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I can feel my face heat some, and Sniper smirks at me, having overheard Leo.
“He sold underwear too, huh girl?” Pops calls this time.
I can really feel myself flushing now. My whole body feels hot and it’s equal amounts shame and anger. I break out of Leo’s hold to rush up and kick Seth in the gut for what he made me do. Leo pulls me back against him, his scent and his warmth calming me slightly.
“Where did he sell them? Like online?” Mira asks, notepad at the ready.
“Um, yeah, a few sites,” I mumble.
“So, you’d like wear them, and then just put them in an envelope?” She raises her brows, waiting for me to answer.
“Ah, no, he’d ah, vacuum seal them first.”
Her eyes grow impossibly wide and it’s almost as if the whole girl gang leans closer. “That’s genius,” she whispers.
The girl gang all share a look, before looking at me. Oh hell, they want me to help them sell their underwear.
“No one is selling panties!” Marx shouts, frowning down at his woman.
“Why not?” Chewy asks, head tilted, holding what appears to be metal underwear. Huh. Weird. “Sounds lucrative and people would pay good money for that. You could probably charge extra for wearing them to workout at the gym or something because they’d be more, what’s the word? Flavorful? Anyway, it sounds like a great money making opportunity.”
I nod along with her train of thought because she’s right. It is a lucrative side hustle. “Worn underwear can be anywhere upwards of $30. Sweaty ones $80 and up.”
All eyes stare at me and before I can shrink away I’m bombarded with questions. “Are there men’s boxers on there or will I have to wear women’s panties to make bank?” Rider shouts out, causing silence to descend. “What? We all need a side hustle in this economy.”
“I repeat, no one is selling underwear from the fucking compound.” Marx growls.
“What about from off compound?” Rider yelps as he jumps away from Marx’s death glare.
“Now that we’ve agreed to start selling product to panty sniffers, can we get on with things now?” Chewy asks, blowtorch in hand.
I can’t help the giggle that bursts out of me. The rollercoaster of emotions that comes with what we’re about to do, with my ugly past dragged up and then somehow everyone now wanting to join the business I was ashamed of, all of it somehow breaks me down and puts me back together again. I beam at everyone in the Rev Room, hoping that my gratitude and love for them shines through my face.
I watch as Rider and Tank untie Seth and then hang him from the ceiling while Pops cuts off his clothing none too gently. Once he’s standing in the nude, Pops’ knife work clear to see, everyone shares grins. The show is about to begin.
Sniper bumps me with his elbow, a small smile on his face. “You good, little sis?”
“I will be.”
Chapter 18
Judge
“You know, sometimes I watch Chewy and Pops and realize I’m not making the best use of my free will,” Dex says, head cocked watching Chewy pour hot oil into some weird as fuck metal boots Pops strapped onto Seth’s feet. Seth’s blood curdling screams has excitement bubbling up in my gut eager to see what happens next.
“You got plans to use that free will?” I raise a brow at him.
“Heading to the new chapter I thought I might take a leaf out of Chewy’s book,” he replies, eyes on Pops using the smelling salts on Seth.
“You wanna become the icer?”
He swings his head toward me. “Fuck no! I meant, I might get a gator. You know, something to take care of.”
Omen snorts, shaking his head at Dex’s plans. “You do know that gators are dangerous, right? They’ll take your hand off if you’re not careful.”
“Same as Chewy and Rhodie still loves her,” Rider answers with a grin, ignoring Rhodie’s growl.
“Babe, I need you to change the music,” Chewy calls out ignoring Rider, “Now the feet are done I need something peppyfor the junk,” Chewy points at Seth’s cock and balls, her nose screwed up.
