Page 77 of Gypsy Angel

“Let’s get the party started. So, Blu, what do you do for Symon?” Diesel started walking around the suspect.

“Whatever the fuck the boss wants, bitch!”

“Aw, that’s not nice. I mean, I simply asked a question, and you want to be a jerk. I could be mean and talk about your little dick. Might want to learn what manscaping is. But then again, when we are done with you, where you’re going, that won’t be an option. Lots of guys like the jungle theme there.”

“Fuck you!”

“Nah. No thanks. You’ll get plenty of being bent over and fucked in the ass in prison. Where’s Raven?” Diesel asked as she picked up the paring knife that was on the table.

“Fuck you!”

“Highlander, have Clarance come in here and do the dirty work. I do it, I’ll kill him.” Diesel admitted, running the paring knife over Blu’s cock.

“You bitches won’t do shit.” Blu scoffed, spitting at Diesel.

“The real bitch will be screaming in soprano is 3…2…1…” Pratt counted down on her fingers.

Soon as Pratt said one, Blu started screaming at the top of his lungs, tears and snot coming down his face. Showalter, York, and Pratt leaned against the wall in the room they were in and started picking their nails, ignoring what was going on in the room.

“Told him.” Pratt mumbled as she looked over at the men.

“Where’s Raven?” Diesel asked again, keeping the knife where it was against Blu’s balls.

“S-S-Symon has a secret room tunnel that goes to the building behind the club. I’m the only one who knows about it. When he took the girl, that’s where he kept her. He purposely keeps the building looking abandoned because of the cops.”

“How did he come by her?” Diesel asked again as Clarance walked into the room, a syringe in his hand.

“The friend. She came to Symon, saying she had a girl he would be interested in. She was trying to move in on her man or something.” Blu chuckled, slightly struggling to see if he could get loose.

“What did Symon say when he saw her?” Diesel continued, digging the knife into Blu, making him whimper.

“He was salivating when he saw the girl. Thought he was hallucinating at first. Kept mumbling about his fantasies coming true. Kept calling her Alexandria. Nearly blew his fucking top when she told him her name was Raven and that she didn’t know who that was. Kicked him in the balls.”

“How do I get to the tunnel? How do I get to Raven?” Diesel asked, fed up with getting nowhere.

“His skeleton key. He keeps it around his neck.”

Diesel didn’t wait for him to finish. She looked at Clarance, giving him the nod. She would not wait. They only had so much time before Krieger showed up. They needed to get Raven out of the club before they could lay the main trap to nail Krieger and his crew.

“We’re not cutting his hand off, D. Clarance, is there a drug we can give him, make him compliant, controllable so that we can get to Raven before Krieger shows up and you guys can lay your traps?” Pratt pushed forward, knowing her best friend’s train of thought.

Everyone ran into the room where Symon was being held to find him standing in the middle of the room looking around. When Diesel entered the room, Symon turned to glare at her.

“Where the fuck am I?” Symon demanded, his eyes blazing into Diesel.

“Where the fuck is Raven?” Diesel cut to the chase.

“You mean that sweet morsel that whore Katrina sold to me to save her pathetic life?” Symon burst into laughter as he held his chest.

Diesel stood there and stared at her brother. He’d always been her worst nightmare growing up and after the things he’d done to her. She felt the presence of her team and Viper behind her.

“I believe my wife asked you a question. Where’s Raven?” Viper seethed beside her, taking his stance next to her.

“I can speak to my whore of a sister however…”

Symon didn’t get to finish his sentence. Viper was on him punching as soon as the word whore was out of his mouth. Clarence looked around the room when he realized no one was making a move.

“Do…not…call…my…wife…a…whore…again!” Viper growled between each punch.

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