Chapter Nineteen

Remy

" O h, we gotta roll, ladies." Chewy announces as she whips back the dressing room curtain, wearing a red lingerie number that makes her ass in the mirror look phenomenal.

"Huh? Why?"

"Jovie's dad just turned up at the compound. We got both those assholes and we're needed back for a little show and tell." Chewy smiles, all crazy like, waggling her eyebrows.

We rush to grab our purchases and haphazardly put on any clothes we weren't wearing when Chewy ripped open our curtains. I should feel flustered, instead I'm on fire. I cannot wait to stand in front of those two men and watch them beg for mercy the way Jovie did when her dad hit her and threw her into that little room. I think I may also want to have a little go at making them beg myself.

We load up and speed back to the compound, walking in to find everyone waiting for us.

"Baby, you need to go comfort Jovie a little. She saw her dad turn up and I think he may have been ugly to her before Pops put a stop to it. She needs you now, then after that you can come and help in the shed, OK?" Wire stoops a little to hold my gaze. When I nod, he kisses me on the forehead and then taps my butt. "Go on then, babe. We'll wait for you."

"We'll go get dinner started. You do what you need to, Rem," Sunny says as she, Ana, and Nat all head toward the kitchen.

Quickly moving down the hall, I stop at the room next to Wire's, which the MC designated as Jovie's new room. Knocking gently on the door, I push it open. All the rooms in the MC are painted the same beige grey color, this room is no different, however it's also had a major injection of little girl. There's a pink glittery canopy over the twin bed, girly artwork on the walls and stuffed toys on almost every surface. I know for a fact that we didn't buy all of this on our trip this morning, which means somehow the MC brothers have had stuff delivered. Looking around to find Jovie, my gaze freezes on Mama Debs sitting on a fluffy pink rug on the floor next to a Rug Rats pop-up tent.

My hands fly to my mouth and I remember my days spent in my little hideaway. Mama Debs reaches her hand out to mine, drawing me closer to her. Kneeling next to her, she smooths my bangs out of my eyes.

"She's in there, all tucked up, but she's been waiting for you. You check on her and I'll be up there, on the comfy bed. I'll sit with her while you unleash hell on those people in the shed."

Mama Debs heaves herself up muttering about being too old to be on the floor, as I gently call out, "Knock, knock."

"Come in," a little voice answers.

I push the little flap open and crawl in next to Jovie, pulling her onto my lap.

"Hey brave girl, whatcha doing?"

"I'm hiding in here. It's my fortress. Takoda got it for me from his momma's house. She keeped it for him since he was little," she says as she rests her head on my shoulder.

"When I was little, I had one like this too. It was my fortress as well and no baddies could get me in here."

She beams up at me, bright eyed and full of life. "Are you going to make the bad men go away?"

"I am."

"Good. You can go now. I want them away. I'll be safe here in my fortress." Her face brightens. "And Mama Debs is my guard. She will keep all the baddies away."

"Damn straight, baby," Mama Debs' voice calls from her comfy spot on the bed.

"OK sweets, I'll be back. After that, do you want to have a Remy Wire Jovie night and we can all watch a movie together?"

"Yes!" she yells and throws her arms around my neck, hugging tight before pulling back. "OK, you can go now."

I try to cover my smile as I crawl out of the little tent. Standing, I look back at it and think of all the times I hid in mine, my hand coming to my chest as my heart aches for the little girl I was, knowing that the little girl behind me will have a much different life. One where she will rule the roost, making all these strong men bend to her will.

"Thanks Mama Debs, I'll be back in no time." Leaning down, I drop a kiss to her cheek.

"Take your time. I think I might need to make some movie snacks. If only I had someone to help me…."

A squeal sounds out behind us and we smirk at each other before I turn and make my way through the clubhouse to the shed. With every step I feel more and more wild. The rage builds until I feel like I can barely contain it. But I will. I want to see these men suffer, and they can't do that if I go wild in there and end them too soon.

Standing before the door, I'm unsure whether to knock. The Remy that thought she could just kick the door in has reverted to the old Remy. I raise my hand and before I can bring it to the scarred wood, the door swings open and Wire stands there, so wide he almost blocks out the rest of the room.

"Coming, Retta?" He holds his hand out to me and I take it.

"Thanks, Mags." We share a secret smile as he leads me further into the room.

Chewy and Rhodie have been busy. Snake is strapped to a St Andrew's cross, which shocks me somewhat because I only know of those from the smutty books I've read.

"Is that a St Andrew's cross?" I whisper to Wire.

Before he can answer, Tav speaks up. "Yes. Yes, it is. Somehow, this place got both sexier and grosser." He has a disgusted look on his face as he watches Rhodie straighten his sister's safety goggles before grabbing her ass.

Jovie's dad is dangling from a chain, and Pops has just wheeled in an assortment of things on a stainless steel table like a nurse's aid.

"What are we gonna do with this one? We can't remove his teeth. The meth already got them." Pops says as he wrestles one of those mouth stretcher things the dentists use into his mouth.

"I'm not sure yet. Strip him naked. I need to see his dick. I have plans." Chewy says before giggling like a coy woman, rather than a maniac.

Jules shrugs as he and Tav step forward and cut Jovie's dad's clothes off.

"What is your name, by the way? We can't just keep calling you ‘Jovie's cocksucker dad'" Chewy says, doing something with a container of goop to his privates.

Because Pops has shoved that thing in his mouth, whatever he says comes out all garbled.

"Ngarain,"

"Huh?"

"Ngarin,"

"Garin?"

"Ngarrin,"

"Nope, still not getting it."

"NGAR-"

"Fuck's sake, his name is GAVIN." Marx growls out, obviously at the end of his rope.

"Oh, well, you should have just said that then," Chewy says as she rolls her eyes and huffs before eyeing him up, handing over the container of goop to Pops. "Are we doing the usual set up? Bratva, Death Riders, then DRMC all take turns with the torture?" Chewy looks around as all the major players in the room look at each other.

"I'm happy to sit this one out. I only need the information. If Sasha wants to play, he can," Roman says as he unbuttons his suit jacket, flicks the flaps back and takes a seat on the leather couch.

Savage looks at Dex, then Flack and then me.

"I'm leaving Gavin up to the Wrights. I have a feeling both Flack and Remy will have something to say to that fucker."

My dad nods. "Lemme fuck him up a bit, just to get the edge off. I'm sure you have a much more painful way of dealing with things, Chewy."

Chewy nods at him as he steps forward, adjusts his favorite knuckle dusters and makes a few choice hits. Once he's done, he turns to me but I shake my head.

"No. I'll wait until he's begging like Jovie did when he threw her in that room." I stare at Gavin as I say this, letting him see how little I care about him.

"We'd like to have a go at Snake when the time comes," Savage adds, nodding toward Chewy, who smiles brightly back.

"Well, I'm guessing Gavin's the weak link, so I say we freeze some fingers and toes off while we question him. If he doesn't answer with that incentive, then I have a little bit of a new idea I want to try out." Chewy says and everyone groans. The last time she had a good idea, the compound ended up raining body parts.

She and Rhodie whisper amongst themselves a moment, while Pops and Tav whisper to each other while mixing something at the table. Rhodie hits a couple of things on his phone, starting the neon lights and Chewy's soundtrack of choice for the night.

"Now I've had the time of my life,"

A dozen or so heads swivel in horror at Chewy as she cackles.

"It's perfect because nobody puts Jovie in the corner!"

We all groan collectively, however that's drowned out by Gavin's screams as Chewy methodically starts freezing his toes off.

Wire

It's times like this that I'm fucking glad Chewy is on our side. So far, Gavin is minus all of his fingers and toes, and Chewy is fizzing to try her new idea out.

"So, I actually have two great ideas. I'm going to put the first one into action, mainly because I feel like Snake has been missing out," she pouts at the very thought.

Looking toward Snake, I've noticed he's gotten more and more panicked looking the longer Chewy has been interrogating that piece of shit Gavin.

"Earlier, before we snapped off his phalanges, you may have noticed I spent a little time with his junk. That's because I made a mold of Gavin's penis." She says ‘penis' all prim and proper. "And we all know that I have experience taking peen molds. Whilst I was busy, my beautiful assistants here -" she waves in Tav and Pops direction as Marx rolls his eyes and runs a hand down his face, "They were fashioning me this!" She produces a lackluster looking dildo, made from the mold of Gavin's junk.

"What the fuck are you going do to with that?" Tank asks, scandalized.

"Jules," Chewy clicks her fingers as her brother rolls his eyes before wheeling a rolling stool with some weird-looking contraption on the top. Almost like one of those machine massage gun things, but not quite.

Roman and Sasha sit forward with interest as it rolls past. Gus looks his cool, calm, collected self, although I notice his jaw clenching slightly.

"What. In. The. Fuck. Is that thing?" Switch booms out. I'm sure as a doctor, some things he sees Chewy do must turn his stomach.

"This, lady and gentlemen, is a thrusting dildo sex machine! Or a fuck gun. Whatever." She shrugs. Rhodie drops a kiss on her head, looking proudly at her.

"Tell them what your plan is, baby."

"I'm going to mount that guy's cock on here, and while I finish Gavin off, pun intended, Snake over here will have his ass breached. According to his file, he enjoys having non-consensual sex, so, let's see how he likes it huh." Chewy's eyes gleam as Snake starts struggling. "Flip him over, boys. I need access to that ass."

Glancing around, I notice the Death Riders all watch in horror as Rhodie and Jules manhandle Snake, turning him around, then re-cuffing his wrists and ankles to the St Andrews Cross. Chewy gets all her things into position, looks at the lube in her hand before shrugging and tossing it aside.

"I'm going to start her off nice and slow, OK? I need you with me for when it's your turn to talk." She says sweetly, before patting Snake's ass and turning the machine on to the setting she described as "gentle."

Snake's ass and jaw both clench and he makes a grunting noise. His arms and legs are shaking and sweat drips down his back, but the tough fucker refuses to make a noise.

"Who would have thought he was that fucking loyal, huh?" Flack says with a chuckle. "Take it all, boy, you deserve it."

Chewy gets all our attention by clapping her hands together. "Remy, I have one last trick. If you had to choose who was going to feel your rage more, Gavin or Snake, who would you pick?"

Remy looks between the two men. On one hand, Snake used to torment her as a girl. He'd corner her and leer at her. But Gavin is the fucker that not only kidnapped her, he sold Jovie's mom, got her killed and then sold his daughter. I know which fucker I'd choose.

"Gavin. I want Gavin."

"Excellent choice! Here are the options." Chewy claps excitedly and then leads Remy over to her table of tricks.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to watching this shit," Dex grumbles.

"You better, you boys are DRMC now," Rider says before cracking up.

Remy turns, her eyes scanning the group before landing on me. Tipping my head forward, I stare at her a moment, wanting to know where her head is at. A slow grin covers her face and I know she's good.

She steps up to Gavin, and instead of raging at him, she leans toward him. Her lips are moving and yet none of us can hear what she's saying. She leans back, smiles and then circles to stand behind him. She squats a little, eye level with his ass, then she does something that makes him squirm and cry out.

"What in the fuck is she doing to him?" Fox asks, frowning at the man as he struggles to move away from her.

"Expanding foam. In his ass. That stuff is gonna expand until his colon blows up." Pops answers, grinning wide. There is something seriously wrong with his particular gene pool.

We all take two steps back and I don't know about anyone else, but I'm unable to tear my eyes away. Gavin's stomach is starting to swell from the inside out. I'm not sure if he will actually explode, but the noises he's making are fucking awful. Shuffling sideways, I angle myself behind Tank. He's fucking huge, so he'll protect me from a lot of the fallout.

I may be hiding, but my girl isn't. She's standing in front of Gavin, watching him squirm in agony. Once he begs for mercy, she smiles. She keeps smiling as she holds the can up to his wailing mouth and presses the button. The foam expands until it fills his mouth, his throat bulging with the stuff. She watches as he struggles to breathe, as he turns blue and as his body shuts down, slumping in front of her.

"Good fucking riddance," her husky voice says loud and clear as she tosses the can on the ground and makes a beeline toward me.

"Snakey, looks like it's your turn!" Chewy coos out.

Remy walks right into my arms. I hold her to me, rubbing my hand through her silky, soft hair.

"Take me to our baby, Wire. I want us to get into our PJs and settle in for a movie with our girl."

"Whatever you want, baby." She pulls back and gives me one of her beautiful smiles, letting me lead her out the door while Snake screams behind us.