Page 70 of Fox and Nitro
“It wouldn’t make sense for us to kill you. We have a mutual enemy. We need to know whoever those two work for.” He flicks his head toward Norton and Ryan, still struggling as Tank and Judge, the two biggest fuckers DRMC has, hold them steady. “Besides, why would we kill you when you’re the ones keeping us alive?” Glasses says.
I don’t know if anyone else is confused, but I sure the fuck am. We all look at Chewy, who stone faced waves awkwardly at us.
“They were contracted to get the bug planted and then run surveillance. They never met who hired them,” Chewy says.
“No need to, as long as the money went in, we didn’t care,” No Glasses Geek says.
“Still don’t get why the fuck they’re still alive, Chewy,” Marx growls, ignoring the geeks.
“Oh, it’s because they work for me now.”
“What!?” All three Tombs brothers roar.
“They took the surveillance contract because their grandmother is sick. They need the money for her medical bills. I checked, as did Wire. They’re legit.”
The rest of us gape at Chewy as she starts fucking around with Ryan, trying to wrestle him into position on one of the three stainless steel tables.
“What are you paying them to do?” Savage asks.
“My work. I’m a busy mom of two, between Chomper and Laney I don’t really have a lot of time to work Tombs Security and all that I do here. This way they can take over for me and lighten my load. Especially with what’s going on with my stomach.”
Chewy has been looking more tired and she’s complained a few times of a stomach upset.
“Is that still happening?” Pops asks, looking concerned. “Could it be something you ate?”
Chewy shrugs one shoulder, strapping Ryan down as Rhodie holds him. He tried fighting one part there but Rhodie punched him in the balls to get him to comply. “Not unless I ate a baby at some stage,” she replies, focussing on strapping Ryan’s feet as Rhodie holds him down, stiffening once Chewy’s words hit him properly.
“Baby? Tuesday, look at me.” Rhodie says, gentling his rough voice. “Are you telling me what I think you’re telling me?”
“I think you’ll find she’s tellingus,” Pops mumbles, Mad Dog agreeing with him.
Chewy nods her head and the look of wonder on Rhodie’s face makes me think of how I’d react if our girl came to us to tell us we were expecting. I share a look with Nitro, and I know he’s thinking the same fucking thing. I know that having a baby will be hard, and may not even be on the cards with Jazz’s illness, but that doesn’t mean we can’t think about what our life could look like in the future, biological children or not. Rhodie gathers her in his arms and gently swings her around before putting her back on her feet.
“And that’s why I needed replacements. These guys are, like,autisticallygood.”
“Wait, fuck, how do we know we can trust them? They’re surveillance for hire.” Rhodie asks, clearly conflicted. On onehand he wants to take care of his woman, on the other, he needs to keep us all safe.
“Ah, did you forget what we do?” Gus asks, with a confused look on his face, waving at him, Tav, Jules and Blanche.
“Wire and I dug into them. You know I wouldn’t place the MC in danger,” Chewy says, rolling her eyes.
“We take the contracts because we need them.” Non Glasses geek says softly, “We were hired to do surveillance with fancy grade shit. You might think us criminals, but I’d rather do shit like that and save my grandma’s life than sit there and watch her die.”
Shit. If that’s the case then I kinda don’t blame them. Besides how fucking desperate must these two be if they agreed to work for Chewy after she hung them in sex swings and pierced their dicks?
Looking at Marx I can see something working behind his eyes. “Are you two like Chewy?” Marx asks, eyes darting between the two.
“What do you mean?” Non Glasses asks.
“Are you on the -” Marx’s eyes dart to Chewy, “spectrum?”
“No.” Glasses answers simply before his brow pulls in. “Would you trust us more if we were?”
“If you’re anything like the Tombs I’d trust you a lot fucking less. Not that I have a problem with it,” Marx rushes to say, “I just can’t handle another fucking Chewy running around here.”
“Not for another few months, huh, babe?” Rhodie asks, Chewy tucked against his chest.
She snuggles in for a moment then gently pushes Rhodie back a couple of steps, “Now that we’ve sorted that out, can I do my work now, please?”
