Marx walks up to her and wraps her in his arms. “Congrats Chewy. Now have at it.”
Nitro
I will never understand how Chewy’s mind works. I know evil. I’ve seen it both at home and when I was stationed overseas. I’ve seen people take pleasure in causing others pain and torment. But Chewy is not like any of them. After dropping the bomb that she and Rhodie are expecting, she launched right into business. Rhodie flicked on Britney Spears’ album, and as soon as “Toxic” started blasting through the speakers Chewy took an eyedropper and dripped something into the head of Ryan’s penis. Makes sense considering he was stripped naked. What didn’t make sense was how quickly his dick started to melt.
Shuddering, Fox pulls me into his body, his large arm slung across my shoulders.
“You OK, baby? We’ll finish them and then grovel on our hands and knees until our girl knows that we didn’t mean to hurt her. We’re just dumb.”
“Fucking dumb,” I huff. “But we’ll fix it. We have to.”
Fox nods quietly, watching the show. “I wasn’t expecting his dick to melt off.”
“No one expects that shit,” Savage says, before changing his mind., “Well, no, I think Pops expected it.” Pointing toward him.
“It was probably his fucking idea, if not his ‘secret recipe’. How many secret recipes can a fucker have?” Judge whines.
“You’d be surprised,” Gus adds, watching Chewy place another drop of Pops’ secret recipe on Ryan’s balls now.
“I am so fucking glad all I got was a Jacobs Ladder, Jesus Christ,” the geeky one with no glasses says.
“What is your name?” Remy uncharacteristically asks, “I can’t keep calling you Glasses Geek and Non Glasses Geek.”
Shit I’m glad I’m not the only one doing that right now. And I only started that because I heard Fox refer to them as such.
“I’m Theo,” No Glasses says, before pointing to glasses, “He’s Jay.”
“Oh yeah, introductions. Theo, Jay, everyone,” Chewy mutters, waving her hand around but not looking away from Ryan’s junk.
We all stand there awkwardly staring at them until the quiet of the room is disturbed when Chewy claps. “Right, now that you’re all warmed up, wanna tell us everything you know about Hitchens and Matthew Thompson?” she says, addressing Ryan and Norton.
Ryan definitely isn’t talking, too busy sweating and hissing at the pain his body is wracked with. A loud scream leaves Norton the moment Chewy steps up to him. He’s had a front row seat to everything Chewy has done to Ryan, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise when Chewy treats him to the same dick treatment.
“Can I suggest something?” Theo, the Geek, asks. Chewy nods and he clacks away at his laptop. “Ask Norton how they were recruited into the PD.”
Chewy shrugs at the suggestion and then waves in Moss’s direction.
“You want me to ask?” He raises his brow.
“Well, yeah. I don’t know the ins and outs of recruitment like you do.” Chewy says, peering at first Ryan, then Norton’s dicks.
Moss dips his chin, then moves to stand at the foot of the tables the two men are strapped to, his gaze on Norton. Even before he opens his mouth Norton starts to whimper and shake his head.
“Don’t say a fucking word!” Ryan hisses, straining against his restraints.
“Norton,” Moss starts, almost friendly. “Those two geeks over there think I need to ask you how you were recruited. How did you end up in the Rose Grove Police Department?”
Norton’s eyes dart to Ryan then back to Moss. “Hitchens,” he licks his lips, swallowing, “he, he approached me and Ryan when we were still in the academy together. Said that his uncle needed men on the inside.” He starts to cry, not pity wimpy tears, no these are fat, wet sobs, snot bubbling and drooling type tears. The body wracking tears you cry when you’re scared for your fucking life. I know those tears but I don’t pity this fucker. “I swear, I joined to do good! He said that Rose Grove was a town full of corruption and crime and that I’d be doing the town a favor by coming in and working alongside Sheriff Kelson.”
“Oh you mean corrupt-as-fuck Sheriff Kelson?” Marx growls and Norton shrinks back.
“Wait, why are we interrogating them when we have those whizz kids over there?” Tank asks, tipping his head to Theo and Jay.
The one with glasses pushes them up his nose, I think that one is Jay. “We’re not as good as Chewy and her team-”
“Of course not,” Chewy scoffs.
“We can follow paper trails, all their communications, but that doesn’t always tell us the how or why.”
