Chapter 25 #2
Shuddering, Fox pulls me into his body, his large arm slung across my shoulders.
“You OK, baby? We’ll finish them and then grovel on our hands and knees until our girl knows that we didn’t mean to hurt her. We’re just dumb.”
“Fucking dumb,” I huff. “But we’ll fix it. We have to.”
Fox nods quietly, watching the show. “I wasn’t expecting his dick to melt off.”
“No one expects that shit,” Savage says, before changing his mind., “Well, no, I think Pops expected it.” Pointing toward him.
“It was probably his fucking idea, if not his ‘secret recipe’. How many secret recipes can a fucker have?” Judge whines.
“You’d be surprised,” Gus adds, watching Chewy place another drop of Pops’ secret recipe on Ryan’s balls now.
“I am so fucking glad all I got was a Jacobs Ladder, Jesus Christ,” the geeky one with no glasses says.
“What is your name?” Remy uncharacteristically asks, “I can’t keep calling you Glasses Geek and Non Glasses Geek.”
Shit I’m glad I’m not the only one doing that right now. And I only started that because I heard Fox refer to them as such.
“I’m Theo,” No Glasses says, before pointing to glasses, “He’s Jay.”
“Oh yeah, introductions. Theo, Jay, everyone,” Chewy mutters, waving her hand around but not looking away from Ryan’s junk.
We all stand there awkwardly staring at them until the quiet of the room is disturbed when Chewy claps. “Right, now that you’re all warmed up, wanna tell us everything you know about Hitchens and Matthew Thompson?” she says, addressing Ryan and Norton.
Ryan definitely isn’t talking, too busy sweating and hissing at the pain his body is wracked with.
A loud scream leaves Norton the moment Chewy steps up to him.
He’s had a front row seat to everything Chewy has done to Ryan, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise when Chewy treats him to the same dick treatment.
“Can I suggest something?” Theo, the Geek, asks. Chewy nods and he clacks away at his laptop. “Ask Norton how they were recruited into the PD.”
Chewy shrugs at the suggestion and then waves in Moss’s direction.
“You want me to ask?” He raises his brow.
“Well, yeah. I don’t know the ins and outs of recruitment like you do.” Chewy says, peering at first Ryan, then Norton’s dicks.
Moss dips his chin, then moves to stand at the foot of the tables the two men are strapped to, his gaze on Norton. Even before he opens his mouth Norton starts to whimper and shake his head.
“Don’t say a fucking word!” Ryan hisses, straining against his restraints.
“Norton,” Moss starts, almost friendly. “Those two geeks over there think I need to ask you how you were recruited. How did you end up in the Rose Grove Police Department?”
Norton’s eyes dart to Ryan then back to Moss.
“Hitchens,” he licks his lips, swallowing, “he, he approached me and Ryan when we were still in the academy together. Said that his uncle needed men on the inside.” He starts to cry, not pity wimpy tears, no these are fat, wet sobs, snot bubbling and drooling type tears.
The body wracking tears you cry when you’re scared for your fucking life.
I know those tears but I don’t pity this fucker.
“I swear, I joined to do good! He said that Rose Grove was a town full of corruption and crime and that I’d be doing the town a favor by coming in and working alongside Sheriff Kelson. ”
“Oh you mean corrupt-as-fuck Sheriff Kelson?” Marx growls and Norton shrinks back.
“Wait, why are we interrogating them when we have those whizz kids over there?” Tank asks, tipping his head to Theo and Jay.
The one with glasses pushes them up his nose, I think that one is Jay. “We’re not as good as Chewy and her team-”
“Of course not,” Chewy scoffs.
“We can follow paper trails, all their communications, but that doesn’t always tell us the how or why.”
“We know they’re working for the guy who originally contracted us,” Theo says, “but can’t find any real paper trail between them. Everything seems to lead to some guy named Joseph Almaraz, but then correspondence seemed to stop around two months ago.”
Fuck. The whole room tenses as Marx raises his hands and places them on top of his head, blowing out a breath.
“This stays in this room,” Marx says, holding eye contact with us one by one, as his gaze roams. “Sniper cannot know. He’s starting to look settled at The Keep. This will fuck him up again.”
We all nod in agreement, the brothers mumbling their compliance.
He’s right. Seeing Sniper at The Keep was like seeing the old brother he was.
Some of his darkness lightened when Judge’s woman put Joseph down, but it wasn’t enough to get Sniper’s head right.
Now though, he looks like he has a chance to really live.
“We know Almaraz.” Marx informs Jay and Theo. “He’s dead.”
“Right,” Theo nods. “Well, the accounts that paid us, and these guys, are all under his name, so someone must have access. But the correspondence, instructions and all that stuff that went between those two on the table and the higher ups stopped abruptly.”
“Almaraz dying was what? Two, three months ago? Probably around the same time Hitchens started swinging his dick a little more,” Moss mutters.
Moss looks thoughtful for a moment, before leaning down into Norton’s face.
“Is that what happened?” Norton whimpers before snorting up his snot, and nodding, ignoring screams from his partner to shut up.
Moss straightens, staring down at the man.
“And what did Hitchens, or even Thompson, want with the DRMC?”
“Wha-?” Norton gurgles, a confused look on his face.
“Why the fuck was there a bug in my locker room other than you wanted to listen in to Fox and Nitro?” Moss roars.
“It was never about them!” Ryan screams, finally breaking.
“We were listening to you Moss you righteous fucker! It was meant to be Hitchens in the Sheriff seat, not you. You fucking high and mighty prick-” he’s cut off with screams when Moss moves forward, quick as lightning and stabs him in the thigh.
He chokes a little before breathing harshly, nostrils flaring.
Chewy has been quiet, squishing her lip squinting at the puddle of melted ball skin on the table.
“What is so important about Moss that Thomson hired Theo and Jay to surveil him? He’s a small town sheriff.
It’s not really that important a role for someone to be using military grade equipment and hiring two mid-tier hackers for. ”
“Wow, thanks Chewy,” Moss says sarcastically, joined with mumbles from the geeks.
Ryan clamps his jaw shut, glaring at Chewy.
That is until she pulls out a huge silicone dildo shaped like a fucking tentacle.
She lubes it up then slaps Ryan in the face with it before moving to stand between the two tables the men are strapped to.
She then slaps it on Norton’s belly, then Ryan’s, moving back and forth as she recites “Eeeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe.”
“OK, OK, I’ll tell you, just don’t touch me with that thing!” Norton screams through his tears.
Chewy stops what she’s doing abruptly, then gently places it on Norton’s belly. “Good boy,”
“Thompson needs the routes through Rose Grove to be clear. Since Moss came on it’s all been fucked up.
Then you lot got involved, then the cartels and -” he takes a shuddering breath, “it’s just fucked up and they need Moss gone.
But he’s too high profile to kill so Hitchens was digging up dirt.
That’s when Jenna, his other wife found what he was doing and he - he killed her,” he finishes quietly.
Moss hangs his head before raising it again and taking all his anger out on Ryan’s prone body. “You fuckers! Two little girls watched their mom get murdered by their father, another little girl and her mom were used as punching bags all because you greedy cunts wanted me gone! Fuck you!”
Moss beats Ryan until he’s unrecognizable, Norton sobbing the whole time. Then, like a switch, Moss stops, composes himself, calming his breathing.
“Wait, that makes sense and all, Thompson pulling the strings to make business easier for himself. But why the fuck were these guys so horny for Pops?” Rider asks, looking around the room.
“Well, Norton?” Chewy asks, leaning on the table, eyedropper at the ready.
“Because he’s a dick! He’s a criminal and a total asshole!” Norton yells.
“Well, he’s not wrong,” Pops concedes, his grandchildren all nodding.
“He’s always pulling shit, breaking the law, making our jobs near impossible. We thought if we could take him down then Moss would have to pull strings to get him free. It would make Moss slip up and we’d have you both out of the way.”
Moss shakes his head. He reaches behind his back, taking out his gun and pointing it at Norton, Norton’s face screwed up in a mask of remorse and fear.
“Thank you for your service,” Moss spits, the gun fire ringing in our ears.