Page 52 of Tav
“T-thank you very much for having us. Bee and I are very grateful for your kindness.” Her head drops as she looks down at the bundle in her arms, and she smiles down at her baby. “We’re gonna be safe little Bee,” she whispers before kissing her baby on the head.
Dom wraps his arm around Lovely, and she leans into him, looking around the room.
“Thanks so much for helping us out, man,” Vic says. “It was touch and go for a minute there,”
Marx stares at Lovely a beat longer before shaking himself. “Blanche is family. By extension, so are you. Besides, we all have a common enemy,” Vic nods in agreement. “Mama Debs has food for you and rooms made up. While you eat, we’ll hash out a plan.”
The Landrys move toward the table and Pixie starts madly waving me over. “You summoned me my love,” I murmur before kissing her on the neck.
“Yes. Boys, this is Tav. My Ol Man,” she beams up at me and my heart stutters over her claiming me as I claimed her.
Vic stands to his full height, straightening out his shoulders, so he’s looking wide as fuck. Chris stands shoulder to shoulder with him, his arms crossed over his broad chest. Dom flanks Vic’s other side, a scowl on his face. I should be intimidated, but I’m not. I mean, I may not be as big, but I also grew up with brothers, so I know all about fighting dirty. I’m not worried about these guys because I have Gus standing on my left and Jules on my right, both staring down the Landrys along with me.
“Are we doing one of those dick measuring contests?” Chewy says, standing right in front of me, head tipped back, staring at Vic.
Vic’s eyes flick down and widen, surprised at Chewy. “And who are you, sweetheart?” he asks.
“Your worst nightmare,” Chewy answers in her monotone voice. If that didn’t shock him enough, then the large black silicone dick she’s waving around in the air like a blunt instrument does.
“Wait, is that a dildo?” Chris asks, uncrossing his arms and looking at Chewy like she’s nuts.
“Yup and there’s plenty more where that came from,” she says, punctuating that by poking Chris in the chest with it.
“Sorry, she’s mine. Lemme just take her over here with me,” Rhodie grunts, picking up my sister and carrying her and her dildo across the room.
Vic, Chris and Dom all share a look before they burst out laughing, “Yeah OK, Blanche fits in perfectly here. Take care of her, yeah?” Dom says, slapping me on the back and shaking his head. He looks over at Chewy and then bursts out laughing again.
“I don’t understand anything that just happened,” Lovely says, watching with wide eyes.
“Don’t worry, we don’t either,” Tank answers drily.
She smiles up at him and makes her way to the table, taking a seat between her brothers. Pixie loops her arm in mine and rests her head on my shoulder. “That went better than I thought.”
“Really? Because I have to admit, I didn’t know where Chewy was going with that dildo.”
Pixie snorts and then leads me to an empty seat, pushing me down to sit and then placing herself in my lap. The Landrys are all at the table, Mama Debs having placed their plates in front of them. The looks on the Landrys’ faces are downright comical, and I get it, the plates are piled high.
“There’s plenty more where that came from, and I have dessert too,” Mama Debs says, patting Lovely on the shoulder and getting a beaming smile back.
“Listen up! We’ve got shit to go over tonight,” Marx barks out. “First off, as you can see Roman has joined us, and as usual, he comes bearing shitty news.” Marx tips his head toward Roman and I’m pretty sure we all brace ourselves. It’s never good news if Roman is here.
“I wouldn’t say shitty news. Just not favorable.” Marx grunts at him while Roman smiles broadly, “As you all know it is my stolen merchandise that is being trafficked with these women. Lexi has had reports of my product being cut with a cheaper product and circulated in parts of Moscow. I do not ship there, which means the buyers for the girls and drugs are as far afield as Europe.” He looks around at the dark faces before continuing, “My people got a hit on them. Hammer and his friends are using the Cordoza Cartel to move people and drugs.”
“Fuck!” Sniper spits out, running both hands through his hair. That’s interesting, the man is usually very calm.
“It’s OK brother,” Marx says, dropping a hand on Sniper’s shoulder. Sniper quietens down, but you can see the tension in his body.
“If it makes you feel better, I am in talks with Diego Cordoza,” Roman offers.
“Somehow that makes me feel worse,” Marx replies, Roman snorting at his remark.
“I do not agree with the sale of women, and there isn’t enough room in the market for both my product and theirs, so one of us has to find alternative employment. I can guarantee it will not be me.” Roman nods with a cold look on his face.
“It’s creepy how he goes from normal to stabby like that,” Pixie whispers in my ear. Her warm breath has me picturing what it’ll feel like on my cock.
Grumbling can be heard in the common room, no one happy with the new information the Bratva is bringing.
“It’s a genius plan really,” Chewy says, stroking her imaginary beard.