Chapter 16 #2
I’m going to kill the little shit. Absolutely annihilate him.
How dare he put his grubby mitts on my baby?
My Carmelita? I grab him by the cut and move to drag him out but his sudden flinch reminds me that it was only a couple of days ago that the fucker was shot in the gut.
Growling, I shove him back in the seat and get as close as I can get without shoving my tongue down his throat.
“You’ll keep, you cheeky asshole. One day, when you least expect it, I will be there and I will tear you a new asshole.”
Marx’s tired eyes stare me down, but I don’t give a shit. He can stare all he wants. He will get what's coming to him.
“Johnny?” Lovely’s voice snaps me out of our stare down, and I back out of the doorway so my sweet girl can get her man. He’s lucky she loves him, otherwise I would have disposed of him a long time ago.
“Yeah, Buttercup, it’s-”
“You dumb asshole!” My brows jack up at Lovely’s language. “You are meant to be in the hospital! Why are you here? You could have hurt yourself!”
Marx blows out a long breath and then pulls himself from my car. My baby. “I know, but, fuck Buttercup, I can’t lie there knowing you and my little girl are all the way out here and there are fuckers lined up trying to hurt you. I had to be near you.”
Lovely frowns and crosses her arms over her chest, staring down her Ol Man. Glancing around I notice Gallows’ and Mercy’s heads ping ponging back and forth like it’s some damn exciting reality tv show. Although, me and the Girl Gang are doing the same thing, so perhaps it is.
“I love you Johnny, but you are a pig headed idiot.” She jabs a finger in his direction. “If you think you’re going to be here barking out orders and being all alpha male, then think again. You are on light duties and Gallows and Mercy can do all the heavy lifting until Rhodie and Dex return.”
“But Buttercup -”
“Don’t ‘but Buttercup’ me, mister! Argh, I am just so damn angry at you Johnny Pax-”
Marx strikes quicker than a man with his injury should, cupping Lovely’s face in his hands and dragging her in for a kiss. It must work because she softens against him even further when he wraps his arms around her.
Chewy lets out a huff then stomps to stand in front of the Prez and his Ol Lady, blocking our view of their makeout session. “Right, so, can I get back to work now or what?”
Joy
“Where the fuck did he come from?” Marx asks as he wanders into the processing shed behind us.
He’s slower than usual, leaning on Lovely, but he’s still the man in charge. Even Gallows stepped down from trying to keep us in line after they did that man hug thing where they pound each other on the back. I’m not sure how Marx stayed standing given that Gallows is huge like Switch.
“Marx, meet The Foreign Ginger. We were just getting to the good part. As you can see-” Chewy waves at the Foreign Ginger’s privates, “- that I have already disintegrated his junk. I was about to move on to his colon before you interrupted me.”
“Well, shit, don’t let my presence stop you,” Marx says, waving a hand at the hanging ginger who starts thrashing again.
“Say bye bye to your colon…” Chewy mutters as she starts busying herself behind her captive.
“No! No! Please, I’ll talk, fuck!”
“Did you get any up there?” Pops mumbles with a raised brow.
“No,” Chewy grumbles, “and it would be rude of me to do it now that he’s gonna talk.” She rounds on the man. “Talk. Who are you working for, what was your business here and anything else you can think of. Aaaand go!”
He sniffs up a line of snot that was escaping his right nostril before swallowing hard. “I contract to an ex-military crew. We get contracts through Thompson, McDonald and Associates.”
“Associates?” Wire murmurs under his breath before he and Remy start tapping away at their laptops. I didn’t even notice them bring them in, but I guess it’s part of their role in the MC.
I wonder what my role would be? I’m not brave or clever, I’m just me. Not that it’s a bad thing. I know I have strengths and things I am good at, I just haven't quite figured them all out yet.
“Yeah, some Russian guy. But he’s pissed because they’ve fallen through on some deals. That’s why I’m here. I was scouting out that lady’s house and I saw when you took the others. I followed and waited and then followed you here. Please don’t ruin my ass!”
Chewy ignores him instead narrowing her eyes at him. “So, you found us. What was the plan?”
“I’m meant to call it in, but I figured if I was quick enough I could snatch up the kids and get outta here. There’s a bonus if I do that. Keeps the Russian happy and all that.”
Kids? I’m not the only one questioning things as we all share the same confused look.
“Kids?” Pops echoes, head tilted.
“Yeah. There's the red head one, and there are two more that were meant to be delivered to the Russian but something went bad with that deal.”
“That bastard!” Loyal growls, her fists shaking with rage, the same as mine. “No one is getting my daughters. No one!” She spits at the Foreign Ginger before letting out a frustrated scream.
“You gonna tell them there are two more?” A rough voice barks from behind us, making me jump out of my skin.
“Baby! You’re back!” Chewy beams, waving goofily at her Ol Man, a grin on her face.
Rhodie stalks across the floor, his long legs eating the distance between him and his Ol Lady, although he does stop long enough to scowl at his brother who rolls his eyes.
I avert my eyes when he and Chewy start making out, instead concentrating on Rhodie’s words. “Wait, you said there were two more?” I ask, brows furrowed in concentration. There can’t be two more. Travis only sold Kit, Addy and Bree.
“You gonna tell her, or am I?” Rhodie raises a brow at the man who whimpers.
It could be Rhodie’s powerful arched brow, or the DRMC men who filed in behind him.
Not my man, unfortunately. Calling him my man both feels right and makes me giddy.
My insides fizz at the thought that I could make Switch mine, but before I can talk myself out of it, the truth of it settles in my gut.
Switch, Reid, deserves a woman who can smooth his rough edges, who can bring quiet to the chaos in his life, who can care for him as much as he cares for others.
That is my job. That is what Reid deserves. And I deserve Reid.
“Come on, dude. My Ol Man already spilled the beans. Tell me who you are here for,” Chewy says, poking her prisoner, making him sway as he hangs from meat hooks.
“We were sent here for Hitchens’ three kids, and two others. All I know about them is one is around three years old with brown hair, the other is two with black hair. I’m sorry!”
Chewy stiffens, the expression on her face neutral as she stares at the man begging for his life.
Quick as a flash she has her syringe in hand and she’s behind him.
HIs screams bounce off the walls as Chewy injects caustic soda into his anus.
Tears stream down his face, mixing with the snot that bubbles from his nose.
“Enough!” Marx bellows, drawing both Chewy and the man up short.
“One of those little girls is my fucking daughter.” Marx takes one heavy step toward the Foreign Ginger who has quietened his screams to pained hisses and whimpers. “The other is your torturer's daughter.”
“Hello!” Chewy waves at him, blood on her gloves.
“The other three belong to my brothers and their Ol Ladies, so you see? You done fucked up big time. Now, we know the who and the why, but the million dollar question is … who knows you’re here?”
“I called it in,” he whispers, “told them how many of you to expect. I-I’m so fucking sorry, I was just doing my-”
Quick as a flash, Rhodie uses the butt of his gun across the man's face, his body going limp as his head lolls, blood dripping from his mouth.
“Keep him alive, Chewy. I need to sit down and wait for the rest of my men to get home before we plan our next move.” Marx slowly shuffles out, accompanied by Lovely, Gallows and Mercy.
“Hey Pops, when we finally get rid of this guy do you wanna see what type of damage the caustic soda did?”
“Oh hell yeah!” Pops roars, fist pumping in the air. “I’ll get the autopsy kit outta the SUV. Hopefully Marx doesnt fuck around for too long, I can’t wait to see what damage the soda did on the dick!”
“And we’re out.” Jazz hooks her arm through my elbow and we march out of the shed, into the bright light of the day, the warm sun on our faces.
One day I’ll be able to soak in this feeling, but today is not that day. Not until all our girls are safe and the bad guys are gone.