Micro cursed, digging out his own phone, and marching off to speak to someone.
“Aw was that a yes, or is he phoning daddy for permission?”
Harley took up Micro’s position while he was across the waiting room, a waiting room by the way that had some very uneasy hospital staff watching us closely, while pretending to do just the opposite.
“Listen, it’s kind of you fellas to offer help, but you have to understand, we’re getting constant help we haven’t actually asked for, and it’s coming with demands of payback. That’s extortion at the very least.”
“True. That’s the Bennetts’ entire business, basically.”
“A hen night doesn’t sound so bad. We can discuss that after tonight, but I really think we can manage to-”
“We accept your help,with the following conditions,” Micro interrupted, tucking his phone back in his pocket as he stepped up beside Harley again, “sorry, brother.”
Harley nodded, moving aside again.
“Go on, we’ll put them to our bosses.”
“One, we do the hen night, and that’s going to cover payback for everything to date, except tonight. Secondly, we get the power of veto against any favour they ask for in return for tonight. I will not put my club, or my family at risk. Thirdly, this is the last time we get enforced assistance if we didn’t ask for it. It’s one thing to offer, but this is like being held to ransom, and it won’t work again. You’re offering help and that’s great, but don’t underestimate how big this club is, and how many allies we already have. I’m betting our reach is wider than you realise.”
The men exchanged looks, and I want to say they looked grudgingly impressed, but they simply nodded slowly, and one tapped something in his ear.
“Catch all that, boss?”
Oh my god. They had earpieces and were listening this whole time? Micro grinned, clearly not having missed that detail.
“Gotcha. The bosses agree. Hen night wipes the slate clean before tonight. They agree to the rest.”
Wow. All that left now was the retribution, right?
Chapter Thirty-Three
Ihad to stayin the hospital overnight, which meant I was missing out on the club retaliation, and that really burned in my chest, because I should fucking be there. I wasn’t some child who needed to be sheltered from the fight, but it had to happen right away, or they’d have time to plan for an assault, so instead, I sat with a tablet on my lap, comms in my ear, and Glory on the bed beside me.
Between Grease, Ice, and that tech guy for the mobsters, we had video feeds of the entry points to the Double D compound, and access to the up to the minute chatter on the comms.
“Team Bellend, make your way to the storage centre, Team Phoenix, at points two and three.”
“I didn’t agree to Team Bellend as our tag.”
“Sorry, it’s all arranged now. Confirm when in position.”
Glory had an earpiece in too, and giggled every time they said ‘bellend’.
“I’m pretty sure I advised that our team was Team Bennett. Stop being a child, Grease.”
“Listen up, fucknuts, I don’t answer to you, so take your pissy ass attitude, and shove it-”
“Grease, shut it. I can’t hear the others.”
We were both laughing at their antics at this point, but our comms were listen-only earpieces, so we couldn’t join in with the banter.
“This is hilarious,” Glory said, her eyes bright with laughter.
“Tell me about it. Still, it’s going to get nasty pretty soon, so you don’t have to watch.”
She slapped my hand away as I tried to cover her eyes.
“Yes, I do. I have to see them pay for hurting you!”
