the fucking mood for all that shit right now.
“Looking forward to it, PC Pain. I’ll get the lube ready.”
Movement from the corner of my eye, of the flesh coloured variety, missed her attention by a split second, and then I was pushing that gate closed behind her, while Torch cursed and dragged his naked lady back to wherever the hell she just appeared from. Hell. Maybe this shit wasn’t quite over yet.
Chapter Eighteen
Grace had been flatout when I went back to the van for her, and as peaceful as she looked, I just couldn’t fucking disturb her, not while there was so much shit still going on, and honestly, I wanted none of those fuckers anywhere near her, until I knew they were savvy enough to remember that they’d lose their fucking eyes for even looking at her.
I’d covered her with one of the many blankets we’d received as part of Rossi’s care package, aka mafia guys turning up to save our drugged asses, and I’d pushed the van door almost closed, since I’d have woken her otherwise.
Trust her to wake up when the cops were in a position to see her, and come running out of the van, stark naked and panicked. She’d sobered up, thank fuck, although I think that meant I was out of luck getting up that tight ass tonight.
I caught her, and dragged her back to the van before anyone spotted her, although I think Grease saw her, so who knows, maybe I’d gouge his eyes out for that later.
“Torch, oh my god, what happened? I feel like I was drugged with something. Did someone do something to me? I was naked!” She started to sob, and that’s when I realised that, without knowledge of what had happened to all of us, in her eyes, what she imagined was the kind of thing Tori used to do to guys. Irony, huh?
I lifted her up into the van, and sat her on my lap, dragging the blanket up around her shoulders.
“Shhh, baby, just breathe, and I’ll tell you everything. I promise nobody touched you, okay? You were safe in the van.”
She practically choked on a sob, and started shaking her head.
“The van door was open, Torch, anyone could have got in while you were… wherever you were…”
My poor sweet fucking lady. As if I’d have let that happen to her, or any of the fucking women in our club.
“Listen up, doc, and hear me good, yeah? I left that door ajar, so I didn’t wake you. All you did was sleep in the van to sober up. Nobody got anywhere near you, I promise.”
She hiccupped a little, lifting her head at last to fix those teary eyes on me, and fuck me, that’s the worst kind of gut punch, it really is.
