“Do you dare question me? My own BFF?”
Rider’s gaze shoots to Chewy’s. “No! I mean, not really, but come on, you have to admit they look completely different.”
“Why? Cos they’re different skin colors?”
I mean, I get where Rider is coming from. One is white blonde, the other clearly bi racial.
“Ear lobe, philtrum, eye color, widows peak, crooked middle finger on their right hands and the shape of their brows and noses.” She points to each body part she listed off, making her case. “Also, Wire pulled their ID’s. Totally brothers.”
“Could have led with that, Chewy,” Gus says drily.
“Where’s the fun in that big brother?” She smirks, snapping on some latex gloves.
“Babe?”
“Got you baby, still in the mood for country?”
“You got it!” She grins widely as “Achy Breaky Heart” cranks through the speakers, singing along as she shoves a thick ass needle through the scared one’s left nipple.
He stiffens, sweat beading on his forehead but doesn’t make a sound as he stares at the tough one. Not that Chewy cares as she shoves another needle through his other nipple, then movesto his limp dick. He tries to close his thighs, but he’s shit outta luck with his legs splayed widely in the swing Chewy has him in.
“So, before I start with the Jacob’s Ladder, wanna tell me who you’re working for?” Chewy asks, removing the ball gags from their mouths.
Before the one she’s been working on can answer she has her tools in her hand, not even hesitating as she starts with the first rung of the ladder, so to speak.
“Keep your fucking mouth shut,” the tough one hisses, eyes on his brother’s pale face. He can act tough all he likes, I can see the hesitation in his eyes, the slight glimmer of fear at the recognition that we are not to be fucked with.
“Huh, OK. Let’s try another question.” She poises the needle at the side of his dick. “Does Sergeant Hitchens work for you or the people you work for?”
Chewy presses the needle into the skin, “Yes! No, maybe, fuck! I don’t know, we were told to give the Dropmire to a guy in a deputy uniform,” the man sobs as Chewy pushes through to the other side, following up with a barbell that matches the previous one.
“Oh good job!”
I frown at Chewy’s praise as Rhodie rolls his eyes. “She’s been working on praising Laney, so she’s practicing on pretty much everyone.”
I hold back my snort that Chewy’s good mothering instincts have flowed over to her torturing.
“I won’t pierce you on this next question, as long as you answer it.” She stands, a massive needle at the ready and her brows raised. Obviously the poor bastard nods emphatically as his brother growls at him, “Good. Why are you listening into the PD?”
She moves closer, taunting him and he splutters a little, eyes wide as saucers. “We don’t know! We just do what we’re told.He hired us, paid upfront, we just did as we were told. Give the bug to this guy and spend the rest of our time monitoring what’s coming in and pass the information on.” His head rolls forward, eyes pinched shut as his brother yells at him.
We all share a look. What kind of information?
“Right. And what kind of information are we talking?” Chewy asks, head tipped to the side.
The other brother starts bucking in the sex swing, looking pissed as hell. “We don’t fucking know, you bitch! We needed the money and did as we were tol-”
Quick as lightning Chewy has a needle through the tough guys nipple and a knife at his throat. “Bitch issucha hateful word.” She hits him with a disappointed look, shaking her head left to right. “Now, take a breath, and tell me what you’ve heard, who you work for, and how much they’re paying you.”
He goes bright red, before spewing out shit that we’re gonna pay for this before he and his brother shut down. Silent as a fucking crypt. By the time Chewy is finished with them they both have both nipples pierced, a Prince Albert and full Jacob’s Ladders because Chewy had barbells she wanted to use up. Oddly, both are still alive seeing as Wire found information that the job was sourced on the dark net, the client remained anonymous the whole time, paid well, and the job was low stakes. Hand off a Dropmire bug at a disclosed location and listen in, send through information reports every two days.
We all walk out of the Rev Room leaving them to their own fucking devices in a couple of cozy cells and follow Chewy out of the Rev Room. I have no idea what her plans are for the two of them, but at least we now have the name of the fucker pulling the strings. Not that I care. What he has planned for us can wait, I have two people that I have a deep seated need to see.
Rushing toward the house I take note that Jazz’s tiny car is still parked next to the SUV’s and knowing that Nitro has madeher comfortable enough to stay even without her sister and her girls has pride swelling in my chest. He’s a good man, he just needs to see himself as such.
I quell my need to burst through the doors in my hurry, instead walking on silent feet, moving closer to the sounds of their laughter mingling down the long hall. Standing in the shadows I watch them, the color in Jazz’s cheeks as she teases Nitro about something. The way he throws his head back in laughter, his throat working, tanned skin glistening in the lighting. He murmurs something back to her and now it’s her turn to throw her head back, the way her whole body moves when she laughs makes my cock ache, wondering how she’ll move when she’s underneath me.
“Gonna let me in on the joke?” I ask from the doorway, smile on my face as I lean against the jamb.
