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“Yeah, his name is Chomper,” Chewy beams, clearly not seeing the irony in the name given the fact her gator is essentially disabled. Or maybe that’s exactly why she named him that.

“Fine. But he’s your responsibility! And get rid of the fucking dildos!”

Cheers ring out from everyone in the room before Marx waves his hands, telling us to settle down.

“One round of drinks and then we take care of the piece of shit in the shed. I want this whole thing wrapped up,” he barks out then heads for his office.

The Landry brothers head for Lovely and little Bee, my MC brothers all head to the bar, and I make a beeline for my family. I’m ready for a Cove-hug, but I’m stopped by Niko first, who shocks the shit out of me by holding his hand out to me. As soon as I clasp it, he pulls me in for a half hug.

“Thank you for helping my mom and keeping her safe.”

I place my hand on the back of his head, pulling him into me tighter. “Thank you for trusting me to keep her safe. I know it was a big deal, since you’ve been doing it all this time.”

He pulls back to look at me, a smile playing on his lips, “It’s your turn now, old man,”

“Hey! She’s older than me!” I retort, not that he gives a shit as he gives me his back.

Not that I take it to heart because the Littles run up and hug both of my legs while Sage wraps her thin arms around my waist, giving me a quick squeeze.

“Thank you for coming home,” she says, before moving back so I can pick up Cove and Elio.

“Tav! Did you know that Ana and Nat both have babies in their tummies?” Cove yells in my face as Elio rests his head on my shoulder.

“What!? I thought they just ate too much ice cream!”

Cove stares at me like I’m crazy and Ana shoots me daggers before flipping me the bird. I settle on the couch with my family surrounding me. We catch up, the big kids keen to hear that Royal will never bother them ever again, the Littles wanting to know if we got them gifts.

Before we know it, Marx is whistling to get our attention. Mama Debs, Lovely and the Ol Ladies minus Chewy and Pixie, bustle the children into Mama Debs’ suite for movies and junk food, and we all wait for Marx’s orders.

“Chewy, it’s time. Is everything set?” Marx asks my sister, her nodding enthusiastically. “Good, let’s do this,”

Blanche

I follow the men out into the Rev Room, which once again has snacks on the table laid out for us. Rider, Fox and Nitro all fight for space on the couch, while everyone else seems to lean on the walls or anything else that can prop them up.

Hammer has already been strapped to the bright yellow chair, and the man looks completely mellow thanks to whatever Savage and Dex dosed him up on. He stares wide-eyed at Chewy as she fusses about, then jumps back, struggling against the cable ties on his wrists and ankles.

“That’s a fucking real alligator!” he yells, wriggling so much he rocks the chair, falling back onto the grate on the ground. He stops yelling and wriggling to stare at something, before screaming, “Those are teeth in there! Whose teeth are those!”

Rhodie lifts him up, setting him back to rights as Chewy bends over, looking into the grate. “You need to learn how to clean better, Tav,” she shakes her head in disappointment.

“Sorry sis, I’ll try better with this one.” He grins back, moving up behind me, wrapping his thick arms around my waist and pulling me into his front, like he always does.

“No need, this one is gonna be almost mess free,” she wags her eyebrows and then pulls out a large black dildo, thumping it down onto a conveniently placed metal table so it wobbles slightly. “Babe, my soundtrack please,” she puckers up and Rhodie drops a kiss on her lips then presses something on his phone.

“Is this sex music?” someone grumbles. I’m not too sure who it is as basically the whole MC, Tombs Security and my brothers are all crammed in here.

“Yeah, I need to set the scene. Get Hammer all raring to go,”

I see a lot of side eyes happening. I mean, I was bracing for torture, some blood maybe, a lot of crying and sniveling, not a seduction. Chewy is warming up what looks to be massage oil while Pops is lighting scented candles.

“Can you two hurry it up?” Marx growls.

“Marx, good things take time. We gotta romance him,” Pops snorts.

Chewy nods at Rhodie, who cuts the ties restraining Hammer. He slides his knife down Hammer’s clothing, cutting them all away until he’s standing nude, his small dick on show under his pasty belly. Savage and Dex step up, helping Rodie manhandle him onto the St Andrew’s cross, which seems to be a favorite of this bunch. They all secure him and Chewy steps up, gloves on, massage oil in her palm.

She covers his torso with the stuff, moving down to his legs. She has purposely avoided his junk, and I don’t blame her. I would too. However, she must have a plan because she reaches her hand back, Pops slapping a rubber scraper into her hand. She squirts oil in it and then paints his dick and balls with it.

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