Chapter 5
Nitro
“Yo Nitro, how was your weekend?” Moss asks, leaning against Hitchens’ desk, doing a good job of snooping without making it look too obvious.
“I saw you Saturday. Today is Monday. There was only one day I didn’t see your ugly ass.”
Moss’s hand flies to his chest, “Deputy Gardiner, you wound me.”
“He using his mean words again?” Fox asks, smile on his face as usual as he saunters in.
“Yeah, but it’s fine. Payback is a bitch. I’m just sorry you’re gonna get caught up in it,” Moss says to Fox, looking at least a little bit guilty.
“What’s going on?” I ask, leaning forward, elbows resting on my desk. Hopefully we’re closer to shutting down what’s brewing and getting outta here.
“Let’s just say I was coerced into doing civic duty this morning, and you two are gonna give me a hand.” Moss jingles his keys in his hand, tipping his chin to the door. “We’ll take the department SUV. Be shitty of me to make you get into a patrol car backseat.” He grins as Fox calls shotgun.
I slide into the backseat, kicking Fox’s as he moves it back to accommodate his long legs. Everything about him is opposite to me. We’re around the same height, but where he is lean, I’m stocky. He’s blonde, my hair is almost black. His cock is long, mine is thick.
“I’m sure you know Jazz is the art teacher at Rose Grove Special Ed Center. She’s organized some important people from the community and different emergency services to swing by. We’re repping RGPD.”
“Are we doing art with them or something?” Fox asks, brow raised.
“Nah, the kids will do the art project, but meeting us and being able to ask questions and things
help them learn who they can trust in the community, and who to go to for help. Kids in her class have a variety of needs - Down Syndrome, autism, nonverbal or hearing impaired, that sort of thing.”
He pulls into the drive at a cute school that I have ridden past a few times.
It suits Jazz. The school is surrounded by safety fences and they have a large colorful playground, with swings that look like you could lie down on them.
Everything is brightly colored and textured looking.
Moss parks and we follow him through the cheerful entrance, into the school office where we wait for our visitor’s badges to be made up.
“Is that Lego?” I watch as the receptionist places colorful Lego blocks on a thin, flat piece
“Yeah, Lego came out with a braille range, so I’m just making up your names in braille so the kids can feel them.”
I thank her as I take my cool Lego name badge attached to a lanyard, which makes much more sense than a badge because I’m sure people don’t really want blind kids pawing their chests or anything.
Fox takes a peek at mine before holding up his with a grin.
He’s loving this. I know he has some plan to get Jasmine to notice us, but I’m dubious as fuck.
“This way,” I follow Moss since he looks like he knows exactly where we’re going. “I help out with her classroom set up every summer,” he says, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking.
We come to a stop in front of a door that’s decorated with large colorful paint splotches cut out of textured paper with the words “Be art-rageous!” on the front, with Lego blocks underneath spelling out the same thing I’m assuming.
Moss knocks twice then leads the way. I take in the amount of art on the walls, the hustle and bustle, the excited children’s voices swirling chaotically around me and in the middle of it all, standing stock still with a beaming smile stretched across her face is Jasmine.
“Fuck me,” Fox murmurs under his breath, before we lock gazes. I’m not giving in just yet, they deserve better, but still. I can feel something settle in my chest. A warmth. A knowing.
I’m just not sure if I deserve it.
Fox
My gaze wanders from Nitro’s, to where Jazz is standing in the center of a group of her students, a smile on her face.
She’s like the fucking sun, a bronze goddess and we’re just the chumps in her orbit.
I take her in, from head to toe but I’m interrupted by something ramming into the soft part just above my ankle, taking my breath away.
I curse like a motherfucker inside my head before plastering a smile on my face.
“Oops, sorry Mr.” A little boy with huge glasses and cornrows looks up at me from his motorized wheelchair before fiddling with his joystick and looking set to take off in the other direction
“Jackson! What do we do when we accidentally run into someone?”
Jackson looks at Jasmine, then at me, then back at her again whilst I see her widen her eyes at him.
He sighs the loudest sigh I’ve ever heard come out of a small body “Sorry Officer.” He goes to move away, hesitates a moment then turns, his eyes large behind his glasses “Please don’t send me to the Cancel Chamber, I’ll never last in there, I’m not pretty enough!
” I stare down at him whilst Nitro snorts.
“The Cancel Chamber?”
“Yeah. Prison. The pokey. The big house. The cancel chamber, cos you’re canceled. Get it?” I know that voice. That is the voice nightmares are made of.
“Rodney, what a surprise,” Nitro says, grinning directly at me as Rodney turns from the paramedic he was talking to.
He makes a beeline for us, leaving Elio to show the paramedic his favorite book on medieval torture. I’ve seen him with it at the clubhouse.
“Rodney! Stop right there. What do you say before you move on to speaking with another guest?” He looks at the paramedic behind before giving him the peace sign, then the love heart sign.
“Thanks, Dr Dude.”
“I’m a paramedic kid.”
Rodney shrugs his shoulders then sidles over to us. “Pretty much the same thing, amiright?”
Moss laughs out loud slapping the kid on the shoulder and asks how his mom is. I’m guessing Moss probably knows a few of these kids. I take this as my opportunity to wander over and talk to Jasmine.
“Before you get any closer, I’m not talking to you.” That stops me in my tracks.
“Um, may I ask why?” At this, Jazz closes the distance between us before hissing,
“One of you snitched on me to Moss, you rat bastard,” she says all this with a beaming smile on her face the whole time, so as not to concern her students I’m guessing. All it does is make her somewhat unhinged.
“I promise I didn’t say a word. I’m not a snitch and neither is Nitro.
Damn, I mean, can you imagine what it would take to get Nitro to loosen up enough to even share his secrets?
” Her eyes flick to Nitro, who is kneeling in front of a little blonde girl with crooked pigtails.
“Look, your brother is good at his job, I’d say he read the report and then used the material to use against you.
” She squints her eyes at me a little before nodding and backing up.
I’m almost tempted to follow her, the smell of her fruity scent doing weird things to my senses.
I stare at her for a moment, taking in her hair piled on top of her head with a bright yellow flower holding it all together, the bangs that brush the frames of her glasses, and her large doe eyes staring up at me.
My gaze travels further down to her blouse, pulled tight across her large round tits. Wait, is that a duck?
“Have you been shopping with Mira?”
She beams up at me.“Yes! It’s my favorite blouse, if you look here, this one is holding a dagger in his mouth,” she raises her arm and points to the side of her plump boob, and yes, right there is a duck with a dagger
“Ignore my sister, Deputy. She dresses like a clown.”
She gasps so forcefully she starts coughing, flapping her hands around trying to get it under control.
Within moments she’s surrounded by kids of all abilities offering to help, at least three are hitting her back with varying degrees of helpfulness.
As her coughing fit subsides I feel someone sidle up next to me.
“Rodney,” I dip my chin. The kid is a fucking menace, but he means well. I think.
“Yup, that’s me. I’m pretty certain I fixed her. I have strong hands, you know.”
“That’s a good thing to have Rodney,” Nitro mumbles, coming to stand next to me.
A mischievous smile grows across his face and my brows pull in. “Yeah, well, I gotta keep my pimp hands strong, keep the girls in line, you know what I mean.”
My brows hit my hairline at the same time Nitro snorts and Jasmine growls his name and he hot foots it towards some other poor unsuspecting community helper. I look from Jasmine, to Moss then Nitro before I burst into laughter.
Shaking my head, Nitro and I split off from Moss and we take our time wandering around the class and chatting to the kids.
A sweet blonde girl with Down Syndrome gives me a friendship bracelet and a small boy wearing ear muffs coughs directly in my face.
It’s a bit of a mixed bag in this class but I can see why Jasmine likes it here.
After close to an hour of mingling and learning how much the kids love it here, I make my way towards Jasmine, standing with her brother and Nitro.
Interesting considering Nitro thinks that Jazz isn’t the woman for us.
That she deserves more than what he can give her.
I’ve watched him the whole time we’ve been here.
Even when he was focussed on the kids, his eyes would wander the room, seeking Jasmine.
“So, Deputy Ellison, what do you think of my humble little class?” Jasmine asks, eyes twinkling with mischief.
“Well, I’ve been given gifts and germs, but I like them. The kids are all cool kids. Even Rodney,” I say, tipping my head in his direction as he makes a beeline for a woman who looks to be a nurse.
“He’ll never change,” Moss says, shaking his head.
“Well, he’s less messy when he paints now, so, there’s that at least.” She smiles up at me, then Nitro before sharing a look with her brother.
“So, Deputies, would you be able to do me a favor?” she asks, dark eyes wide, pleading. Jesus, what I wouldn’t give to have them looking up at me while her lips were wrapped around my cock. Or around Nitro’s. I don’t mind either way.
“Anything you need, if we can help, we will,” Nitro offers in his rough voice.
She bounces on her toes a little, sharing another look with Moss.
I dart my eyes to Moss and he shakes his head subtly.
“I need someone from the community to model for the kids, this Wednesday at 10 am. Would you two be willing to do it? You don’t have to do anything other than turn up.
You can sit or stand or whatever, or ask the kids what type of pose they want to see you in.
It’d only be for an hour or so.” She stares at me with her huge eyes, looking deep into my soul and I don’t think I could ever say no to this woman.
Which is a fucking worry because I’ve heard the stories.
I know what Jules went through inside these four walls.
I’ve seen the chaos that landed on Pops’ and Mad Dog’s laps when they were in their pose off for number one grandpa.
My gaze shoots to Nitro’s in panic but it’s too late. His lips are already moving.
“Sure, why not? Count us in,” he says smoothly. Calmly. What the fuck has he gotten us into?
Jazz claps her hands, beams up at me, and bustles off to stop one of the kids from escaping.
“You gonna regret that man,” Moss shakes his head at Nitro and gives me a pitying look.
“They’re third graders, how bad can it be?” Nitro answers, clearly not knowing anything about kids at all.
“I’ve done it before for her, years ago.
They gave me bad self-esteem. Do you know how ruthless kids can be?
I let a visually impaired kid touch my face and head to ‘get the feel for me’.
She squealed, dry wretched, and told me my face felt like ‘monster skin’.
” Nitro snorts as Moss shudders, reliving his experience.
“If it makes you feel any better, I think you’re a decent-looking man. Some may even say attractive,” I offer.
“As attractive as my sister would you say?” He waggles his eyebrows at me and then shoots a smirk at Nitro. “Come on, give it up boys, I know you’re keen on Jazz. It’s so obvious even that soul-crushing blind kid would be able to see it.”
“That bad huh?” I ask, glancing at Nitro, who yet again, has his gaze following Jazz around the room.
“Look, I like you guys. You’re good men, and I know you’d love the hell outta my sister, make her happy, help with her burden. But you’ve got your work cut out for you there,” he says, staring first me down, then Nitro.
“Anything worth having is worth working for,” I reply, undeterred.
He slaps his hand on my shoulder, “I look forward to welcoming you both to the family one day. Hopefully, she hasn’t broken or maimed you guys by then.” He laughs. “Come on, we’ve done our duty for the day and I’m pretty certain I’ve discouraged Rodney from committing any crimes. Let’s head back.”
I take one last long look at Jazz. She must feel my gaze because she turns to me and gifts me with a smile that lights up the whole fucking room.
I raise my hand and she hesitates for a moment before she waves back.
I have two days to get Nitro on board. Two days to come up with a plan.
Two days before I implement Operation Jazz.