Chapter Eight

S t_Margarita: Do you ever think about having a family? Beretta_Penn: Kinda need a husband for that stuff. St_Margarita: So do you want one? Beretta_Penn: Yeah. I always wanted to have a husband who loved me, maybe some kids. Why? Sleeping with nameless, faceless women getting to you? St_Margarita: Maybe. That and I can't really see myself building a life with those women. Beretta_Penn: Wow, I bet they love that. St_Margarita: I want someone I can have more with than just hot sex. Someone I can talk to. Beretta_Penn: Have you, I don't know, tried talking to these women? St_Margarita: Yes, smart ass. Anyway, I've been thinking… Beretta_Penn: Hope you didn't hurt yourself. St_Margarita: Har. Har. If we're both single at 29 I say we get married. Beretta_Penn: You do know that we don't know anything about each other right? St_Margarita: We know everything about each other. And I'm sure I can look past you being gross because I like your personality. Beretta_Penn: The charm you exude is almost suffocating. St_Margarita: So? What do you say? Marry me at 29? Beretta_Penn: Will saying yes make you stop talking nonsense? St_Margarita: Never. Beretta_Penn: Yes.

Wire

Marx slams his gavel on the table, and before he can even get Church started Rider butts in.

"Nice bracelet you have on there, Pres." He sends a shit-eating smirk in Marx's direction and we all sit silently waiting to see what he's going to do. Especially with his VP and blood brother staring at him.

"It's from Chewy. Jealous you didn't get one?" Marx smirks back, bushy brows raised waiting for the penny to drop. He watches as Rider looks around the table to see every brother, other than him and Rhodie, all have their friendship bracelets on display. Once it dawns on Rider, he splutters, and Marx's grin grows wider.

"What the fuck!? How did you all get them and I didn't? Rhodie, why the fuck don't you have one?" Rider demands, spinning to eyeball Rhodie, who shrugs.

"I'm her boyfriend. I don't need a best friend bracelet. I get blow jobs."

Rider frowns at him before jabbing his finger at me. "What about you? How the hell did you get one before me? We all know I'm Chewy's bestie!"

"Well, Marx is her ultimate best friend. This is my ‘Best Tech Friend and Almost Brother bracelet'."

Tank raises his hand. "I'm her Best Big Friend."

Followed by Sniper "Best Shooter Friend."

Soon, it goes around the room "Best Dr. Friend." "Best Road Captain Friend," "Best Group Sex friend. Although that's tied with Fox." Nitro says, before Fox holds up his wrist to show that their colors match.

"What the fuck," Rider whispers out as everyone shows him theirs. It turns out that in Chewy's world, you only have one best friend. If you like anyone else they have to be in their own category. Remy is her Best Vagina Friend which means she got a bright pink bracelet. Ana doesn't count because she's in the Best Sister in Law category.

"Rider, stop sulking." Marx shoots at him with yet another smirk on his face. "Brothers, we have a few things to cover today. First off, I'm sure you have all heard that Hammer's contact in the Bratva was Ivan. Roman dealt with him after squeezing him for information." Marx frowns and blows out a breath. "Hammer is smuggling drugs inside girls, then selling them both."

A series of curses go around the table.

"I have Wire, Remy and Chewy on it trying to find anything regarding these girls. How he's transporting them, where he's getting them, where they are now so we can rescue them." Marx looks around the table.

"I've had my ear to the ground and Jules has asked his people. No one has heard anything on our streets. I'm thinking of heading to the next towns over. See if they've heard anything. After the ass kicking we gave them, Hammer would have to be a special kind of stupid to be taking girls off our streets." Judge says.

"I agree. My team has found nothing that says he's doing anything other than laying fucking low and regrouping." I look around at my brothers, who are all in agreement.

"Take Sniper, Tank and Fox with you. Ferret out any information you can. We can't do anything to shut Hammer down until we know more. Fuck." Marx runs a hand down his face and nods once at Judge before leaning forward, resting his thick forearms on the table.

"Second point of business. Tav has spoken to me about prospecting. Has anyone got any reservations taking him on?" He looks around the table and none of the brothers look worried.

"I have no concerns. I've seen what that family can do. Tav is easygoing, and the most normal in that whole ass family. I'm good with it." Rider says, waiting to see if anyone has anything else to say.

When no one has anything to add Marx takes it as time to call a vote. "All in favor?"

Ayes go around the table, and Marx nods his head. "Good. He'll need a sponsor. Rhodie is his brother-in-law, so he's out."

"I'll sponsor him." Tank taps the table. Marx looks thoughtful for a split second before he agrees. It'll be a good match. Tav is open, thoughtful and eager to please. Tank is solid, dependable and one of the most patient people I've ever met. They'll get on well.

"Next point of business. Keep a lookout for fuckers hanging around the businesses. Tank and Sniper have caught one sneaking around the tow yard. Action plan is to grab the prick and find out what he wants. Stay alert and feed back anything that doesn't look right." He swings his gaze around the table to make sure we are all on board. "Right. We're done here."

Marx slams down the gavel, effectively dismissing us. We file out of church, pick up our phones, and head for the bar. Well, my brothers do. I head straight back to the control center. I have shit to do. It's been days with no trace of Hammer, the drugs he stole, or the girls he's trafficking. I need to find something, anything, before I go fucking insane.

Heading down the hall, I can hear Chewy chatting away. Is that Remy? The husky tone that goes straight to my balls is the same, but this voice is stronger, less of a whisper.

"- and then he felt my boob. It took him ages to find my nipples and then he twiddled them like he was tuning one of those old radios!" Chewy's laugh drifts down the hall. "He couldn't even get it up because he was too drunk, so he tried to put his soft member inside me and it didn't work. That's why I'm still a virg-"

"Whoa whoa whoa, what the hell?" I ask Remy, who goes bright red and giggles. My gaze swings toward Chewy briefly before I do a double take. "Why is your hair wet?"

Remy is boneless in her chair, her arms drooping over the armrests. Chewy is sitting beside her with wet hair. Both have a still shot of Fox and Nitro's garage on the big screen.

Chewy eyes me for a moment before shrugging. "I accidentally blew up some folks and I'm fairly certain Remy is high from Mama Debs' special brownie. Oh, and also, that skinny gross dude that works at Devil Riders Garage has been palming the cash payments."

My head spins to the screen she's pointing at, Remy lumbers forward, slaps her hand on the keyboard to hit play and I watch as this fucker blatantly takes the cash the customer hands over to him and puts it straight in his pocket.

"Fuck, I'll let Marx know and get someone to bring him in."

"CHEWY WHY THE FUCK IS THERE AN ARM ON MY ROOF?" Marx bellows down the hall. And Remy breaks into another fit of giggles.

Remy

Chewy is most definitely certifiably nuts and a genius in equal measure. After we caught that guy stealing cash, Marx sent two of the brothers to go pick him up while the rest of us stayed here listening to Chewy explain to Marx why there was an arm on the roof. And various other body parts lying around. There was science and history rolled into her explanation and in the end Marx massaged his temples and told her to clean it up and figure out a better way to get rid of bodies. One that doesn't entail them exploding.

On the upside, watching Chewy in the hot seat sobered me up fast. Now I'm standing in a rather cheery room in the back shed waiting for Chewy to question the skinny gross dude from the garage.

I have heard stories of what Chewy can do, but I've not seen it with my own eyes. Savage, Dex and Dad told me a little of what they've seen and they sounded very impressed. Maybe even a little scared. Which makes me laugh because they're all really huge tough bikers and Chewy is, well, she's Chewy.

Wire tried to convince me to stay behind, but I very strongly pointed out that I may be quiet, but I'm not sheltered. I may have also poked him in the chest. His very hard chest. He wasn't happy, but he conceded as long as I stood where he could keep an eye on me. So I'm on the other side of the room, in prime viewing location for whatever Chewy has planned.

"Chewy, for the love of all that's fucking holy, can you get on with this without us having to listen to Now That's What I Call Music?" Marx runs a hand down his face, before kicking the leg of the man tied to a chair in the middle of the room over what looks to be a drain. "Stop fucking whining."

The man snivels a little more, but at least he's doing it quietly.

"Bestie, I can definitely do that for you. Babe? Mind putting on Ultimate 2000s for me, please?" Chewy smiles sweetly at her man, tipping her head back and puckering her lips for a kiss. Rhodie obliges, pats her ass, and the frantic beats of Ricky Martin fill the space.

"Fuck me" is groaned out and I'm not sure which brother it was. I've been here for over two months now and I've gotten to know all the brothers, just not by their groans. Oh wait, that sounds wrong. Not like that. I cringe internally. I can feel my cheeks heating and hope no one else notices. Tipping my head forward, I let my hair cover my face. Thank the stars my sister Sunny talked me into getting a bob cut with a fringe. Even if Hammer didn't like it. That sends me back to my earlier thoughts, and it makes me wince. Wire frowns at me, his head tipping to the side. I shake my head at him and send him a tight smile. And a thumbs up for good measure.

Looking around the room, I catalog the men. None of them are looking at me, of course. They have more interesting things to look at, like Chewy putting on some type of Hazmat suit with Rhodie's help. The members are dotted around the room, leaning on walls or the stainless steel workbench, watching Chewy attach something to a long chain hanging from the ceiling.

"What have you got in mind, Chewy?" Switch booms out. The big red head is almost the polar opposite to me. His voice is like a foghorn compared to my much quieter tone.

"Chinese drip torture. Although we don't have days to wait, so I'm going to speed it up a little. I just need to wait for my beautiful assistant." Chewy gives a slightly unhinged grin. I look toward Rhodie, but he's joined Judge, Tank, and Nitro on the couch in the corner.

I'm not sure who Chewy's beautiful assistant is, but I take the time to observe my surroundings while we wait. I'm not sure if it's my natural setting or whether living with the Death Riders has made me this way, but I've always preferred observing to joining in. You can tell a lot about a person by watching them when they think no one is looking. Taking a peek around the room, my eyes land on Wire. He's one of the brothers leaning on the workbench. He has his ever present laptop open and I can't quite tell what he's watching from all the way over here, but I know it'll be one of the many cameras he has around the clubhouse and the MC owned businesses in town. Sometimes I've noticed him watching a beautiful older black woman, but I've not asked him who she is. That is none of my business.

The door is kicked open, slamming against the wall before bouncing off, making us all jump.

"Don't worry everyone, I have arrived!" A gruff voice sing songs. This is met with a mix of eye rolls, chuckles, and Marx cursing under his breath.

"Sorry we're late. We had to wait for Pops to finish in the pantry." Tav says in a tight voice.

"What the hell was he doing in the pantry?" Rhodie asks, frowning.

"Debs." Tav looks slightly green at this confession, which is really something given the Tombs family all have really good tans. Jules just looks pissed, which I've come to know is his usual setting.

"Shit Stain! I need you to wrap this belt over the cocksuckers forehead, yank his head back and fasten it to the crossbar of the chair. Got it? Or you want me to draw you a picture?"

Rhodie shakes his head at Pops, but does exactly as he is told. In no time at all, the thief's head is tipped back, looking up at the ceiling. He's stopped sniveling, mainly because it's very hard to cry with your head on that angle.

"Please! I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! Please!" He begs, but he isn't going to be let off just yet.

"Now, now Nigel, you should have thought about what we'd do to you before you tried to relieve us of our hard earned cash," Chewy says in a faux soothing tone.

"I had no choice! He said he was going to sell my sister and niece if I didn't pay off my debts! Please!"

That has us all stopping. There's only one person in the area who would threaten that.

Marx steps right up to Nigel, leaning in close. "Tell us what we need to know and we may look at letting you go-"

A drop of something lands right between Nigel's eyes, a splash of it hitting Marx's cut burning a tiny hole into the worn leather.

Marx's head whips around to look at Chewy and Pops, who look a little too pleased with themselves. "Chewy! What the fuck?" he yells over Nigel's screams.

"Hydrofluoric Acid drip torture. Gives us results in a fraction of the time," Chewy says in her best game show voice as Pops stands next to Nigel, waving his hands around like a magician's assistant.

Marx sucks in a breath and then lets it out. "I really want to be pissed, but it's a fucking good idea. Carry on." Marx waves her on, stomps toward the couch and stares at the four men wedged in there until Nitro sighs and gets up.

Chewy gives Marx a dazzling smile, then fiddles with the drippy thing, making her torture device drip faster, each drop hitting it's target. I'm not sure what Chewy and Pops are saying to him but their voices are kept quiet, almost nurturing as they question him. Nigel is answering as best he can while panting and screaming on and off.

Wire catches my eye and sends me a smile before looking around the room, like I had been doing. His eyes dart back to mine and he shakes his head back and forth with his lips pursed as if he wants to laugh. He winks my way, which makes my lower stomach clench and I have to look away. Luckily, I do because I manage to catch the moment Nigel's eyelid slides right off his eyeball onto the floor.

"I did not expect that. Dayzy girl, write that down in our notebook,"

Chewy salutes Pops and gets busy making notes. I was so distracted by my thoughts that I have no idea what they've found out. Hopefully, they have all the information they were after because Nigel lets out a weird rattle and then slumps.

"Tav and Jules, you're on clean up,"

Tav whistles while going to the cupboard in the corner I never even noticed and starts pulling out all manner of things.

Now that the show is over, the brothers all move toward the door, ignoring the Tombs family doing…whatever it is they do.

"Come on, Remy, let's get back to our safe zone. Away from all these crazies." Wire says, smirking back at the Tombs family standing around Nigel's body, pointing at things.

"Hurry Rem, before he gets to his favorite part." Wire roughly whispers in my ear, gently pushing me toward the door. Before I can ask him what he means, I hear Pops yell out, "Oh wait, I love this part!"

The door swings shut on Pops, warbling out the high notes of Sisco's Thong Song.