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“Enough! You need to get rid of them. I do not want, or need, 100 human-sized dicks all over my compound Chewy! Sort it out!” Marx says before taking a breath, closing his eyes and shaking his head. He opens his mouth, closes it, and then heads into his office.
“You know, I will never get used to how this place works,” Dex says, before taking a swig of his beer.
“Me neither. Everyone looks so badass, and then the scary little lady orders 100 dildos,” Flack, Remy’s father, adds.
The Chewy Show always draws a crowd, especially with the brothers all returning home from work. The best part is no one teases her about it. They just accept that weird shit happens when Chewy is involved.
“Why the fuck is everyone crowded around my girl?” Rhodie barks as he pushes Fox and Nitro out of the way, trying to get to his Ol Lady.
“Rhodie!” she squeals before jumping up and kissing him like he’s been away at war, essentially grossing everyone out. Shepulls her lips off him, making a gross wet sound that makes me want to barf.
“My package arrived today, but it was incorrect. I have 100 dicks in the Rev Room. Want to help me with them?”
Rhodie pulls back, looking slightly concerned, “Will any of them go near my ass?”
“Fuck’s sake, why are they like this?” I hear grumbled from somewhere in the crowd. I think it was Sniper.
“No! Of course not. I’ll be sending most of them back. But I might keep a couple in the Rev Room for when we have guests,” she says, wiggling her brows up and down.
“No guests, Chewy!” Marx’s voice yells from his office. “This is a no torture, no murder zone til we get that Officer Martin fucker off our asses!”
“I really don’t feel like rubber dongs are torture,” Chewy grumbles under her breath.
“Depends how you use them. Some of them are quite heavy. I bet you could bludgeon someone with one of those things.” Nat offers, everyone slowly turning to look at her. “What?” she asks, all innocent like.
“I like the way you think! Baby, put me down. One of you preggos go get Remy and meet me out in the Rev Room. We have girl shit to do.” Chewy clicks her fingers and Rhodie lets her slide down his body while Ana and Nat roll their eyes and then waddle their way down the hall to get the other girl gang member.
“I remember when we didn’t have any women in the clubhouse. Things were a lot simpler back then,” Rider remarks sadly, shaking his head.
“What the hell are you on about? Before them, we had the club girls,” Fox points out.
“They don’t count. They did whatever we wanted them to do. These ones don’t at all. If you ask them to do something, theygo all wild on you and threaten your balls,” Rider says with a shudder.
The brothers all grumble in agreement, dispersing to whatever it was they were doing before Chewy announced her shipment of dicks. I see Pops edging his way to the cornhole board before Tank and Judge silently shake their heads at him. His shoulders slump a little before his head snaps up, and so do both middle fingers.
Laughing to myself, I go back to checking to make sure all the brothers’ drinks are topped up, Savage indicating the need for a refill.
“I saw what your woman did to her cousin, you know,” he says, taking a long draw of his beer.
“Yeah? What of it?” I answer in a measured voice. I know I’m meant to respect him, given I’m a prospect and all, but I won’t have him talk bad about Blanche.
He studies my face a moment before smirking. “She’ll fit in well with the rest of the girl gang. If you can convince her to be your girl, of course.” The smug bastard winks at me before wandering off to join Sniper and Flack at the pool table.
After bar duty finishes, I step out into the parking lot stretching my arms overhead. Monday bar duty always finishes early, the brothers liking to turn in early for work the next day. We may be bikers, but we all have jobs and businesses that need to be run.
I’m too wired to turn in just yet. Tomorrow I need to see Blanche and break it to her that I claimed her. It’s going to take all the negotiation skills I have to leave her place with my balls intact, so I’m going to need to come up with a plan. Which means I need some time to empty my mind.
Striding over to my bike, one I bought in the early days of Tombs Security, I straddle her and sink into the leather. She’s a classic Harley softail, and I only got her because I had seensome guys riding in a group through downtown Rose Grove and thought they looked so fucking cool. As a witness on the sidewalk watching them all travel as one, it was awe-inspiring. Since I’ve been prospecting I’ve been on short runs with a brother or two, mainly doing business stuff, dropping off payroll, that sort of thing, but I know that Flack is organizing a Poker Run to raise funds for the local library so the whole club will ride as one, and I can’t wait.
Starting my girl, I let the vibrations roll through my body before shaking out my arms, gripping my handles and rolling toward the main gates. Jimmy is on gate duty and I tip my chin at him as I get closer. The sound of the bike rumbling gets exponentially louder, and as I look to my left, Tank gives me a single nod before he roars out of the gates, me hot on his heels. All the worries of how I’m going to break it to Blanche that I claimed her melt away as the road stretches out before me.
Blanche
Dropping into a seat at the reasonably tidy dining table, I flip open the top of my laptop and wait for it to wake up. My quick trip to Louisiana put me a little behind, but seeing the boys and rescuing Lovely and Baby Blanche made it all worth it. Now to get back to my actual job, catching cheaters.
I have six active cases at the moment, all of them medium ugly men with varying degrees of hair loss and bellies. It will never cease to amaze me how married middle-aged men willjump into the first young, gold digging vagina that shows them any attention while their much hotter wives are working, looking after the home and the kids. Case in point, Wayne Cross; the supermarket manager who is unimaginatively having an affair with Louise, the much younger check out operator. Why? I have no idea, but I know it’s not for his looks. I shudder to myself as I watch him on the home camera his wife Lacey asked me to set up.
Most cheaters book a seedy motel room. Not Wayne. He’s cheap, so he brings her to the house he shares with his wife and bangs her in the walk-in closet. I watch as they make their way to the bedroom, and I swear I see the bored look on Louise’s face as he mauls her neck.