Narrowing my eyes, I handed it over. “Ow fucker, that’s my nuts!” I yelled as Bolo sprayed my dick with the sprayer. It was the first fucking place he hit.
“Gotta get all the shit off you. You don’t want cow shit on your junk, that’s how you get syphilis."
“That doesn’t make any fucking se- Ugh!” I moved my hands to cover my nuts and the fucker sprayed me right in the mouth.
“You talk to your mother with that mouth? Shameful!” he gloated. “I better wash that out with soap. Teach you to speak like a gentleman!”
The motherfucker had actually switched the soap on, so in addition to the high pressure water trying to drown me, I now had a mouth full of soapy water being forced down my throat.
With one hand on my balls and one shielding my mouth I shouted, “You’re so fucking dead! You better not sleep for the next month because I’m coming for you!”
“Make sure you get his ass crack, too,” Relay told Bolo as he watched. “Didn’t your mother teach you how to wipe your ass? You smell like shit,” he said to me, laughing at his own version of a joke. It was a shitty joke.
Lunging forward, I snagged the sprayer from Bolo and handed it to Rue. “I trust you more than them.”
She finished spraying me down then we headed over to the building. I let my nervous system regulate as we headed intoward the kids. The relief that Rue and Ryan were safe hit me like a ton of bricks, but there wasn’t time to give in to it. We had work to do.
CHAPTER 28
Overdrive
“Where are we going?” Rue asked, looking around.
I’d left my motorcycle a few blocks away from the meat packing plant in a parking garage and we’d walked here. One of my brothers would come pick it up later after they got the kids settled. Some minor cosmetic repairs and it’d be good as new.
I opened the door to a big rig and helped her climb in. “You’ll see,” I told her as I got in and backed the truck and cattle trailer sitting outside the meat packing plant. “I’ve got some unfinished business,” I told her.
“What kind of business?” she asked, her eyes glued to me as I turned and looked over my shoulder while maneuvering the trailer toward the loading bay doors. She was watching me the way Norman looked at a steak I was putting on the grill.
I grinned at her, then winked, just to see the flush heat up her skin when she realized I caught her ogling me. “You’ll see.” Asmuch as I’d like to drag her into the back seat of the cab, we had a job to do and it was time sensitive.
We hopped out of the truck and she watched as I threw open the doors to the packing plant. “Alright. Let’s go help some innocents.”
She frowned, looking worried. She followed me into the area where the pens were and gasped when she saw the cows. “Oh my God.” She immediately went up to one of the heifers and laid her hand on the beast’s forehead. “We’re getting them out of here?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at me.
“Yeah.”
“Good.” The tense expression on her face relaxed. “Can we keep them?”
Chuckling, I shook my head. “Not exactly room at the clubhouse for this many cows.”
“Can I keepone?”
Sighing, I realized I should’ve expected this. Rue’s heart was as big as Alaska. “In a manner of speaking.”
“What does that mean?”
“You’ll see.” I dragged cattle panels around, making a chute to corral them into the trailer. I wasn’t a pro at this by any means, but I’d seen Warrant and the other Wyoming guys do it a couple times. Come to think of it, I was pretty sure they were ‘liberating’ cows then, too. Which was to say those cows weren’t theirs.
“What about the kids?” Rue asked, helping me by swatting some of the cattle on their rears to get them moving. It was only a few hours after we took care of Carrick and his crew. Neither these animals, nor the kids Carrick had collected, could wait any longer for the help they needed.
“The others are taking care of them,” I told her.
“What does that mean?” she asked, petting the cow she was walking alongside.
“They found a church that has an orphanage that will take them in.”
“That’s amazing,” she said with a happy smile.
