Page 6 of Patchover Fright Night
Has-Been
Ididn’t want tobe here, and I was pretty sure Elise definitely didn’t want to fucking be here, but we were patching over a new chapter, and it was all hands on deck. Well, with the exception of two prospects left behind to watch over our clubhouse. Fuck, I just wanted to be back there, and away from this shit. Elise had finally stopped having the nightmares every damn night, and I really didn’t want this to set her back again.
“Babe?”
She lifted her head, her chin firmly rising as if to say ‘I’m a fucking goddess, and I can handle this’. And yeah, she fucking was, and she fucking could.
“This gets too much, we’re out of here, okay? I don’t care if it pisses off Reacher or your brother. You’ll always be my priority.”
She bit her lip, and my eyes practically fucking zoomed in on that one action, because I was so used to her doing that when she was feeling horny, and shy about telling me.
“Fuck, babe, don’t give me a boner right now.”
Elise giggled, reaching up to cup my cheek, brushing her thumb gently over the light stubble there. Yeah, I might have finally decided to grow a beard, but it was taking forever, and Iswear it made me look younger instead of older. At least my hair was now a bearable cropped style, rather than that just-skinned look I’d sported for so long. I still missed my dreads at times, but my head felt lighter, and now Elise could grip fistfuls of it as she rode my face, and that’d never get old for me. Was it worth keeping it as it is in future? Fuck, yeah.
“I want to talk to Micro,” Elise suddenly declared, and any thoughts of sex fled my mind, as shock and horror set in.
“No,” I blurted, before I mentally facepalmed, because wasn’t that like daring her to fucking defy me, just to prove I wasn’t the boss of her? I knew I wasn’t, but this was a bad idea.
Sure enough, that stubborn look entered her eyes, and she lifted her eyebrows.
“I just mean it could make things bad for you again, and you’re doing so well, baby. Don’t you want to just keep moving forward?”
She sighed, casting her eyes around us, and meeting Lissa’s, and suddenly I knew exactly what the fuck was going on.
“She suggested this?” I was ready to yell at her, for fucking putting stupid ideas like this in my woman’s head, but Elise pressed a finger over my lips, and shot me a sassy glare. Oh, I’d already fucked up, hadn’t I?
“Babe,” I tried murmuring, even as her finger pressed harder against my lips.
“It was something we’ve talked about in my sessions with Lissa, yes, but it’s important, Has. I need to move forward, like you said, and talking to him, especially now, when he’s been trying so hard to improve, is just going to make it easier. I need to see him being a good guy, a decent guy, so that I can finally dispel the horror of his old persona from my mind, and move on.” Yeah, that was Lissa speak for getting closure, and moving on, alright, just like the way she’d been suggesting I consider taking things further, with regard to my fucking ordeals yearsago. As if I’d willingly revisit that shit though. I gently took Elise’s hand, getting her finger away from me before I sucked on it, and dragged her somewhere to fuck this idea, and any other crazy ideas, right out of her.
“Babe, I ask this with all the love in the world, and respect for Lissa, but are you sure she isn’t just trying to get you to make peace with him, so it strengthens his position for returning to the club as a fully patched member?”
“Wait. I thought he was going to be? That’s the point, right?”
Fuck.
“I just mean that-”
“After all this, they’re planning to oust him? But he’s worked so hard!” Did I ever think I’d hear Elise standing up for Micro of all people? Fucking hell. This wasn’t going well at all.
“I’m not saying that’s what they’re planning, baby. I’m just saying that whether or not Lissa thinks he’s reformed, I’m not convinced, and I don’t think they are either.”
Elise shook her head, tugging her hand from mine. “I don’t care about that right now. What I care about is needing to chat with him, because I need to put some stuff in my past and move on. I want to move on and focus on our future together. I can’t do that until I say the things I need to say, and hear how he reacts to them.”
“Can I at least go with you? I don’t want you alone with him.”
My sweet brave girl petted my cheek, and shook her head. “I need to do this alone, but… I mean, you’ll be nearby, right?”
Just try and fucking stop me.
Elise
Some might say thisreally wasn’t the right time or place for this, because Micro would be caught up in preparations for the patchover, and probably getting stick from everyone in the process, but it had to be now, because today was the day I was feeling brave enough to try this.
I’d gone looking for him, and after I found Harley mopping up spilled alcohol in the storeroom, I was sent in the direction of Grease’s office. I knew Tesio was a mafia guy undercover at the club, but I had no idea if Harley was in the know, so I just thanked him and headed there. I knew my man Has-Been was shadowing me everywhere, but he’d agreed to give me some space to do this, and I loved him so much more for it. Every day he proved to me that he was the perfect man for me, and the sweetest, kindest possible person to spend my life with. I knew my brother Seth, aka Stitch, hadn’t been open to it at first, but he’d backed down, once he realised I wasn’t going to give up on being with his club brother.
As I opened the door to the building that housed Grease’s tech office, I walked straight into Micro, who was just stepping through it at the exact same moment. He caught me, a reflex, I’m sure, before he realised just who he was touching, and cursed, backing up instantly with his hands up.
