Chapter 25
Fox
Nitro’s heavy as fuck footsteps sound out behind me on the gravel path to the Rev Room and I know that he’s upset.
Well, fuck, so am I. I saw the look on Jazz’s face and it broke my fucking heart.
I’m just trying to protect her. She needs good food and rest. She doesn’t need to be standing in a creepy, sterile room watching Chewy go to town on two deputies.
She teaches little kids, she doesn’t need to see this shit.
“Don’t,” I growl at Nitro when he opens his mouth to say something. “I know, we fucked up.”
“You’d be the only two I know who could fuck up a claiming dinner,” Pops goads.
I glare at him then look straight ahead, fucking wishing the Rev Room was closer so I wouldn’t have to listen to his shit.
“You boys know what you did?” Mad Dog asks instead.
“Yeah. We were looking out for Jazz but-”
“She doesn’t see it that way,” Mad Dog finishes.
I shake my head sadly. “We just wanted her to go home and get some rest,”
“So you cast her out. Listen kid, that woman has spent years feeling on the outside. She gets with you two and to be fair, you’ve been doing a good job getting past her defenses, but you’re only men.
” Pops shrugs. “So you fuck everything up and make her feel even more sick and alone than she was before.”
Nitro groans and kicks a rock so fucking hard it hits the base of a tree, bouncing off.
“Don’t kick shit at our clubhouse, asshole!” Cove’s voice booms out of the trees on a tinny speaker.
“You’re meant to be with Mama Debs!” Blanche growls from her place ahead of us.
It’s silent aside from the screech of their speaker. Nothing follows after that so I guess the kids have probably taken off.
“So, what are you gonna do to fix this?” Mad Dog asks.
“Probably not buy flowers from her mom,” Pops snorts.
I glare at him but there is no heat in it. I have no idea what Nitro and I are going to do to fix this. That’ll have to wait for another time I think as Marx seems to be losing his shit at the Rev Room door. I have no clue how he got here so fast.
“Chewy! Let us the fuck in!” Marx growls.
The sigh that comes from within is loud enough to be heard through the door, but Chewy obliges and swings it open before stepping back. We file in and then create a bottleneck when we all come to a stop.
“Chewy?”
“Marx?”
“Chewy!”
“Johnny!”
Chewy calling Pres by his government name has his head snapping in her direction. “You don’t get to call me that, only Lovely can use my government name.”
“Why? It’s your name. You should answer to both,” Chewy replies, not looking at Marx. Instead her gaze is on those two geeks we picked up at the jeweler. The ones that were spying on the PD.
“Huh, I forgot about those two,” Savage says, looking at the men.
Marx lets out a growl, “Only Ol Ladies get to use government names.”
“Well, fancy that, I’m an Ol Lady.”
“You know what I mean!” Marx barks in a voice that would have a grown man pissing himself. Not Chewy who looks like she’s enjoying this shit. “How would you feel if Lovely started calling Rhodie ‘Rhodes’?”
“I wouldn’t feel anything, it’s his name.” Chewy shrugs.
“Babe.” It’s now Rhodie’s turn to growl.
Marx pinches the bridge of his nose and tries to ignore the snickering of Chewy’s older brothers.
“Fuck it, that’s not important. What is goddamn fucking important is why the hell you have these guys here? You were meant to get rid of them after doing whatever it is you do to get information out of people. Maim, play, disfigure, whatever you want to call it.”
Chewy looks from Marx to where the two geeks, one with glasses, one without, sit in ergonomic office chairs behind some fancy looking equipment.
“Yeah, well, I was going to do that. But then we got to talking and they’re kinda handy so I figured I’d keep them.”
Marx stares at her for a moment, before his eyes dart to the men on the other side of the room. “They’re not pets, Chewy.”
“I dunno. I’ve been feeding them and giving them shelter. I feel like that’s the definition of pet ownership.”
“Babe! Thats a fucking breach of security! You never ran this past me or Marx. What if they got out of here and killed us all in our sleep? What about Laney and Chomper?”
Chewy waves a hand in the air as if that’s a ridiculous idea. “That’s a little dramatic.”
“Babe! We caught them red-handed. They were listening in with high grade military equipment most likely hired by the guy pulling all the fucking strings. Leaving them breathing is a danger to us all,” Rhodie growls. This is the first time I’ve seen him truly pissed at Chewy’s antics.
“If I could say something?” The geek with glasses who knocked me on my ass asks. I’m still feeling pretty dark about that.
“What?” Marx yells, not startling the geek at all.
“It wouldn’t make sense for us to kill you.
We have a mutual enemy. We need to know whoever those two work for.
” He flicks his head toward Norton and Ryan, still struggling as Tank and Judge, the two biggest fuckers DRMC has, hold them steady.
“Besides, why would we kill you when you’re the ones keeping us alive? ” Glasses says.
I don’t know if anyone else is confused, but I sure the fuck am. We all look at Chewy, who stone faced waves awkwardly at us.
“They were contracted to get the bug planted and then run surveillance. They never met who hired them,” Chewy says.
“No need to, as long as the money went in, we didn’t care,” No Glasses Geek says.
“Still don’t get why the fuck they’re still alive, Chewy,” Marx growls, ignoring the geeks.
“Oh, it’s because they work for me now.”
“What!?” All three Tombs brothers roar.
“They took the surveillance contract because their grandmother is sick. They need the money for her medical bills. I checked, as did Wire. They’re legit.”
The rest of us gape at Chewy as she starts fucking around with Ryan, trying to wrestle him into position on one of the three stainless steel tables.
“What are you paying them to do?” Savage asks.
“My work. I’m a busy mom of two, between Chomper and Laney I don’t really have a lot of time to work Tombs Security and all that I do here. This way they can take over for me and lighten my load. Especially with what’s going on with my stomach.”
Chewy has been looking more tired and she’s complained a few times of a stomach upset.
“Is that still happening?” Pops asks, looking concerned. “Could it be something you ate?”
Chewy shrugs one shoulder, strapping Ryan down as Rhodie holds him.
He tried fighting one part there but Rhodie punched him in the balls to get him to comply.
“Not unless I ate a baby at some stage,” she replies, focussing on strapping Ryan’s feet as Rhodie holds him down, stiffening once Chewy’s words hit him properly.
“Baby? Tuesday, look at me.” Rhodie says, gentling his rough voice. “Are you telling me what I think you’re telling me?”
“I think you’ll find she’s telling us,” Pops mumbles, Mad Dog agreeing with him.
Chewy nods her head and the look of wonder on Rhodie’s face makes me think of how I’d react if our girl came to us to tell us we were expecting.
I share a look with Nitro, and I know he’s thinking the same fucking thing.
I know that having a baby will be hard, and may not even be on the cards with Jazz’s illness, but that doesn’t mean we can’t think about what our life could look like in the future, biological children or not.
Rhodie gathers her in his arms and gently swings her around before putting her back on her feet.
“And that’s why I needed replacements. These guys are, like, autistically good.”
“Wait, fuck, how do we know we can trust them? They’re surveillance for hire.” Rhodie asks, clearly conflicted. On one hand he wants to take care of his woman, on the other, he needs to keep us all safe.
“Ah, did you forget what we do?” Gus asks, with a confused look on his face, waving at him, Tav, Jules and Blanche.
“Wire and I dug into them. You know I wouldn’t place the MC in danger,” Chewy says, rolling her eyes.
“We take the contracts because we need them.” Non Glasses geek says softly, “We were hired to do surveillance with fancy grade shit. You might think us criminals, but I’d rather do shit like that and save my grandma’s life than sit there and watch her die.”
Shit. If that’s the case then I kinda don’t blame them. Besides how fucking desperate must these two be if they agreed to work for Chewy after she hung them in sex swings and pierced their dicks?
Looking at Marx I can see something working behind his eyes. “Are you two like Chewy?” Marx asks, eyes darting between the two.
“What do you mean?” Non Glasses asks.
“Are you on the -” Marx’s eyes dart to Chewy, “spectrum?”
“No.” Glasses answers simply before his brow pulls in. “Would you trust us more if we were?”
“If you’re anything like the Tombs I’d trust you a lot fucking less. Not that I have a problem with it,” Marx rushes to say, “I just can’t handle another fucking Chewy running around here.”
“Not for another few months, huh, babe?” Rhodie asks, Chewy tucked against his chest.
She snuggles in for a moment then gently pushes Rhodie back a couple of steps, “Now that we’ve sorted that out, can I do my work now, please?”
Marx walks up to her and wraps her in his arms. “Congrats Chewy. Now have at it.”
Nitro
I will never understand how Chewy’s mind works.
I know evil. I’ve seen it both at home and when I was stationed overseas.
I’ve seen people take pleasure in causing others pain and torment.
But Chewy is not like any of them. After dropping the bomb that she and Rhodie are expecting, she launched right into business.
Rhodie flicked on Britney Spears’ album, and as soon as “Toxic” started blasting through the speakers Chewy took an eyedropper and dripped something into the head of Ryan’s penis.
Makes sense considering he was stripped naked.
What didn’t make sense was how quickly his dick started to melt.