Page 41 of Marx

“Oh I know the dance to this one,” Rider brags. Sniper gives him the death glare and he just flips the bird back. Shit, maybe Rider is right. Those little kids are more grown up than these fuckers.

“Right, let’s get this show on the road!” Chewy straightens, stares Kelson in the eye and rips the tape from his mouth. He yells and pisses his pants at the same time.

“Eeeek! My favorite show is on!” Mira claps.

Chewy shakes her head in disappointment at the Sheriff, before patting him on the shoulder. “Pleasure to meet you, Sheriff. Welcome to the office. It’s nice to have you here. As you can see your cartel buddies are all a little too busy to help you.” Kelson’s eyes dart around the room before they pinch shut.

“Uh, uh, uh,” Pops sing songs. Within seconds he has those weird eyeball things in Kelson’s eyes. The ones that hold his eyelids open. “You wanna see every little thing that happens, my friend.” Pops pats him on the back comfortingly.

Chewy waves me to start and I don’t move from my position. I just bark questions at the man while Pops holds his head in whichever direction Chewy is. So far, she’s gloved up and checking the other guests’ penises for candiru fish.

“Got one!”

Kelson whimpers so I ask him again. “Who exactly ordered the hit?”

“I-I was just meant to make sure the police stay away. I didn’t mean this to happen!”

“You mean you didn’t mean to get caught on our cameras with your arm out the window firing bullets at people?” Chewy says, tugging on something hanging out of one guy’s dick. “Sorry buddy, I can’t get it out. We’ll have to amputate.” In the blink of an eye the guy’s dick is severed and his scream bounces off the walls.

Kelson’s bladder lets go again, and he vomits when Chewy throws the appendage into the waiting mouth of Gretchen.

“Dammit, he has a weak stomach. That is not what I was hoping for,” Chewy mutters. She and Pops confer over something before a grin appears. “Perfect solution!”

She gestures to the guy with Lovely’s dick on his chest, and some other lacky. Rhodie gets both the men down, both look grateful when their tiny dicks leave the jars of dick fish. Pops moves fluidly toward Rhodie, pushing a what looks to be a fucking sex chair in his direction.

“What the fuck are they gonna do withthat?” Tank asks, eyes wide. Mira is scribbling as fast as she can, noting everything down for her next bestseller.

They strap dick chest guy to the chair, wrists cuffed to his ankles, body angled over the top, his asshole winking at us. I avert my eyes, not wanting to look, because who the hell in their right mind would? My gaze catches on the women, the lovely women we’ve brought into our club and it’s clear they’re the type of people who want to look. Each has their eyes focussed on the dude with his ass in the air.

“He threatened Pops with a gun! Do your worst, Chewy!” The girls cheer her on and I try to hide my chuckle. Shit, even Lovely is right up there, egging her on.

Chewy gestures to have the other one attached to the St Andrews cross that Pops just happens to have handy. I would ask what the hell is wrong with these people, but I doubt anyone really knows.

“Kelson, you will answer Marx’s questions. For every non-answer, your buddies will take the hit. Got it?” Kelson hesitates and Chewy shrugs, stepping up to the one on the cross. With the flick of her wrist she has his eyeball out of his socket and sailing across the room to Pops who snatches it out of midair and promptly shoves it in the other guys waiting asshole.

Both men scream. Kelson sobs, snot going everywhere as he begs her to stop. Clearly he doesn’t know Chewy. “Do you understand how the game is played now?” Chewy asks in a sweet as pie voice.

“Yes, Yes, anything you want to know. I’ll tell you.,” he splutters.

Huh. It’s interesting that Chewy decided to play it this way. I figured she’d cut Kelson up into little pieces, but instead she’s playing on what conscience and care for the public he must have had when he started out as a rookie wanting to make a difference in the world. Just because he’s a piece of shit criminal now, doesn’t mean he always was.

“Who’s pulling the strings, Kelson?” I growl at the man, making him jump.

“There’s two of them. Serpiente is one, but he has a partner. I don’t know who they are. That’s all I know.” He stares nervously at Chewy but she keeps her word. She doesn’t slice off any more body parts, but she does use her knife to paint a pretty picture on the now one eyed man.

“Who’s heading up the cartels? I need names.”

His eyes dart to Sniper’s brother and I know this isn’t going to be good. “I don’t know who heads up Cartel de Silencio, but Joseph is head of La Sombre Roja. He’s the one who called the hit.”

“You motherfucker!” Sniper roars and flies across the room, fists hitting Joseph’s already bruised and burned flesh. “You motherfucker! You saw what it did to Maria, to Mama, you fucker!” Sniper roars and his voice breaks.

Stepping up behind him I wrap him in a bear hug, gripping him so tight he has no option but to drop his arms. His weight leans into mine and I know there’s no way I can let him finish off Joseph, no matter how much he wants it. The fresh scent of Lovely and the soft touch of her hand on my back has any tension I was holding for Sniper, leaching from my body. Her delicate touch grounds me as she moves around my bulk, to then lay a hand on Sniper. She stands on her toes and whispers in hisear. His body slumps when she pulls back and lays a hand on his chest, giving him a nod and a tight, sad, smile.

“I’m done, Pres. As far as I’m concerned, I have no brother,” Sniper whispers, voice broken.

I release him from my arms, and instead of letting him leave the office alone, brother after MC brother steps up to grip his shoulder, pulling him into their bodies as he passes.

Judge catches my eye and dips his chin, a steady presence at Sniper’s back as they move to the door.

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