Chapter 20

Tav

" B abe, Pixie, wake up, baby. We're home." I gently brush her short bangs away from her forehead, trying to gently wake her.

She's been crashed out since she got in the car. She held it together after getting rid of Royal and her father. She even held it together when a lone sniper came out of the trees behind the Prophet's home. Luckily, she recognized him as her male contact, Justice, otherwise he would have felt the cold steel of a fuck ton of bullets. He set to work cleaning up our mess and assured us he'd keep an eye on the women and children at the Keep until they decided what they wanted to do.

I'm fairly certain that without a Prophet a lot of them will leave, either go home to their families or find a new church. Others were in so deep that I'm unsure they'll ever leave the Keep. Tombs Security has a few contacts within the services we sometimes contract to, people who have worked on deprogramming cult members and the like. I passed their numbers onto Justice. He'll need it if he's serious about helping them move on.

"Pixie, we're home. The kids will be waiting," I kiss her temple, damp from where she's been smooshed up against the headrest.

She mumbles and tries to shove me off. I smile into her temple and press more kisses to her face, moving on to her cheek and neck, snorting when she whines.

"Alright, I'm awake!" she grumbles, blinking owlishly. "Oh, we're home!" She unbuckles her belt and flies out of the car.

Chuckling to myself, I get out and stretch, feeling how good it is to have this chapter behind us. Well, almost. Savage and Dex have a woozy Hammer balanced between them, leading them to Chewy's favorite place in the world.

"Come on prospect, may as well enjoy our heroes' welcome," Rider says, clapping his hand on my shoulder far harder than needed.

Following behind Rider, Tank, Nitro, and Fox into the clubhouse, I come to an abrupt stop when they do. Marx is standing in the doorway, hands on his hips, head hanging, mumbling to himself.

"Two days. I was gone for two fucking days." he shakes his head before straightening, and I'm very sure glaring at his brother. "Rhodie, I left you in charge. What the fuck is this?"

Marx moves further into the room, allowing the rest of us to make our way into the room, where we too come to an abrupt stop.

Everything looks as it always does, well apart from what appears to be dildo coat hooks dotted around the room. But no, that's not what has Marx gaping. That would be the sight of my sister standing in the middle of the room, the two moms-to-be and Lovely gazing up at her as she wears a baby carrier on her front. A baby carrier complete with an alligator in it.

"It's my baby, Marx!" Chewy coos, patting the head of the thing, which is sticking out dangerously fucking close to her face if you ask me.

Dom side eyes me and then rolls his lips between his teeth, trying not to laugh. Chris also has eyes on me, a smirk on his lips. Fucker. Pixie wanders over to look at Chewy's baby, but instead of cooing over the gator, she instead looks as though she's examining it. She pries its mouth open before closing it and running her hand over its snout.

"He's malformed. This is the one you were hand feeding?" Pixie asks her brothers.

"Yeah, his upper jaw is too short. He has polydactyly and his toes are curled up," Dom answers.

"Chris said he'll never be able to feed himself properly, nor will he be able to survive in the wild," Chewy adds, looking unusually sad about this.

"He may not survive in the wild, but he sure as hell will scare the shit outta people in the Rev Room," Pops adds with glee.

Chewy places her hand on the gator's back as he rests in the carrier on her front, her eyes huge as she stares at Marx.

"It's like when a kid asks their dad for a pet," Tank mumbles to someone behind me. Whoever it is snorts in reply.

Rhodie steps up next to his Ol Lady, pulling her into him. He, too, gives Marx the big eyes.

"You've already named it haven't you?" Marx accuses his enforcers.

"Yeah, his name is Chomper," Chewy beams, clearly not seeing the irony in the name given the fact her gator is essentially disabled. Or maybe that's exactly why she named him that.

"Fine. But he's your responsibility! And get rid of the fucking dildos!"

Cheers ring out from everyone in the room before Marx waves his hands, telling us to settle down.

"One round of drinks and then we take care of the piece of shit in the shed. I want this whole thing wrapped up," he barks out then heads for his office.

The Landry brothers head for Lovely and little Bee, my MC brothers all head to the bar, and I make a beeline for my family. I'm ready for a Cove-hug, but I'm stopped by Niko first, who shocks the shit out of me by holding his hand out to me. As soon as I clasp it, he pulls me in for a half hug.

"Thank you for helping my mom and keeping her safe."

I place my hand on the back of his head, pulling him into me tighter. "Thank you for trusting me to keep her safe. I know it was a big deal, since you've been doing it all this time."

He pulls back to look at me, a smile playing on his lips, "It's your turn now, old man,"

"Hey! She's older than me!" I retort, not that he gives a shit as he gives me his back.

Not that I take it to heart because the Littles run up and hug both of my legs while Sage wraps her thin arms around my waist, giving me a quick squeeze.

"Thank you for coming home," she says, before moving back so I can pick up Cove and Elio.

"Tav! Did you know that Ana and Nat both have babies in their tummies?" Cove yells in my face as Elio rests his head on my shoulder.

"What!? I thought they just ate too much ice cream!"

Cove stares at me like I'm crazy and Ana shoots me daggers before flipping me the bird. I settle on the couch with my family surrounding me. We catch up, the big kids keen to hear that Royal will never bother them ever again, the Littles wanting to know if we got them gifts.

Before we know it, Marx is whistling to get our attention. Mama Debs, Lovely and the Ol Ladies minus Chewy and Pixie, bustle the children into Mama Debs' suite for movies and junk food, and we all wait for Marx's orders.

"Chewy, it's time. Is everything set?" Marx asks my sister, her nodding enthusiastically. "Good, let's do this,"

Blanche

I follow the men out into the Rev Room, which once again has snacks on the table laid out for us. Rider, Fox and Nitro all fight for space on the couch, while everyone else seems to lean on the walls or anything else that can prop them up.

Hammer has already been strapped to the bright yellow chair, and the man looks completely mellow thanks to whatever Savage and Dex dosed him up on. He stares wide-eyed at Chewy as she fusses about, then jumps back, struggling against the cable ties on his wrists and ankles.

"That's a fucking real alligator!" he yells, wriggling so much he rocks the chair, falling back onto the grate on the ground. He stops yelling and wriggling to stare at something, before screaming, "Those are teeth in there! Whose teeth are those!"

Rhodie lifts him up, setting him back to rights as Chewy bends over, looking into the grate. "You need to learn how to clean better, Tav," she shakes her head in disappointment.

"Sorry sis, I'll try better with this one." He grins back, moving up behind me, wrapping his thick arms around my waist and pulling me into his front, like he always does.

"No need, this one is gonna be almost mess free," she wags her eyebrows and then pulls out a large black dildo, thumping it down onto a conveniently placed metal table so it wobbles slightly. "Babe, my soundtrack please," she puckers up and Rhodie drops a kiss on her lips then presses something on his phone.

"Is this sex music?" someone grumbles. I'm not too sure who it is as basically the whole MC, Tombs Security and my brothers are all crammed in here.

"Yeah, I need to set the scene. Get Hammer all raring to go,"

I see a lot of side eyes happening. I mean, I was bracing for torture, some blood maybe, a lot of crying and sniveling, not a seduction. Chewy is warming up what looks to be massage oil while Pops is lighting scented candles.

"Can you two hurry it up?" Marx growls.

"Marx, good things take time. We gotta romance him," Pops snorts.

Chewy nods at Rhodie, who cuts the ties restraining Hammer. He slides his knife down Hammer's clothing, cutting them all away until he's standing nude, his small dick on show under his pasty belly. Savage and Dex step up, helping Rodie manhandle him onto the St Andrew's cross, which seems to be a favorite of this bunch. They all secure him and Chewy steps up, gloves on, massage oil in her palm.

She covers his torso with the stuff, moving down to his legs. She has purposely avoided his junk, and I don't blame her. I would too. However, she must have a plan because she reaches her hand back, Pops slapping a rubber scraper into her hand. She squirts oil in it and then paints his dick and balls with it.

"That's an interesting use of that," Switch says loudly, his eyes glued to what's happening to Hammer's balls.

"Turn him, boys!" Chewy demands, and the boys jump to attention.

Well, they try. Now that Hammer is all oiled up, he's also really damn slippery. Meaning Rhodie, Savage and Dex are having a hard time maneuvering him.

"Fuck's sake, get a grip on him!" Pops yells from his position in a chair next to the dildo table.

There's a lot of grunting happening. Hammer is trying to wriggle his way out of their hold, the other three frantically trying to wrestle him onto the cross.

"Ew fuck! His balls touched me!" Dex grunts and then shoves him off of him, right into Savage.

I know I shouldn't laugh, but I can't help the honk that comes out of me, followed by giggles and a snort. I'm not the only one. Rider has just spit out a mouthful of brownie and is clutching his stomach.

"For fuck's sake," Pops says under his breath before he storms over, grips Hammer in the soft spot under his arm, swings his leg out and brings it down onto Hammer's, causing him to stumble face first into the cross. "You're welcome," Pops grumbles.

Rhodie secures him finally, and Chewy gets to work, oiling up the back of Hammer. "Might want to put your coveralls on when you dump him," she says, not looking at anyone in particular, just concentrating on getting Hammer all lubed up.

"Savage and Dex, you guys wanted to be hands on with his one, huh?"

They both nod at Chewy, jaws clenching.

"Awesome. Would you please hold his ass cheeks open for me?" She asks so sweetly, just as a Barry White song starts up.

"Uuuummmm," Savage and Dex look at each other in bewilderment. Actually, everyone is. There isn't even a smart ass comment from Rider.

"Come again?" Dex squeaks out.

"That's what she said," Pops adds, elbowing Marx and grinning. Marx just rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his broad chest.

Chewy pushes her goggles up on to the top of her head, her curls sticking out all over the place. "I need you to spread his ass cheeks. Please." She says this patiently, as if talking to children.

"Um, and if we don't?"

"Then I won't be able to lube his asshole. It's really an integral part of the plan," she stares at them, and then at Hammer's shiny ass.

"Listen boys, that asshole holds the key to getting Officer Fuckwit off our cases. If you want him gone, you'll spread that ass,"

Hammer must hear the growl in Pops' voice because he whimpers a little. Savage and Dex share a look, then a glare around the room.

"This doesn't leave this room. And not one word to my Ol Lady because I'll never fucking live it down, got it?" Savage gives everyone the stink eye.

Everyone nods, Rider even goes so far as to zip his lips, lock them and then throw away the key. Both men step up to either side of Hammer, grip a cheek each, and pry them apart. I turn my head, because the last thing I want to look into is a hairy asshole.

"Pops, my beautiful assistant, can I please have our secret weapon?" Chewy coos at Pops, who bounces up and shuffles to the table.

He busies himself putting gloves on. "What do you think is in there?" I mumble to Tav, turning my head slightly to look at him.

"Babe, it's Pops, it could be any-fucking-thing," he whispers back, his hot breath on the shell of my ear sending a bolt of electricity straight to my panties.

"What the fuck, is that a used condom!?" Tank yells out, as Pops holds exactly that. A used condom pinched between his thumb and forefinger.

"Yes, yes, it is. Jules helped me find the hooker that Officer Fuckface frequents. All I had to do was sweet talk her into throwing the used Jimmy out of the car window into my waiting hands and ‘Operation Fuck Officer Martin' was put into motion," Pops says proudly.

"I did not see that coming. Did you?" Vic asks Chris and Dom who both shake their heads.

"OK. So the plan is I'm going to fuck his ass with this," Chewy waves the black dildo around in her hand, "Then I'm going to place the condom in his ass."

There's a collective intake of breath and even a few hisses.

"That's fucking diabolical," Marx grins as Chewy gently takes off the front pack with Chomper and hands him over to Pops who straps him on way too easily. It's as if he's been practicing or something.

Once Chewy is Chomper free she takes her dildo, moves behind Hammer and does exactly as she said. It's brutal and disgusting and yet there's a feeling of righteousness about the whole thing. This man has done unspeakable things to women and children. He deserves this and everything else Chewy's genius can come up with.

Stepping back from a broken Hammer, Chewy removes her gloves and blows her hair out of her face.

"Savage and Dex, he's all yours. Gag him, whip him, paddle him, do whatever you want, as long as you finish by choking him. This needs to look like rough sex gone bad, got it?"

The men share an evil grin. "Yeah, we got it," Dex says, rubbing his hands together.

"What do you say we get outta here, Pixie?" Tav whispers, then sucks on my neck softly.

"I thought you'd never ask,"

Tav

I give Gus the eye, who then rolls his, gives me a nod and then tips his head at the door.

"Was that some type of weird Tombs language?" Pixie teases as we hold hands, swinging them as we head into the clubhouse.

"Yup, very special. We mainly do it because Chewy can never figure out the code. Makes it easier to surprise her."

"Why would you want to?" she asks, tipping her head up.

"Chewy believed in Santa for a really long time. In her mind, parents don't lie, so Santa must be real. When they died, it landed on me and the boys to become Santa. The problem being you cannot hide ANYTHING with Chewy around. She'll find whatever it is you've hidden. We had to come up with a secret language and work as a team to make sure we could keep everything a secret. It was fucking exhausting." I chuckle, thinking back to having to distract Chewy and then head nod at my brothers to move shit to a different hidey hole because she was on to us.

"You are such a good man, Tav. You love your family so much, and I am so glad that me and the kids are a part of it."

We stand in the common room, surrounded by rubber dicks, and I cannot think of any place I'd rather be. I cup her face and then gently press my lips to hers.

"Oh finally, you're back! We've been waiting. Can we have a sleepover in your room?" Cove asks, jumping up and down on her toes.

I snort when I see the look on my woman's face, then hide my smile in her neck as I cuddle her to me. She's having none of that, pinching me in the soft spot under my arm.

"Ow! You learned that from Pops!" I accuse her.

"Damn right," she grins. "So, what do you say Ol Man?"

Looking at Cove's bright face shining up at me, and Elio's little smile, I can't help it. "Yes. But first showers and then PJ's." They run off screaming, well at least one of them does.

"You're a good man, Tav, and I love you,"

Later on, in the early hours, I try really hard to remember those words as Elio's knobbly foot rearranges my balls inside my sack. Lifting my head, I see the reason. Cove is sleeping across the bed, her head on Pixie's shoulder, her feet in Elio's back. The poor kid is arched around her foot, his toes in my junk.

Realizing that I'll probably end up neutered if this carries on I roll out of bed and rearrange the kids. Checking the time and realizing that it's essentially the early morning I decide to get up and get my day started, knowing full well I won't get back to sleep.

Throwing on some clothes and my cut over the top I head into the kitchen to get a head start on the coffee machine. Instead, seeing Vic already leaning against the counter, cup in hand, his phone in the other.

"Hey man, you're up early," I say, grabbing the pot and pouring myself a cup.

"Yeah, we're wanting to get on the road early. Justice called. He has a number of women and children to be homed, so we've been talking to our contacts. Loyal is going to help us." He smiles at the thought.

After we left the Keep, he and Dom met up with Loyal and gave her the keys and directions to their place, promising that he'd be away overnight and then head back.

"She's a tough woman to survive in there."

"Yeah, she is. But she's a real sweetheart too. I'm looking forward to working with her."

I grin at him before addressing the elephant in the room. Or gator. "Soooo, are you going to take your gator with you?"

"Like hell Octavius Tombs! He'll have to shoot me and then claw Chomper from my cold, dead hands," Chewy growls from somewhere in the dark.

Vic just grins at me.

"How long have you been standing there?" I sigh out.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" she sasses.

"Yeah I would actually," I reply. No answer. "Chewy?"

"She's an odd little woman, and I can say that because Blanche is my sister."

"Yup. And she's perfect."