Page 64 of Judge
It’s not often I notice Chewy engaging in typical interactions, so to watch her with Mama Debs is something else.
“Mama Debs brings out the best in people,” Lovely whispers, smiling in Mama Debs direction.
“Pity it didn’t work for her own daughter. She’s a total - ow!” Blanche hisses when Ana elbows her in the side. Hard.
“What was that you were saying my dear sweet sister-in-law?” Ana says, her voice sweet like honey.
Blanche narrows her eyes and flips the bird.
“So, are we doing this or not?”
* * *
Well, I can see when Pops and the ex DRMC Pres put their minds to something, they get stuff done. I’m standing in black skinny jeans and a pink off the shoulder top, with my curly hair now sleek and almost to my butt. Mira is in all black which looks all biker chick hot, but Mama Debs also curled her hair so she’s looking like a curvy Sandy from Grease. Nat has her hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail, and she’s wearing a dress which I’ve come to find out she never does. Same as Blanche, who somehow let Pops dye her hair. You heard that right, our resident raven haired mama is now a deep auburn and I can’t believe how good she looks. Lovely stuck to her dark locks but is in a slinky red dress that Marx will swallow his tongue over. Remy is still a blonde but in leather pants and a kickass leather vest that makes her boobs look like they’re staring you in the face. Vi’s spray on pants really accentuate her hourglass figure, her hair poofed up looking all sexy like and Ana, who is the classiest of us all in her pencil skirts and silk blouses is standing there in a short as hell backless clubbing dress looking so hot that I’m seriously thinking of switching sides.
“Holy crap we look so good!” Lovely exclaims, and I know she means it because that woman never curses.
“So good. The party ain’t gonna go for very long with us looking like this,” Chewy says, her hair wild around her shoulders in a sparkly top, tight, ripped black jeans and her platform Doc Martens.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you? Being thrown over Rhodie’s shoulder caveman style so he can take you to his lair and have fun with you,” Mira says teasingly.
“If he wasn’t so big I’d do it to him first. I’ve tried picking him up but logistically it’s a nightmare.”
We all snort, I mean, no shit Sherlock. The man is at least a foot taller than her, and outweighs her by at least 80 pounds. It’s admirable that Chewy even thought to try it.
“Wait, did you for real try to throw Rhodie over your shoulder?” Remy asks, wide eyed.
“Of course. What if he accidentally forgets to turn the gas off one day and I get home to find him passed out on the ground? It’ll be up to me to get him over my shoulder and get him to safety,” Chewy explains. Her gaze flits over us before her brows pinch. “Have you never tried to lift your men?”
“Ah, that would be a hard no, there Chewy,” Blanche says.
“What if Tav was in trouble?”
“We’re part of an MC. If Tav’s in trouble one of his brothers will be right there with him,” Blanche shrugs.
I mean, she has a point.
“Well, don’t come crying to me when you can’t save your men by carrying them from a gas filled building.” Chewy rolls her eyes before straightening. “Let’s go.”
We all hop to attention and follow her out like a gaggle of geese, Mad Dog and Pops bringing up the rear.
“The men won’t know what hit them!” Mira laughs excitedly as we all teeter on our heels.
For the first time in a long time not only do I have a wild group of friends, I have a family. I also have sleek hair and my cheeks hurt from smiling so much.
“Oh, before we get there, I got us all a little surprise to celebrate the new chapter. So, don’t act surprised when ithappens, just go with it.” Chewy smiles then turns to fling open the door.
“Let’s party!”
Chapter 20
Judge
Looking around the scarred Church table I can’t believe that tomorrow we’ll be saying goodbye to some of our brothers.
“When the DRMC was first started, it was a place for vets to land, to get used to being back on US soil, and to adjust to a life we had left behind. Some of us had been in a bad way, but we all banded together in brotherhood. We’ve been through some shit together, and I can say this, from the bottom of my heart, that there are no better men I’d have at my back, than you all. This isn’t the end, it’s a new start. New brotherhood, new location, new allies. It’s been an honor riding with you all. ” Marx looks at each and every one of us gathered around the Tombs dining table, lingering on Sniper, Dex, Chef and TumTum who will all be leaving to ride with the Landrys in Louisiana. “As Pres of the mother chapter I’m appointing Dex as chapter President-”
“Fuck yeah!” Savage jumps up, throwing his arm over his original club brother, beating him on the back.
