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“Right, thanks to two people who don’t fucking listen,” Marx grumbles, giving Chewy and Pops the stink eye to end all stink eyes, “we know Officer Martin purposely led the murder investigation of Jovie’s mom in our direction to take the heat off Hammer and Royal, at Royal’s orders, and there have been two additional auctions we didn’t know about.”
“Yeah. But we didn’t really get a good read on whether he’s had a hand in the actual trafficking business. We also don’t know if he’s the only dirty cop in Rose Grove,” Chewy points out.
“What’s your read on Sergeant Davies?” Rhodie asks his brother.
“He’s as straight as they come, and the only fucker in that department I would trust. We need more evidence that Martin is dirty. Once we get that, I’ll hand it all over to Moss.” Marx says, his brother nodding at his plan.
Hands on hips, Pres stares at my sister and grandfather, squinting at them. They stare straight back.
“I mean it you two. No torture, no murder, and I’m adding no drugging or kidnapping. At least until after we get the pigs off our backs. Fuck sake.” He scrubs his hand down his face.
With that, he storms out, the brothers slowly following behind. The gentle warmth of my Ol Lady leans against my side. “You good Pixie?”
She squints those gorgeous dark eyes before tipping her head side to side, as if weighing up whether she’s good or not.
“Talk to me babe,” I balance the mop in my hand against the wall, before turning to take her hand and leading her to the couch. All of my family, both biological and MC, have gone their separate ways, leaving me and my Pixie in Chewy’s brightly colored room, complete with floor drain and the distinct smell of vomit where Officer Dickwad barfed everywhere.
“I feel, I feel fucking ashamed, Tav.” Her dark head drops as she stares at her hands, fiddling in her lap. I expected pissed, but not ashamed.
“Why would you feel ashamed? What they are doing, your uncle, cousins, Hammer, all of them, that’s on them, not on you.” I reach over and lay my much larger hand over the top of both of hers.
“There are women, girls stolen off the streets, being sold to god knows who. FUCK!” she jumps up from the couch, storming toward my cleaning bucket and kicking it across the room. “Not two fucking weeks ago, Tav, I put a bullet in Valor because I wanted to stop him from selling people. I beat DRMC there and I took my revenge against my father and the Keep. But I was shortsighted. If I had let him live, then you all would have enough to shut down the operation. Because of me, Tav, ME!” She thumps her chest with her fist, eyes blazing, “There are more women and children being sold. What have I done?” With that, she crumples to the ground, sobs wracking her compact frame.
My heart breaks for her, as she blames herself. This isn’t on her and for the first time ever I see another facet of Blanche, my woman. I see the broken girl who has been fighting hard, so hard to right the wrongs of men who should know better.
I scoop her up in my arms and carry her back to the couch, cradling her gently, rocking her as I rest my lips against the short hair at her temple.
“Shhh, it’s OK baby, we’re going to shut them all down. All of them, and we’ll find those girls and return them back to their families. Trust me Pixie, this is what we do. We find the lost and we bring them home.” I continue rocking her, breathing in her spicy scent, the one that clings to my sheets, the one that makes me rock hard. But this isn’t about that, this is about comforting my strong, fierce woman when she needs it.
“Thank you, Tav. For everything.” She snuggles closer, her face in the space between my collar and jaw, her small hand rubbing the stubble on my face.
We sit in quietly, taking comfort from each other, before Pixie breaks the silence. “What the hell does Officer Martin eat? That barf stinks,”
A chuckle bursts free before I’m laughing with wild abandon, my head thrown back, my body shaking with laughter, bouncing my little Pixie.
“Want to help me clean up?” I gaze down at her sparkling eyes and then chuckle more when she screws up her nose.
“Ew, hell no! You’re on your own!” She moves to stand, a thoughtful look on her face, “When you said you’re usually on cleanup duty, is this what you mean?”
Looking around the room, I think about how many times I’ve been out here cleaning up after my sister and grandfather. “This isn’t actually too bad. At least this is just vomit. Usually its body parts,” I shrug.
“Wait a minute, so you’re not bothered at all by what happens out here?”
Frowning, I try to understand what she’s asking me. “Why would I? I mean, it’s definitely unorthodox, and my sister takes more pleasure out of this than she should, but it’s for the greater good.” I stand so close to her that my chest brushes against those perfect tits of hers. “Pixie, I like to think we’re good people that sometimes do bad things for the greater good. Are you going to be OK with that?”
She tips her head back to look at me, her eyes darting between mine as if looking for something. “Tav, I’m on a mission to kill 8 men for the greater good. I’m sure I’ll be just fine with whatever it is you need to do.”
“We’re totally a badass couple. Probably even more badass than Chewy and Rhodie,” I murmur to her.
“I wouldn’t go that far, big guy, but we’re definitely in the running.” She moves to her tiptoes and presses a kiss to the underside of my jaw. “I’m going to go yell at my kids for a bit. I’ll see you after clean up duty.”
I give her an affectionate pat on the ass and move to pick up my favorite bucket she kicked across the room.
“Why are you going to yell at the kids?”
“Not sure yet, but chances are they’ve been up to no good since I’ve been gone,” she winks and sashays out and I can’t help but grin at how lucky I am.
Blanche