Page 17 of Liberating Mallory

Carter looked at Pratt for several minutes. I’ll get Brody to find a place. Let me and Jordyn do the interrogation. No need for your hands to get dirty.”

“Fine, but I want to be there when it goes down…” Pratt started to say before Carter cut her off.

“No! If anything happens to you during that interrogation, your husband will have my ass and I’ll have no choice but to stand there and take it. Absolutely not.” Carter said, not giving an inch.

“Look, I respect your authority as a dom, Carter. If this wasn’t work, or Mallory’s life on the line, I’d do as you say. This is work. With you, Brody, and Jordyn there, nothing will happen to me. Besides, I’ll have York and Diesel with me, so there’s no way that Rodney will be able to get loose and near me.” Pratt shrugged, winking at Carter.

Carter stared Pratt down until he felt a hand on his arm. Looking over at Jordyn, he waited for her to speak. “I’ll take responsibility for her. With you and Brody dealing with Rodney, there’s no way he’ll get loose.”

Several seconds passed before Carter spoke. “You will do as Brody, and I say, or I will get in touch with your husband and let him know you disobeyed. I’ll even inform Ian, who will then inform your husband how to tan that pregnant ass without hurting the baby. Are we clear?”

“Yes, sir!” Pratt said, lowering her head, respecting Carter’s authority before looking over at Jordyn with a wink.

“Brat!” Carter muttered, kissing the top of Pratt’s head quickly before he walked away as he pulled out his phone.

“He means it, Red. He doesn’t want you near this if it goes bad.” Jordyn said, giving Pratt a warning.

“I know and I get it! Any other time I would do as he asked and let you three handle it. But this…this I need to be there when this goes down.” Pratt said, with pleading in her eyes.

“Do what they say, if they order you to get the hell out of there, you get the hell out of there. Don’t make him regret this decision. It’s already going to eat at him enough as it is.” Jordyn said, sighing as she watched Carter on the phone.

“I wouldn’t do that to him or Brody, Jordyn. I respect the hell out of you guys. I would never do anything to jeopardize our friendship.” Pratt promised Jordyn as she watched Carter walk back over towards the group.

“Brody has a place. Jordyn and I will deal with rounding up Rodney. You guys go, pick up Brody and meet us at the location.” Carter ordered Pratt and Diesel.

Pratt and Diesel left, heading to the hotel to pick up York and Brody. Carter and Jordyn headed outside to their vehicle and waited for Rodney and his attorney to come out since they knew the attorney was going to pull some strings to get Rodney out. They managed to convince the sheriff to let him be released, so that they could follow him to see where he would go or what he would do. What Rodney wasn’t aware of was that his cell phone had been bugged so that they knew if he made any phone calls once he got his personal effects back.

Once Pratt and Diesel picked up Brody and York, they received a text informing them that the package was retrieved. The four drove to a secluded area where Carter and Jordyn were waiting for them by their rental car. When they got out of the SUV, they could hear the muffled pounding coming from the trunk of the vehicle.

“Sounds like you guys have a trapped rat or something in your vehicle. Wanna check it out?” Diesel cracked, pounding her fist on the trunk of the car when the pounding started again.

“You know she’s going to have fun with this shit.” York reminded Pratt, shaking her head, smirking at Diesel fucking with the package in the trunk.

“She does this kind of stuff?” Jordyn asked, amusement in her voice.

“Oh yeah! She loves this kind of stuff. I think if she’d gone military, she would have been an interrogator and probably would have scared the shit out of the big dogs with how much fun she has with it. She’d probably give you two a run for your money on the interrogation side of things.” Pratt answered, winking at Carter who just shook his head, trying to hide his amusement at Diesel.

“Okay, let’s get the trapped rat inside and get him ready. I’ve already got most of the place set up for what we need.” Carter advised everyone as they walked towards the house, letting Carter and Brody get the package out of the trunk.

11

“You mother fuckers are going to be sorry you ever fucked with me.” Rodney screamed at everyone gathered in the room.

Pratt, Diesel, York, Jordyn, Brody, and Carter all looked around at each other, shrugging. “You fuck your momma?” Diesel asked Pratt, York and Jordyn.

“Nope!” York scrunched her nose up as if hiding her gag reflex.

“Not in a million years.” Jordyn responded at the same time.

“Hell to the naw! Carter, you or Brody fuck yo mommas?”” Pratt asked, blowing a bubble with a piece of gum she was chewing.

“No, but I’ve played with a mother before. Does that count?” Carter responded cheekily, earning a glare from Jordyn.

“Damn it! He stole my line!” Brody grumbled, fiddling with his laptop.

“Well, if Fancy has a baby, then you’ll be fucking a momma.” Diesel popped up, causing the rest of the group to choke on their laughter when Brody perked up.

“You stupid bitches think you’re so funny. Let me down from this fucking hook and I’ll show you who’s boss. You bitches need to be taught that men are the superior species and you’re only good for fucking, producing brats and fixing my damn food after I fuck you!”

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