Page 57 of Judge
“P-please no, n-no more, I swear, I swear that I’ll leave and never come back,” he sobs, snot and drool covering his chin as he wildly searches the room, “Kaia! Kaia! I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll leave you alone, I p-promise!”
Kaia stands with a blank look on her face, staring at Seth like he’s dog shit on the bottom of her shoe. She takes a step toward him, then another until she’s right in front of him, head tipped back as she’s at least a foot shorter than he is.
“You broke me, killed my father and threatened my kids.Mydaughter, you piece of shit. I hope you live a long, lonely, painful life.” She grins at him, then takes a large step back, far enough away from him that my long reach can hook her by her belt loop on her jeans and drag her back into me.
“Proud of you, little mama.”
“Thanks, baby,” she murmurs back at me.
The LED lights that decorate the new Rev Room start pulsing to the opening beats of “You spin me right round” blasting through the speakers. Chewy claps her hands before spinning and shimmying over to Rhodie, leaning up to whisper in his ear.
“What do you think she’s going to do now?” Kaia whispers over her shoulder, bopping her head to the music.
“I dunno. She mentioned his junk so it could be fish related.” Tank says, staring at the matching grins Pops and Chewy sport.
“What the fuck are they doing with that cat food?” Switch yells, eyes wide.
“Oh oh! I know!” Mira raises her hand.
The girl gang including my fucking woman take off to find out what Mira knows. She starts drawing some weird as shit thing on a rolling whiteboard and the women all gasp before cackling.
“Tank, tell your woman not to leave her day job,” Savage says, eyeing Mira’s shitty drawing.
“What? No, she’s an amazing artist. That’s a, um, compost heap that she’s drawing.” Tank’s head is cocked and he’s squinting his eyes.
We follow his lead but I ain’t seeing it.
“Baby, what’s the picture of?” Tank calls out.
“Oh, it’s his cock and balls,” Mira grins.
“If that’s what you’re packing brother, I’d be seeing a doctor about it,” Rider chortles.
“Yeah OK. Maybe she’s a better writer than artist,” Tank grumbles before winking at his ol lady.
Chewy and Pops have now not only covered Seth’s privates with catfood, but they’ve also started to remove his boots.
“Switch, can you please stand by?”
Switch nods his head, stepping forward, eyes on what’s about to be uncovered. Pops and Chewy share a look, then quickly release the catches on the metal boots and jump back, oil pouring out of them and down into the large drainage guttering in the floor. This version of the Rev Room is a shit ton more impressive than the one we used to have. It’s around six times bigger to begin with, covered in sanitizable services and floor drains. Which kinda makes me wonder what the hell they were doing in here before they all joined the DRMC.
“Holy shit, it smells like pork belly!” Fox comments, staring at the mottled and burnt flesh of Seth’s feet, some of his heel hanging off onto the floor.
“Yeah, I mean we pretty much deep fried his dogs,” Chewy says as if it’s an everyday occurrence.
“Third degree burn,” Switch says in his booming voice, “at this level it’s enough to destroy ligaments, muscle, fat.” He waves at Seth’s feet. The guy has been in and out of consciousness with the pain, but every time he blacks out, Popshits him with the smelling salts and some form of “wakey wakey.” “That’s why it smells like that.”
We all watch as Chewy waves Saint and Vex to get Seth down from the ceiling, then waves at them to lie him on the floor. She stares down at him for a moment, her fingers tapping their usual rhythm, before she leans forward, grabs his wrists then yanks him to the left, his dragging feet leaving skin and some type of meat in his wake.
“Argh, this shit is so messed up,” Wire grumbles. “It’s gross as hell but the smell is making me hungry.”
“Oh! Mama Debs left snacks!” Ana announces, rushing away to one of the offices that come off the main Rev Room. In moments she’s back, carrying a platter stacked with sliders.
“Oh nice, pulled pork,” Rider snags two, stuffing one in his mouth like he’s starving.
“You know,” Omen Landry starts. “I grew up in a fucking evil place, right?” I nod, throwing my arm over my woman as she snuggles into me, handing me a slider. “I thought I’d seen all there was to see. But now I’m standing here with some of the best men and women I’ve ever met, eating pulled pork sliders, watching some guy have his feet deep fried with cat food on his junk.” He takes a bite of his slider. “Fucking wild.”
Kaia stares at him for a moment, before looking up at me with a huge grin. “He’s not wrong,” she takes a bite of her own slider, groaning around the tender, flavorsome meat.
