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“And I have an ol man that gets extra horny when I get into trouble,” Chewy adds, waggling her brows at us.

“Imma kill that fucker,” Pops mumbles under his breath. He also doesn’t weigh in to the whole who’s going who’s staying debate so I’m guessing if he’s fine with his pregnant granddaughter-in-law going to beat up an ex-bunny, then we all should be.

“OK, well if you need help just let us know.”

“Aye aye captain!” Chewy salutes Remy and she and Blanche wander off.

“Um, should we be worried? What if this Whiney woman is dangerous? Like some type of crazy woman scorned who has this whole elaborate setup plan thing going on?” My concern is met with blank gazes which then turn into grins.

“Trust us, she’s not the dangerous one.”

Chapter 14

Chewy

“How do you want to play this?” Blanche asks, matching me stride for stride as I try my best to navigate tables and chairs.

This place is too loud and it stinks of too many things and I’m finding it hard to come up with a good plan. Not because I don’t have a brain full of good plans, but because there are too many moving parts and variables in the mall. Hard to focus. I need to get her somewhere quiet.

“Get her into the bathrooms. I do my best work when there’s a drain handy.” Blanche nods, not asking for any more information. I like that. I turn my gaze back to Whitney, my face screwing up “What’s wrong with Whitney’s face?”

“Nothing. She’s just looking smug. Did she always look like that? And is it bad to say that I don’t like her even though I’ve never met her?”

“No. She sucks. Both figuratively and literally.”

I walk through a haze of hotdog and body odor and I have an urge to cover my ears but I need to play it cool. Whitney has teased me before about being different so I won’t give her the satisfaction. Rhodie says I’m perfect, and that’s all that matters.Flicking my eyes back to Whitney I think Blanche is right, she does look smug. Maybe even a little too pleased. This may not be as easy as I think it will be. Glancing around the reason behind her false smile appears behind her.

“Chewy, that man behind Whitney, do you think he looks like a piggy-eyed orc with Maui hair? Like Flora described?” Blanche asks, clocking Whitney’s backup at the same time.

I have no idea what Maui hair looks like, but he does look like a piggy eyed orc. Weird. The bunny messing with my MC and the piggy eyed orc messing with Mira in the same place at the same time is no coincidence. I hadn’t calculated that the Tank thing would be mixed in with the Mira thing. Curious.

“The plan still the same?” Blanche asks, dodging a mom and her kid.

I pause for a moment, focussing on a dropped penny on the ground. The feet walking around it become a blur and all the noise and smells that were bothering me become background fluff, allowing me to formulate a plan better. “How do you feel about being kidnapped?”

Tank

“Fuck! Pack it up guys, the girls have been taken!” Rider yells from the front reception as he turns off the computer and flings papers around.

“What the fuck? Which girls?” I demand, Judge running in behind me.

“Dunno. Let’s go.”

We race out the door barely setting the alarm. If anyone needs a tow they’ll have to fucking wait, our family is missing. We straddle our bikes and roar out of Devil’s Big Tow, making the ten minute ride in 5 minutes flat. Jimmy rushes the gate open waving us in then shutting it up tight behind us.

Within moments we’re all three stomping through the front doors to Pops, Lovely and the Ol Ladies, except Chewy and Blanche, all sitting on the couches being grilled by Marx while Wire, Savage and Gus stand at the backs of their Ol Ladies. With Chewy and Blanche missing, Tav looks like he’s going to murder someone and Rhodie is cuddling Chomper for comfort. My eyes land on Mira and without even thinking I stride over to her, taking her lips.

“Glad you’re OK,” she blushes up at me and I move to stand behind her, like the other Ol Men. I’ll think about why I like that so much later on, once we have our girls back.

“I don’t know what you’re so worried about,” Pops waves his hand. “Those two are the best of the Ol Ladies to be kidnapped. They’re probably worse than the guy who took ‘em,” he shrugs.

“I mean, when he puts it like that,” Rider comments, earning a growl from Rhodie.

“We got any leads on who took them?” Dex asks, always level headed.

“Well, they were going to ‘chat’ to Whitney,” Remy says, using air quotes.

“Whitney? What the fuck?”

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