“We have no answers for you man, it’s just the way it is,” Wire says with a shrug as he leans against the door.
“I’m just glad the Mannings decided to hole up with the kids inside. There is no good way to explain any of this shit to outsiders,” Flack adds.
“Ah shit,” Pops grumbles, “we got a damn fainter. Hold up, Dayz.”
We all watch in fascination as Pops picks up the cattle prod, presses it to the man’s balls and then zaps him. He comes to with a yelp and thrashes about as Chewy attempts to make the same soothing sounds that Lovely made earlier.
“Look, buddy. This will go a lot smoother if you just tell her what she wants to know,” Wire says in a bored voice.
“He’s right you know,” Chewy shrugs. “I have more where this came from,” she waves her needle around again.
“What do I care? You already fucking disintegrated my cock!” Redhead yells.
“Yeah, well, you have plenty more places I can stick this. I might go up the backside next.” Chewy threatens with a grin and starts to move in that direction as the man shrieks, making me jump.
I get why the Ol Ladies wanted to double check that I was going to be OK coming in here. Is it cruel and a little twisted? Yeah, but for some reason I don’t feel guilt or any need to try to talk anyone down or try to help this man. I have an overwhelming urge to need the information Chewy is seeking, too. I want to know who sent him. Why he’s here. Who he works for. I need us to get this information so that the DRMC can put the world back to right, to make it safe not just for me and Kit, but for everyone. Everybody deserves to know their loved ones are safe and sound, and in order to do that some people will have to die. Like this man.
“What the fuck is that?” Pops mutters under his breath before tilting his head slightly.
“Wait.” Chewy frowns, tilting her head the same as Pops, and it’s in this moment that I realize how strong the Tombs genes really are. They are carbon copies of each other. Well, except one is an older man and the other is pregnant.
“That better not be what I think it is,” Pops growls, before storming toward the door, snatching off his goggles and throwing them on the floor.
I share a look with the Ol Ladies and we rush out after Pops and Chewy as a loud engine roars closer and closer. I know it’s not Reid, as this doesn’t have the same comforting sound as the motorcycle pipes I’ve come to love. No, this has the sound of anger as it bears down.
Pops stops abruptly in the drive, eyes at the other end as a navy blue muscle car thing comes barrelling toward us, kicking up rocks and dust.
“Carmelita!” Pops gasps, hand on his chest as he stumbles slightly backwards into Wire.
“Ah, anyone care to explain?” Gallows asks, looking around at the group.
I stare at him wide eyed before turning back to the scene. I have no idea what’s going on, but we’ll all find out as soon as the car comes to a stop. In about two seconds judging by how fast it’s going. A giant dust cloud kicks up as the car skids in front of us and then Pops is there, ripping the door open.
“You motherfucker!”
Pops
I’m going to kill the little shit. Absolutely annihilate him. Howdarehe put his grubby mitts on my baby? My Carmelita? I grab him by the cut and move to drag him out but his sudden flinch reminds me that it was only a couple of days ago that the fucker was shot in the gut. Growling, I shove him back in the seat and get as close as I can get without shoving my tongue down his throat.
“You’ll keep, you cheeky asshole. One day, when you least expect it, I will be there and I will tear you a new asshole.”
Marx’s tired eyes stare me down, but I don’t give a shit. He can stare all he wants. He will get what's coming to him.
“Johnny?” Lovely’s voice snaps me out of our stare down, and I back out of the doorway so my sweet girl can get her man. He’s lucky she loves him, otherwise I would have disposed of him a long time ago.
“Yeah, Buttercup, it’s-”
“You dumb asshole!” My brows jack up at Lovely’s language. “You are meant to be in the hospital! Why are you here? You could have hurt yourself!”
Marx blows out a long breath and then pulls himself frommycar. My baby. “I know, but, fuck Buttercup, I can’t lie thereknowing you and my little girl are all the way out here and there are fuckers lined up trying to hurt you. I had to be near you.”
Lovely frowns and crosses her arms over her chest, staring down her Ol Man. Glancing around I notice Gallows’ and Mercy’s heads ping ponging back and forth like it’s some damn exciting reality tv show. Although, me and the Girl Gang are doing the same thing, so perhaps it is.
“I love you Johnny, but you are a pig headed idiot.” She jabs a finger in his direction. “If you think you’re going to be here barking out orders and being all alpha male, then think again. You are on light duties and Gallows and Mercy can do all the heavy lifting until Rhodie and Dex return.”
“But Buttercup -”
“Don’t ‘but Buttercup’ me, mister! Argh, I am just so damn angry at you Johnny Pax-”
