Chapter 7
Fox
“Good morning Chewy. my favorite Ol Lady of all my brothers’ Ol Ladies,” I call out as I walk into the computer tech room the Com-Puta’s use. Remy rolls her eyes from her seat on Wire’s lap as the glow of their computer screen illuminates their faces.
“Have you ever thought about putting windows in here? Nitro grumbles, arms folded over his muscular chest. I let my eyes linger a little before focussing them on the back of Chewy’s head.
Her fingers fly over the keys on her extra clacky sounding keyboard. “You don’t have to butter me up, Fox. I already know I’m the favorite of everyone here. I was the first Ol Lady, remember?”
Nitro lets out a small huff, but she’s not wrong.
Things changed once Chewy landed on the DRMC doorstep.
She set off a domino effect on the brothers who have found women of their own.
I glance at Nitro, taking in his strong profile, and I know if he opened himself up and let himself believe it, that we have found our woman too.
Well, the woman I want to be ours. Whether or not she’ll agree is a different story.
I fear she may take after her mother more than we think.
“Are you going to stand there staring at your boyfriend, or get to asking? I have things to do, you know. All sorts of things that need to fit into my tightly packed schedule to be efficient both as an MC member, a security business owner, and as the mother of a child who needs constant intellectual stimulation to grow her brain in the very best of ways.” She spins suddenly in her chair, legs folded up under her as her gaze hits just above my shoulder.
“Why do you look different? All, happy or something.” She frowns.
“Ah…”
“Chewy, what can you tell us about the Dropmire bugs?”
She stares at Nitro, like really at Nitro then her gaze flickers to something on the wall. She does that thing where she strokes her imaginary beard and we all watch as if this is completely normal behaviour from a successful businesswoman. I guess in this case, it is.
“It’s classified,” she says spinning in her chair back to her screen.
“Then why did Moss find one in the locker room at the station?” I casually ask, leaning against the wall, crossing one foot over the other.
Chewy stiffens before spinning back to us. How she doesn’t get dizzy with how fast she flings that chair is a mystery. Her eyes narrow. “How did Moss know what it looked like? In fact, how did he know where to look in the first place?”
Nitro and I share a look. One we’ve shared numerous times in our military career together. “Are you saying Moss could be in on this?”
“What? No. Don’t be stupid. Wire and I cleared him ourselves. We’re not idiots,” Chewy says, looking at me like I’m the idiot.
“We did a deep dive into the whole family.” Wire adds, spinning to look at us as well, Remy gives us a little wave from his lap. “Moss does seem to have some, let’s say, interesting skills, but I think that has more to do with his family background than anything that could pose a danger to us.”
“What do you mean by ‘family background’?” Nitro mumbles.
“Did you never once question how Flora, lovely latino mom, could walk into the Rev Room, talk sweetly to a man and then stab him in the thigh?” Chewy asks, head tilted as if trying to figure out a mystery.
Now that she mentions it, I think we all just accepted that she’s a little unhinged.
Nothing more, nothing less. When you look at the type of women my brothers have claimed, they’re all on the unhinged side.
And shit, after seeing what Vi went through to protect the women and kids she was taken with, well, I figured that she must have gotten that fire from her mother.
“I guess, now that you mention it,” Nitro murmurs.
“Flora is from a long line of Autodefensas. They’re families who rose up to defend against cartels.
In some places they run like mafia,” Remy explains.
“I can’t find any evidence that Flora’s family are in a Mexican mafia of sorts, but the family are well known for their hard stance on criminal matters. ”
“Huh.”
“So, Foxy Loxy, to answer your question, Moss isn’t involved. But he must have some good spidey senses to sniff out a Dropmire.” Chewy finishes. “Lemme guess, you want me to find out where it came from?”
I grin at her.“You know me so well.”
She squints at Nitro and me, before her eyes move to the large clock hanging on the wall. She uncrosses her legs and stands. “We got half an hour. Let’s go.”
“Whoa whoa, Chewy, slow down,” Nitro says, stepping into her path.
“What? I thought you wanted me to find out where the Dropmire came from?”
Nitro gives me a look, I know he wants me to deal with this. “Yeah, we do. But it’s in the men’s locker room so you can’t just walk in there.” I placate, hands up to stop her walking out the door.
She stops for a moment, hands on hips. “Well, that’s easy.” She turns toward the door. “Pops!” she yells at the top of her lungs.
As if waiting for his cue he pokes his head around the door, “You bellowed?”
“Got a mission for ya. Accompany Fox and Nitro to RGPD. There’s a bug they want you to take a look at.”
A predatory grin stretches across Pops’ face, growing wider when Nitro lets out a long groan that has my balls drawing up. Everything about that man is sexy, especially his moans and groans.
“Well, boys, lets blow this popsicle stand and go fuck up someone’s day.” He claps his hands, rubbing them together greedily.
“I think we need some ground rules first,” Nitro says.
“Ground rules are for chumps. We’re there purely to fuck shit up. Let’s go.” With that Pops turns on his heel and storms down the hall.
“We’re gonna regret this, aren’t we?” Nitro mumbles as we follow behind Pops, only stopping when he does - to add more knives to his hidden sheaths.
“Maybe.” I grin at him, knowing that between the two of us, Nitro is going to be a lot more pissed off than I am.
As far as I’m concerned? Rose Grove PD won’t know what hit it.
Nitro
I slam the car door, not even waiting to make sure Fox is fully in the vehicle before putting it in gear.
“Hold your horses! Fuck, kid!” Mad Dog’s gruff voice rings out as he yanks the door closed behind him.
I lower my head, resting my forehead on the steering wheel. “Not you too,”
“Yes, me fuckin’ too. You don’t get to take this asshole on a mission and leave me behind.”
“He has a point. The Love Pres and VP need these little excursions. Otherwise we’ll be holed up with the kids all fucking day,” Pops says.
My eyes flick to the rear view, meeting his golden colored eyes, much like the rest of the Tombs family. “I thought you loved being a grandpa?”
“I didn’t say I didn’t like it, did I?” Pops throws back, giving me the stink eye.
“We love the grandkids. But sometimes, we miss getting out there and fucking shit up.”
“Especially where the Po-po are involved,” Pops grins, predatorily. I’m not even gonna ask about the use of the word “Po-po”.
“So, I’m outta the loop. Clue me up,” Mad Dog says.
I listen with half an ear as Fox brings them both up to speed.
As patched members they were in Church the other night so they know the score with Hitchens and his wife.
What they don’t know, shit, what we don’t know, is exactly how far and wide within the department the poison goes.
With Moss finding the Dropmire bug, this leads to higher than Sheriff level.
It leads to someone who has enough sway or money to bribe someone in the PD and to be able to get their hands on military tech.
And that’s some shit we really don’t wanna be wading into, but it looks like it’s too late now.
“Right, so get into the locker room, check out the bug, get the info to Chewy. Easily done,” Pops says, sharing a look with Mad Dog then giving us a chin lift.
“Yeah, but you can’t disturb the bug. We don’t want them knowing that we know they’re listening,” Fox says, turning in his seat.
“Got it. We’ll just go in there, tell the bird behind the desk that we’re two elderly gentlemen who need a little help,” Pops says in full confidence, as if anyone would believe he and Mad Dog are innocent older men.
“Ah, no offence, but I think you might need to be a bit more convincing than that. Is there a backup plan?” Fox asks, looking slightly nervous.
“How about you mind your business and we’ll mind ours?” Mad Dog says with a smirk.
Fox gives me a look and I shrug. “Don’t trust them. At the first sign of shenanigans, shut that shit down.” Fox gives me a chin lift, looking a little more laid back.
I get it. I ain’t going anywhere with Pops and Mad Dog. Especially not with a well thought out plan. But shit, if they think they can get in and then back out without anyone questioning what two old men are doing, then more power to them.
I pull into the parking lot, and ignore them when they spill out of the SUV, minus their cuts, letting Fox powerwalk after them.
Glancing in the rear view I watch as Fox holds the door open for the old men before following them in.
I sit for a moment, head on the head rest behind me, tapping on the steering wheel, eyes on two of the men on my shit list. They’re out in the open, heads bent together, staring at a phone screen.
There’s snickering and then furtive glances around the parking lot and yet neither of their gazes lands on the big fuck off blacked out SUV I’m sitting in.
It would take almost no effort on my part to bundle them both into the car and take them back to Chewy for questioning, and yet because of the mission we’re running, I have to sit here, hands tied, waiting for them to make a fuck up.
Vibrating in my jeans has me fumbling for my phone, tapping on the screen to see who’s messaging me.
Need you ASAP
Rolling my eyes I get out of the SUV, waving a friendly hand to my two work colleagues who only now have noticed me. They glare in my direction then scatter, as if I haven’t already seen enough. Jogging the short distance to the PD entrance, I throw the door open and then freeze.