Page 31 of Judge (Devil’s Rose MC #7)

“Does it help that Chelsea and her mean girl gang had their kids banned as well?” Leo asks, brows raised.

“I guess,” I grumble, crossing my arms over my chest, pouting. “I just don’t like that my babies aren’t allowed to do something they love.”

“It’s OK, Mom, I can join the volleyball team or something, and Jax’s huge ass should be playing football anyway,” Annie grins at her brother who glares at her.

“Still, I don’t like it.”

“I know, baby. How’s your cheek feeling?” Leo tries to distract me.

“I can’t feel it thanks to the peas you put on it. And whatever that cream is that Mama Debs gave us.” I scowl at the thought that I let that horrible mole get a slap in. On the upside I’m pretty sure that I broke her nose, so I guess we’re even.

“Knock knock!” is sung from outside the front door before it’s almost kicked in. “We’re here to cheer you up!” Blanche says, swanning in, looking not quite right.

“OK, we’ll leave you to your girls,” Leo kisses the top of my head and hauls ass out of the house, the twins following behind.

I asked Annie if she wanted to stay but apparently, like her brother, they would rather hang with the younger prospects and Sage than us.

No worries, I will teach Annie the ways of 1997 Silversprings Stevie Nicks at a later date.

My girls all swan in, taking places on the couches or in Chewy’s case, the floor.

“Why do you look weird?” Chewy says, staring at Blanche.

“Huh? I look the way I always do. Although I showered and got that grass stain off my face from soccer this morning.”

“No, that’s not it. Something isn’t right.” Chewy narrows her eyes at her sister-in-law, staring at her until it becomes uncomfortable for all of us.

“Wait, where’s Tess?” I ask, sitting up slightly when I realize I don’t think I’ve ever seen the woman’s front before.

“Oh, she’s with her daddy,” Blanche smiles.

“That’s it! That’s why you look weird. I think you should look weird more often. It can’t be healthy wobbling around with that baby strapped to you all the time,” Chewy says matter of factly.

“Wobbling?” Blanche’s brows rise higher and higher on her face.

“Anyway,” Lovely claps, admirably changing the subject. “How are we going to get back at those awful women?”

“Who says we have to have anything more to do with them? All the kids have been kicked off the team, we’ll never see them again.” Vi shrugs.

“Ah, that’s not true. They come into the diner every Wednesday for ‘girly catch ups!’,” I say in a high pitched valley girl voice.

“I agree with Lovely then, what are we going to do? We can’t let this lie,” Nat joins in.

“I could dox them online,” Remy offers. I’m not sure what doxing is, but it sounds bad.

“Nope. We need public humiliation. Something so everyone will see how awful they are and they’ll never show their faces in the diner again,” Ana adds.

We all stare at each other. “Could we-?” I whisper.

“Yeah, but we have to do it classy. No dancing in their bedrooms in underwear. Leave it with me,” Chewy says, staring into space, fingers tapping.

I have no idea what she has planned, but it’ll be messy. I mean, those bitches picked on Chomper and if I know anything about Chewy, no one messes with her gator. Or her kid.

“So, we have like, three hours to go before the party tonight. Who wants to do extreme makeovers and surprise the men?” Mira asks, bouncing in her seat.

“I do!” Booms from outside the door and Pops and Mad Dog walk in. It seems the girl gang has grown by one more grandfather.

“Oh, what do you have in mind? Lose the Skechers?” Ana snickers.

“I’ll have you know that these fuckers have the softest soles known to man. It’s like walking on babies. That’s how soft and squishy they are.”

“Ew,” Remy screws up her nose.

“It’s a metaphor sweetheart. Or something.” Pops waves his hand in the air. “Anyway, did I hear extreme makeovers?”

“Why yes, you did,” I grin. “What do you suggest?” I wag my brows, expecting him and Mad Dog to run.

Instead, Mad Dog tilts his head, looking thoughtful. “Have you ever straightened your hair? I think that would change your look drastically.”

I stared wide eyed at him as the girl gang, except for Chewy, gasp and then coo in excitement.

“He’s right, you’d look soooo different!” Remy claps her hands in excitement.

“Oh oh, do me!” Mira waves her hand in the air.

This time Pops looks her up and down. “How about something biker chic? You always wear colorful dresses, how about all black, and those spray on black pants the ladies seem to like wearing?”

Mira’s eyes grow so wide at the suggestion that I can’t tell if she’s shocked or offended. “Tank is going to DIE!” she squeals so high pitched that only dogs would be able to hear it.

“What’s going on?” Mama Debs pops her head inside the door that Pops left open, before coming in and snuggling into Pops’ side.

“Pops and Mad Dog are giving us makeovers,” Blanche says.

“Not me. Rhodie thinks I’m perfectly fine the way I am.” Chewy nods decisively.

“Yes you are, baby,” Mama Debs kisses Chewy on the top of her head, then smiles gently as Chewy beams at her.

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 it happens, just go with it.” Chewy smiles then turns to fling open the door.

“Let’s party!”