Page 29 of Gypsy Angel

“I know a lass who’s going to be getting that ass spanked something good!” Jep commented, chuckling through the comms.

Viper looked through his binoculars when he saw two women walking into the middle of the meeting wearing nothing but black pants and black tank tops, dirt covering their bodies, stumbling and laughing as they walked into the middle of the large group of men. He watched as the men stopped what they were doing to take stock of the two women, their interest going.

“Jep, keep Marcus on lockdown. I know that’s his wife down there, but if he makes a move, he puts her in danger. Hold until we know what the fuck is going down.” Viper growled into his comms.

“Her arse is going to be sore tomorrow. May need to let her captain know she’s going to need a few days to let her arse heal!” Marcus said darkly into the comms, his fear and anger evident.

“Shite! If those two are here, that means the others are too. Why the fuck are they letting just those two amble down into the lion’s den?” Highlander asked, looking around him now.

“Diesel knows who the leader of the Fangs is down there. They are testing the waters.” Snake answered, being the voice of reason since he knew the whole story. “You boys know these women don’t do anything unless they are sure of an outcome. They have something planned. Those assholes down there think it’s just those two.”

Vipers phone suddenly vibrated. Looking confused towards Highlander, he pulled it out and read the text. ‘Stand down. Keep Marcus on a leash.’

“They know we’re here.” Viper advised Highlander, shaking his head.

“Raso would have been perched in the trees. She must have saw us come in, meaning they know they have backup if shit goes sideways.” Highlander assumed, looking back towards the shitshow. “Marcus, they know we are here. That’s the only reason the lass’s are doing what they are doing. Stand down.”

“How do you want to play this?” Jacko asked, looking at his surroundings for movement.

“Funny, I was going to ask you the same thing. Highlander, you know how these women work way better than I do. How would you handle this?”

“As a husband, everything is screaming to get down there and take everyone one of them arseholes out. As a man who’s worked with these lasses and know how they operate, watch them. Follow their lead. They know we are here, that much is obvious, which is why they are making their moves. Something tells me these arses aren’t going home tonight.”

“Then that’s what we do. Trust our women, despite everything in us screaming to handle business. Then when we get home, their asses are getting red.” Viper decided, before suddenly chuckling at Marcus’s growl sounding long and low in the comms when the rival MCs stepped forward towards Raso.

Viper watched as the two women talked to the head of the Dragon and Fangs MCs, twirling their fingers into their hair, touching the vests, acting like they were drunk hussies whose vehicle broke down and they got lost when they stepped into the woods to use the restroom. He could feel the tension when the bikers started to surround the two women thinking they had new play toys.

It wasn’t until one of the men made a move towards the one named Brocard that the two women struck, taking the leaders of the two MCs down to their knees with a kick to the groin. Suddenly shots rang out making the men draw their weapons. Viper and Highlander cursed as they rose, drawing their weapons and heading to where all hell broke loose.

When the smoke cleared, two members of the Fangs MC and one of the Dragon MC lay dead with a bullet wound to the head. Those not bleeding were on their knees with their hands in the air. Raso, Showalter, Pratt, Sgt. Brocard and Diesel stood in front of the men with their weapons drawn by the time Viper and his men got there.

“Alexandria? You’re dead!”

“Hello Kraven. Unfortunately, you’re not. And no, I’m not dead, but something tells me you already knew that.” Diesel said, her voice cold and dead. “Where’s Krieger?”

“Ah, yes. I guess you would ask about your husband.” Kraven answered, smirking at Diesel, making Viper see red.

“No, asshole. Her husband is standing right here. She’s legally married to me, not some asshat who obviously doesn’t know what it means to be a real man. But then again, you’re doing business with a pissant like Diego here, so that tells me what kind of boys you really are.”

“Keep talking, Viper. You’re only going to bury your entire MC, what doesn’t come crawling to me for safety, since it’s obvious you’re trying to be a goody two shoes. Maybe, once I’m done skull fucking your face, after I put a bullet in it, I’ll take your ole lady here for a few rounds, let her pussy see what a real man feels like.”

Viper had to wince when Diesel started laughing at Diego’s statement, bending over at the waste, laughing heartily. “Babe?”

“Sorry, babe. I had a sudden image of his tiny penis trying to fuck your nostril since that would be the only hole tight enough to feel his prick. See, asshat, this fucker you’re doing business with thought he was a man. Yet, he’s just Krieger’s bitch just like you are. You seriously think that when you’ve built your titty bar that this mother fucker is going to let you run the damn thing? You’re just a pawn like every other MC. When they get what they want, you get two choices, join or die. Since we both know you’re a little bitch you won’t be given a choice, they’ll just put a bullet in your head.”

“You thought you were too good for your family. I see nothing changed, even after Krieger fucked you down a size or two. I remember he said it was a shame you died because you had the tightest pussy he’s ever fucked. It gave him a hard on for days knowing he was your first. He’ll be very happy to know you really are alive, Alexandria.”

The men tensed with Diesel stepped towards her brother-in-law, squatting down in front of him. Viper watched as Pratt and York stepped towards them, their guns trained on Kraven, trigger fingers ready if he made a move.

“Guess what asshat? He’s not going to find out from you. You sorry sons-of-bitches are going to a black site for several days. Krieger won’t be able to find you boys until we’re ready for him to know where you are. By then, it’ll be too late. I’ll let Symon know you say hello and that you cried like a little bitch when they carted you off.”

“Cunt!”

“Aw, such words of affection. Makes my black heart melt! If I find out you, Symon or Krieger laid one fucking hand on my daughter when I get to LA, I will level the entire Fang MC, Krieger and every fucking family member associated with the Fang MC. I give zero fucks if they are blood related. I have my family right here, and they would never do to me what you people did to me.”

“Once a whore, always a whore. Does your husband know how many men you fucked before he got ahold of you?” Kraven smirked towards Viper. “Her real husband did say she was pretty tight…”

Kraven never got to finish his sentence before Viper stepped forward, punching the men clearly in the jaw. Viper kept hitting the man until Diesel’s voice penetrated through the haze of red he was seeing. When Diesel placed her hand on his arm, he looked up at her, worry evident in her face.

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