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“Ladies and gentlemen! Before we start the show I need two strong volunteers!”

Lovely

I watch Chewy ham it up and I’m not sure why I’m surprised that her and Pops are both wearing sequined top hats.

The lights have been dimmed slightly, and “The Final Countdown” is playing in the background, the beat building suspense.

Tank and Judge, some of the largest men we have in the club, step forward.

They nod, hands on hips as Chewy gives them instructions.

While all this is happening Pops is assembling what looks to be some type of rubber bladder, the kind that goes inside basketballs, but much larger.

There’s a long thin hose coming out of it and he slaps it down on the stainless steel bench.

He slams a pump bottle full of lube beside it and then gently places down three syringes of something or other.

“I know I should be used to this shit by now, but they still make me nervous,” my big brother Vic says.

I catch his eye and give him a thumbs up. I’m so excited that my brothers will be patching in. I mean, given the way we were all raised, it shouldn’t surprise me that all of us Landry kids have landed here. Communal living with a chosen family? Clearly it’s what we’re built for.

“Flack, can you wake her ass up?” Chewy asks in a sweet voice, while adding stirrups to the metal table Serpiente had been lying on.

Another clatter on Pops’ stainless steel workbench has us all turning.

“What? Just lubing the speculum.”

“The what-u-lum?” Nitro asks in a high pitched voice.

“A speculum. In laymen’s terms it’s a pussy spreader. Goes inside, holds the vagina open so we can check the cervix amongst other things,” Switch yells from his place next to Sniper’s brother, Joseph.

I have no idea how long the brother is going to keep him alive, but he doesn’t look like he’ll last much longer. No use keeping him anyway. His whole cartel has pretty much been destroyed.

“Jesus,” Flack says, staring at the contraption Pops is holding.

Judge and Tank, at Chewy’s instruction, unshackle Renae from the chair, carrying her limp body to the table, strapping her wrists down in the handcuffs on other side of the table, then strapping her legs wide open on the stirrups Chewy put in place.

There’s a certain level of perverse satisfaction that runs through me, knowing that not only will this woman’s life be ending tonight, but it’ll be done in a way that takes away her dignity, much like she did to the women she kidnapped and forcibly bred.

I shudder, remembering what Roman said. She had comatose pregnant women growing babies, like all they were was an incubator. She disgusts me to my soul.

Flack wafts something under her nose and she comes awake with a jolt, screaming blue murder. Before anyone can complain about the noise. Chewy shoves another ball gag, this time a bright pink one, into her open maw.

“You OK there, Renae? I know you’re probably wondering what’s going to happen next, right?” Chewy asks, gently, in a voice that sounds open and caring. “Well, we’re going to give you a little of your own medicine.” She pats her head roughly, before holding her hand out to Pops.

He plops the lubed speculum into Chewy’s hand, and she grins maniacally as she holds it up for Renae to see. She slices Renae’s panties out of her way, not caring when Renae jolts and blood starts to drip down onto the bed.

“Whoops,” Chewy says unapologetically as she snaps a sterile glove on her hand.

She places the speculum where it needs to be, twisting the handle to open up enough space for her to work.

I know what’s coming and I can feel my vulva trying to crawl its way up into my body for safety.

Glancing around, all the girl gang are staring in fascination, as the men are either side eyeing the scene, or looking at the ceiling or floor.

More rummaging between Renae’s legs before Chewy stands straight, pulling her glove off with a flourish and pinging it in Rider’s direction.

The big man squeals then gives every woman here the evil eye when we laugh at his misfortune.

I love Rider, don’t get me wrong, but that man seems to have the worst luck.

“And now, for my amazing trick! It’ll leave you gobsmacked, in awe, and horrified in equal measure!” Chewy flips a switch and the mechanical whirring of the air compressor fills the room.

“What the hell is that?” someone murmurs.

“I dunno, but whatever it’s doing, it’s going up her pussy.”

I snort, then curse internally when it causes my throat to burn a little. Marx leans down to look me in the eye, gently rubbing a thumb along my cheek. I give him a thumbs up and a smile, more interested in seeing if our plan is running smoothly.

“Holy shit, it’s working!” Kaia whispers in awe, her wide eyes on Renae’s stomach.

I step forward for a closer look, then notice that flanking me are the rest of my Girl Gang.

We stare in awe as the air compressor fills the bladder, Renae’s stomach inflating slowly, going from a little bloated, to a couple months pregnant in size.

Her eyes are screwed shut and she whimpers and whines as Chewy grins proudly.

“Shit kid, this is working better than I expected!” Pops says with excitement. He leans forward to get a closer look, then takes a big step back. Then another.

“Ah, Chewy, care to explain?” Dex asks nervously.

“Oh yeah. She’s kept women against their will, using them as incubators to then sell their babies.

I’m giving her a little taste of her own medicine.

But instead of nine months, I’m aiming for nine minutes.

” She waggles her brows, a huge grin on her face.

One I’m sure mirrors the rest of us. “Pops, crank it higher, I wanna get back to put my baby to bed,” Chewy says, making sure she’s staring into Renae’s eyes as she says it.

The woman whimpers, her thigh muscles tensing as the pain bears down on her. Her stomach is quite distended now, stretching her blouse tight, but there’s still more to come. Pops cranks the air machine higher, the noise going from a soft whirr to a buzz.

“Fucking hell, it’s so gross and yet I can’t look away,” one of the brothers mumbles, not sure which one. The rest seem to all be staring in disgusted awe.

“Holy schnikes, look how tight her stomach looks! It’s like she’s having triplets!” Mira says, clapping her hands and then staring intently as she notes down all the gory details.

I’m sure she’ll be dropping a book soon with this type of scene in it.

I better put my name down for that one. I’ve read all her others, that’s pretty much where I learned all about gentle lovemaking.

The kind that you have with someone who truly loves you, and who you love.

Feeling Johnny’s gaze on me, I turn and meet his eyes.

His full lips tip up in a crooked smile, revealing his straight white teeth.

I read his words as he mouths “I love you.” My hand raises to my chest, rubbing at the tight feeling as my tummy bursts with butterflies and chickens flapping and all the feelings I resigned myself to never having when I was Royal’s wife.

“I love you,” I mouth back at him, jerking when warm wet hits me the full length of my back, dripping down my hair.

Looking up I’m met with silence and the wide eyes of the DRCM men, all covered in blood and God knows what else.

“Well, she blew a lot quicker than I expected.”

Turning ever so slowly, I gawk at Pops and Chewy, both covered in Renae Sullivan, but looking like the cats that got the cream.

“ Chewy !”

“OK, show’s over folks, thanks for coming and be sure to tip your waitress,” Chewy finishes before turning and walking toward the clean room.