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Chewy

“ M iss, can you please stop tapping,” The reception lady asks, her brows pinched with what I’m guessing is irritation, staring at my right hand rhythmically tapping out a beat.

“I would like to say yes, but I’m unsure. Sometimes my fingers have a mind of their own.”

Her frown deepens and I know that I have most definitely irritated her. “Why are you still here? I told you that I can’t send you through to see Sergeant Davies without you stating what your business is.”

My left brow pulls in, which is new, they usually both move at the same time. I’ll investigate that later. Right now I need to get away from this reception desk. It smells weird and the nonstop ringing phones will give me a headache if I have to keep standing here.

“That is untrue. I believe you asked me what my business was and I told you that I declined to answer your question. It’s between Davies and I.”

She lets out a long sigh, rolling her eyes and I think I may be wearing her down. “Is he expecting you?”

I stare at her, making eye contact so she knows I’m serious. “Just tell him Tuesday Tombs is here to see him.”

She gives me a suspicious look. I know that one from my flashcards. It’s kinda side squinty with a pinched mouth. Although it’s hard to tell because this woman has had a pinched unhappy mouth this whole conversation. She presses a button on her phone, gives me a funny look then swivels around in her chair so I can’t stare at her. Or hear her conversation. Joke’s on her, I have phenomenal hearing. She places the phone down, stares at me and then shuffles some papers. Before I can complain Moss catches my eye, walking purposefully down the hall toward us.

“Tuesday, good to see you. You wanted to speak with me?” He stands in front of me, and I dart my eyes around the foyer I’m standing in.

“Can we go somewhere private? Oh, maybe an interrogation room? I haven’t been in one at this station.”

Moss’s brows jump up, “But you’ve been in them in other stations?”

“Of course I have.”

He shakes his head, then gestures to follow him. But we don’t get anywhere near an interrogation room. Instead he leads me to what must be his desk. It’s tidy, and there’s a picture of two little boys which I’m guessing are his twins. I don’t know much about them, other than someone mentioned he has them and he’s a single dad. I never asked because I didn’t care, but now I’m wondering if perhaps I should mention them now. He gestures to a chair and I’ve missed my chance. Shrugging, I look around the room and I don’t like how everything is situated.

“The furniture in this room is terribly organized.” I frown at a desk sitting at a 70 degree angle to his with no rhyme or reason.

He gives me a puzzled look, before looking around, “I guess. It’s always been like this.”

“Well, I don’t care for it. I’m going to move this desk a little before I can sit down.” I do exactly that, the legs of the desk making an awful screeching noise as I drag it further from Moss’s desk, and spinning it slightly so it sits flush against the wall, not jutting out of it into Moss’s space. “There.” I clap my hands, then take a seat.

“Well, thanks for that,” Moss says drily, “So, what brings you here?”

“I need your help.”

“OK. In what way?”

I squint at him a little, running my plan through my mind once more, looking for kinks. Finding none, I hit Moss with a look. “I need you to accompany me to find Rhodie’s daughter.”

He leans back in his chair. “You mean the daughter that neither of you know about? The one the Manwitch spoke of? I thought you didn’t believe in his visions?”

I don’t usually, however, what he said hit a nerve. Never once did I think that we would have children. Not for any real reason other than I’m very busy. But once the seed was planted I saw how Rhodie interacted with the MC kids. He’s a good man and good with children. He’s patient and kind, he listens to them and respects their thoughts and feelings. Rhodie is the very best of men and he deserves to help raise a good human just like him.

“I didn’t. But I can’t explain how he knew where to find Violet or the children. Trust me, I’ve looked into everything.”

“Right. So because of lack of evidence you believe an ex-Bratva who has visions and you need my help to find a child that apparently belongs to you and Rhodie.” I nod in reply. He’s cleverer than I thought. “How will you know which child is your one?”

“Not sure. But the Manwitch was confident, and so am I.” I move to stand. “So, are you coming?”

“I kinda have a job here, Chewy.”

My eyes flick to the giant clock on the wall. “You clock off in half an hour. I’ve already arranged things with your family. They will take care of your twins. This won’t take long.”

He stares at me, perhaps in shock. I’m not overly sure. “You rearranged my whole life to get me to come on a crazy mission to find a child you know nothing about and you want to leave in 30 minutes?”

“Exactly!” I grin at him.

He starts spluttering, moving papers across his desk, huffing a little. “You can’t be serious and expect me to drop everything.”

“Yes I can. Candice Rogers will be there.”

He freezes, the only thing moving are his eyes as they turn to look at me. “Am I bringing her in?”

“Nope.”

He blinks. Once, twice. “Well, when you say it like that, I think I can free up some time.”

Rhodie

It’s been a long fucking day and I’m glad that the little cabin Chewy and I live in is far enough away from the garage that I get a good ride home. Riding my sled, the wind blowing through my hair, is the very best way to get rid of the bullshit of the day. If that wasn’t fucking blissful enough, knowing that I’ll be going home to my woman is the fucking cherry on top.

I pull into the long drive, idling down it until I stop outside our cabin. Kicking down the stand, I throw my leg over and then stomp my way up the little front steps. As per usual the door is unlocked when I turn the handle and walk through it. For someone that works in security, Chewy really is relaxed about the security in her own home. Although I guess having her home nestled between her brothers and Pops probably helps.

“Babe? You here?”

I knock on the kitchen island as I walk past, looking for my woman. The most perfect woman in the world, a woman made just for me. Yeah, shes fucking quirky and perhaps a bit unhinged, but fuck it, she’s mine and I love her.

“Babe?”

I look through the spare bedroom, and the bathroom, finding the house empty. Huh. That’s weird.

She would have finished work by now so I’m guessing she’s at the clubhouse. She’s been working like a woman possessed on finding that Happy Values bitch, Candice, so I’m sure she’s in Wire’s domain doing her thing. I slam the door shut behind me, mount my ride and pull out. I mean, getting more wind therapy time is always a good thing. My eyes scan the road as I head through town. The nights are warmer with summer on the way and soon the streets will be filled with kids on summer break. Rose Grove is a cozy town that draws families in. In the summer there are packs of kids hanging out with their friends at the Square, or even at the swimming pool. There’s rivers young people like to head off to and parents trust that the town is safe. To an extent it is, the DRMC will keep it as safe as we can, but we’d all feel a fuck ton better getting rid of Candice Rogers once and for all.

Pulling into the clubhouse I raise a chin at Niko. TumTum still mans the gate, even after getting his patch, but on certain days he takes one for the team and lets Niko sit out there. I smirk to myself as I park up. No prospect likes gate duty, it’s the shittiest of all the jobs we hand out, and yet TumTum loves it. Go figure.

“Hey brother,” Tank lifts his chin as he leads the way into the clubhouse.

“Yo, how’s things?”

“Fucking amazing,” Tank grins, beelining for his woman who, as usual, is parked up at a table, laptop at the ready.

I slap him on the back, fucking happy for him. He used to be quiet, reserved and not unhappy, but not the best version of himself that I see now. As opposed to Judge who has been in one hell of a fucking mood since storming out of the diner two months ago. Shrugging off the thought, I head for the Computas.

“Yo babe - fuck!” I spin, covering my eyes, avoiding looking at Wire’s ass pumping away.

“Shit! What do you want?!” Wire growls, and hell, I would too if I was interrupted.

A year or so ago I wouldn’t have thought anything of seeing a brother fucking anyone. Hell, we used to all fuck in the common room during our wild parties. Then the brothers started falling and now we’ve all become far more aware about giving each other privacy. Mainly because no one wants their ass beat.

“Sorry, Remy,” I apologize. Fuck Wire, he should have known to take that shit to the private side of his suite. I also vow to never sit in either of their chairs. “Just looking for my woman.”

“Um, I haven’t seen her today,” Remy’s soft voice answers.

“What?” I spin around, thankfully Remy is sitting primly in her chair as Wire has his unbuttoned jeans pulled up, and is scowling at me.

“I saw her earlier today, but she said she was working on something,” Wire grumbles.

“What time was that?”

“Around 3?”

I turn and head for our room, bursting through the door. The room is empty, looking exactly as we left it, except for the open wardrobe door with her go bag missing. The go bag she uses on missions with her brothers. Her brothers who are in the common room with their women as we speak. I take a deep breath, but it does little to calm me. The memories of the first and last time she left me flood my memory. My feet move of their own accord, not stopping until I’m standing in the middle of the common room, surrounded by my family. But not the one person who completes me.

“Yo, has anyone seen Chewy?”

“She mentioned something about having an errand to run,” Ana says, rocking Chomper in his stroller.

“What kind of errand? Did she say where she was going?” My voice rises and I just know that something is wrong.

Jules is busy messing around on his phone, and I know that something isn’t quite right. “Why the fuck is she headed toward Roxburgh?”

“What the fuck?! She never said anything about leaving town. Her phone is off and her go bag is gone.” I scrub my hands through my hair. Why the fuck would she be going there? Fucking Pops, I bet he has something to do with this. “Pops!” I bellow.

“Keep your hair on kid. Shit! What’s your problem?” Pops growls.

“Fuck, you’re here. I figured it was some bullshit idea you came up with.” Fuck. If he’s here she’s on her own somewhere. Which is fucking dangerous as she has a habit of offering herself up to be kidnapped.

“Gee, thanks asshole.” Pops rolls his eyes.

I scrub my hands through my hair, trying to ignore the looks Gus and Jules share.

“She’s hunting,” Jules says aloud, Gus nodding in agreement.

“Yesssss,” Vi says under her breath, a little fist pump action going on. “What?” she asks, wide-eyed.

My fists clench and unclench. What the hell is she thinking? She doesn’t need to do this shit, that’s what I’m here for. How the fuck am I meant to protect her if she does this? I blow out a breath, aiming my gaze at the men who are my brothers-in-law. “Tell me where she is, I need to get to her, what if she needs help?”

“I saw Moss leave with her,” one of Vi’s sisters says, looking confused over what’s happening.

“What the actual fuck!?”

Before I can demand that someone call Moss, the other sister holds up her hand. “His phone is off, too.”

My big brother stands in the doorway, hands on hips, watching the whole scene go down. He turns to look at Jules, “How long do you let her hunt before you step in?”

“She knows to check in after 6 hours. Then 12, 18, and 24. If we haven’t heard from her we go in,” Tav answers.

“Well, let’s let her hunt,” Marx says, nodding.

What the fuck? No, Pres or not that’s a shit call. “But-”

“No buts, brother. Your woman is dangerous and she knows how to do this. Her methods are a little unorthodox,” My brows raise because that’s a fucking understatement. “but she always gets results. You need to trust her, brother.” Marx says, staring me in the eye.

The fight starts to leave my body. He’s right. She’s all those things and so much more. “Fuck I know all that, but she doesn’t need to hunt anymore, she has me to do it for her.”

“We love when our big, strong men do things for us, but sometimes we like to do it for ourselves,” Ana says. “Chewy is more than capable of doing this, Rhodie. Trust her. Besides, if she’s left you here, it’s for a reason.”

My shoulders slump under the weight of Chewy being out there on her own, and yet I know that what they all say is true. Chewy is fucking special, so for this moment I will trust her. But mark my words, I will be tanning that plump ass of hers when she gets home.