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I storm up to my father, wanting to know what the fuck is going on. “What the hell Mad Dog?” I wave at the women, all oohing and aahing over whatever is happening to that guy’s chest.

“We were jumped by Spanish speaking dudes, so I’m guessing they work for the sheriff or the cartels. Anyway, there were five of the fuckers. I know I’m a tough old bastard but even I can’t take out five fit, young guys alone.”

“Still doesn’t explain what the hell is going on now.” I cross my arms, mirroring him.

“Well, after they got covered in milkshakes there was, how can I put this, a flurry of activity. Shakes were flying, knives were being used. One guy got pepper sprayed, Pops actually roundhouse kicked someone and Remy attacked another while wearing knuckle dusters.” I stare at him in disbelief. “Her gym sessions with Dex are paying off.”

Shaking my head I move closer to the huddled group. “Care to tell me what the fuck is going on?”

They spin around to look at me, Lovely shooting upright from her crouched position next to Chewy, eyes wide as saucers.

“Oh, hey Marx,” Chewy says casually, still messing around with the guy on the ground, not even looking at me.

They all stand quietly. DRMC has been lucky enough to be graced with not only strong willed women, but beautifulwomen. At this moment our beautiful women are covered in what appears to be milkshake, blood, and something else I’m not even going to guess. Taking in Lovely’s appearance I notice her flushed cheeks, dishevelled hair and blood on her hands.

A growl rips out of me, “What the fuck happened?” I rasp, “Are you OK? Fuck, Lovely, it wasn’t that long ago you were in hospital!” I grip her upper arms gently, itching to touch her, to know she’s alright.

“Marx,” her voice cuts through my spiralling emotions. “Marx, I’m fine. None of the blood belongs to me.”

Processing what she’s said my gaze moves to her hand, where she’s clutching a small switchblade, blood dripping from the end. Following the blood droplets I clock the man on the ground, getting a proper look at him. His shirt is ripped open, his torso covered in wounds. Not stab wounds, no, it looks as though someone has drawn on him. Turning, I look at the women. Sizing each one up, I know exactly who will tell me what I want to know.

“Mira, what the fuck happened here?”

She takes a deep breath, “We were leaving the cafe to give Judge some privacy, oh hey, did you know he’s the proud father of some teenagers? Yeah, we didn’t see that coming either,” she snorts. I raise my brow and she gets all serious. “OK, well, we left the diner and before we know it Pops has been yanked into the alley with a gun to his head! Mad Dog was trailing behind and he managed to get behind the guy behind us. Then three more guys come out of the shadows, real bad guy like. Chewy was all like ‘oh hell no!’ and threw herveryfull shake at Pops and the guy that was holding him hostage. It exploded everywhere and then like a chain reaction we were all throwing milkshakes. Then one of the bad guys got stabbed in the leg and everyone was like ‘where the hell did that come from?’ and Chewy was all like ‘my butt knives! You should see my pussy knives!’” My brows shootup past my hairline. “And then Chewy thrusts at us and we all laugh and then Mad Dog hit that guy over there with the hand part of his gun andthenVi pepper sprays some guy and Remy breaks some dude’s face with those bad butt knuckle dusters and Nat and Blanche do some stabbing and Pops had wrestled one of them on the ground and had them eating trash! Actual trash!” Mira finally takes a breath and I guess I should thank her for getting me up to speed. “Oh yeah!,” OK, she’s not finished yet. “By the way, two of the guys were on the screen Chewy showed us the other day.” She leans into me, holding her hand up next to her mouth, as if she’s going to tell me a juicy secret, “One of them is-”

“What the fuck!? Joseph, you piece of shit!” Sniper growls.

“-his brother,” Mira finishes off, unhelpfully.

Sniper kicks his brother in the gut before getting in a few more hits. The guy is out for the count so I’m appreciative when Rider pulls Sniper off him.

“Yeah, so this guy is the Cordoza brother-in-law, that guy is Sniper’s brother and the rest are just lackies” Chewy says, finally standing. “Your turn, Lovely.”

Lovely nods and then kneels down, looking over the man, “You did a good job on the ball hair, Chewy.”

She pulls a pen from her purse, snapping it in half, letting the ink flow into the dick shaped wound. Actually, calling it dick shaped is probably an insult. I’ve never seen a more artistic dick drawing before. The shaft is thick and veined, the mushroom head in perfect proportion - what the fuck am I talking about?

“Look, babe! Lovely showed me how to draw the best dick pic ever!” Chewy boasts.

My eyes flick between Lovely’s bent head, and the dick on this guy’s chest. I stare as she rubs the ink in, effectively tattooing the guy.

“There! All done.”

Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. Lovely, my sweet, innocent, Lovely, just helped carve up a man and tattoo a magnificent dick.

“So, are we going to bag and tag these guys or what?” Chewy asks, hands on hips.

I’m at a loss for words so I just raise a hand in the air and circle it.

“It’s going to be so much fun watching you discover all the facets of Lovely’s character,” Mad Dog says, bumping my shoulder with his. “Probably almost as fun as watching the women and Pops, huh?”

Chapter 11

Lovely

As soon as we get back to the farmhouse the men split up. Pops gets into his side by side ATV and takes off to the back of the farm, two of the DRMC SUV’s following behind. We all know that he’s headed to his and Chewy’s “office” as they call it. They had an impressive set up in the Rev Room, so it’ll be interesting to see what this setup is like. I can imagine it’s probably more insane than the one at the DRMC.

We’re all sticky and covered in milkshake and bodily fluids, so the consensus within the girl gang is that everyone is heading off to get cleaned up. I’m exhausted after our little fun today so I decide that I’ll do the same then have a lie down. Checking the time I realize that it’s almost time for Bee’s nap, so if I clean up fast I’ll be able to join my little girl in the nursery Mama Debs has set up. I’m sure the other kids won’t mind me crashing with them for an hour or so.

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