Page 72 of Wire
Dance music starts up and the officers start gyrating. As soon as the first shirt is ripped open, Chewy throws her hands in the air and yells “Girls night!” at the top of her lungs, the girls all cackling and high fiving while my brothers, MC and Tombs sit speechless.
“What in the fuckery is going on?” Marx whispers. Gus reaches out his hand with his roll of antacids, but Marx shakes his head, unable to pull his eyes away from the scene in front of him, puts his hand in his pocket and pulls his own roll out.
“Good man,” Gus mumbles.
“I’ll let them have half a song before I’m kicking these fuckers out,” Marx grumbles.
He doesn’t even make it to half a song. As soon as the snap pants get torn off and thrown on the floor, Marx bellows for them to all fuck off. But not before Nitro sticks a dollar bill in Officer Bullhorn’s G string.
“Well, it was good while it lasted, ladies,” Nat says, her face flushed from dancing.
“If I’m being honest, I never thought we’d get that far through the show. I figured the men would have shut that shit down immediately.” Ana chimes in.
“Shock and awe technique,” Chewy grins proudly, and they all high five each other.
Remy walks straight into my outstretched arms, standing between my spread legs.
“How was girls’ night, baby?”
She pulls back to gaze up at me, her eyes shining brightly. “It was the best. Time. Ever.”
“Even half a strip show?”
“Pshh. I have a much hotter man in my bed every night. It was just fun because it was with my girls, surrounded by my family. This is what I’ve been looking for, Mags. A family like this with the love of a boy I met when I was 13 years old. And I got it!”
“Yes, you did, baby. I love you, for always.”
She beams at me before gently touching her lips to mine.
“For always.”
Tav
“Dude, what the fuck is wrong with our sister?”
Turning, Jules’ grumpy face comes into view. I can’t tell if he’s grumpy because that’s his natural setting, or because the bunnies are so beat up none of them want to fuck him and Fox and Nitro. I have no idea what they all get up to together and I don’t want to know.
“Are you asking as a serious question or just venting?”
He stink eye’s me as I shrug and get back to work. I have to admit, working the bar has its perks. I can watch everything that’s going on, and a lot of the time it’s a comedy of errors. Prospecting has been one of the better decisions I’ve made. Don’t get me wrong, I love working at Tombs Security, but I need people. And the excitement of never knowing what’s going to happen next.
Actually, that’s not quite true. When it comes to my love life, I’d love to know what’s going to happen next. Blanche still isn’t fully on board. I know she wants me. She’s told me. She just has business that needs to be finished and the kids to worry about. I haven’t told Marx and the brothers that I’m in love with the woman that took out Valor Landry. They know we know each other, and I told them the truth. We met at a security conference six months ago. And every day of those six months I’ve been trying to convince her to be my Ol Lady. She’s the one. I know it.
“Tav, Jimmy says there’s a bunch of kids at the gate asking for you.” Rhodie calls out, his phone against his chest.
Frowning, I glance at the time. 9 o’clock is late.
“They asked for me?” Pointing to myself in case Rhodie has gotten me confused with someone else. He’s great and loves my sister, and because of that fact, I’m unsure how clever the man actually is.
“You’re the only fucking Tav Tombs we’ve got, dickhead.”
“He say how many?” Brow furrowed, I check my messages and see nothing to note. Pulling up my tracking app, I check to see where my girl is. I’m not surprised to find she’s turned her phone off.
“Four kids, ranging in size from Jovie to small man sized.”
My lips twitch. Jimmy, the prospect who does gate duty, has a fun way with words. “I know them. I’ll go out.”
“Prospect,” Marx barks, “It’s 9 o’clock at night. Some kids asking for you means they need help. Rhodie, get Jimmy to bring them in.”