Page 3 of Gypsy Angel

“Is that so?” Viper grinned really big. “Well damn, the night is starting to look up after all.”

Viper smacked Cowboy on the back as they walked out of the gym. “Tell the others and see if they want to go. Candy been checked on?”

“Yep. Her hospital bill is being taken care of. I talked to her landlord and took care of her rent and a couple of her other bills that we know of. Jacko and I are going to take some groceries and toys over for her and the little girl tomorrow.”

THREE

“Seriously Diesel, you need to just stop with the dating apps. Especially if Showalter recommends them.” Raso advised, grabbing a case of beer out of the fridge to pass around to her friends.

“Now come on lasses, it couldn’t have been that bad!” Lt. Joseph ‘Highlander’ MacLeod said as he reached around his wife to help her open her beer bottle that Raso had just handed her.

“Um, babe, Joker has better pick up lines then this asshole did.” Pratt advised her husband, taking her beer from him after he took swig of her drink.

“Ach, that bad?” Marcus ‘Pats’ MacLeod asked, walking into the house, with a ‘kiss the cook’ apron on, a spatula in one hand and his wife’s ass in the other as he placed a long-passionate kiss on her lips.

“Yep. Diesel simply asked him what his name was so she knew what she would be screaming later…” Raso started to explain when both men groaned.

“Seriously, ye stole that bullshite line, out of all of his other ones?” Highlander groaned, shaking his head at Diesel.

“What? It’s a good one. Usually works too.” Diesel defended herself, sticking her tongue out at Highlander.

“Yeah, if the asshole has at least one brain cell. This asshole has zero! A fucking politician has at least one damn brain cell…” Rameriez advised, taking a drink of her beer.

“Hell, Sampson has one damn brain cell in her body, this mother fucker told you to call him ‘Professor’ since his dick was going to be educating your twat in about five minutes. When you told him to go upstairs to his room and get ready, you’ll give him time to freshen up, he fucking ran!” Sgt. Brocard said loudly, standing up to make sure everyone heard.

“Girl, please that fool didn’t run, he left like the hounds of hell were chasing him. Didn’t even register she didn’t ask for the room number or shit. Mary Anne over there literally watched this fucker skip, run and then flop his fucking ass out of the bar, into the elevator and disappear.” York finished, laughing so hard she had tears coming down her eyes.

“I took her phone, deleted her account and that fucking app, all while telling Showalter if she ever did that shit again, I was cutting all her leathers and telling every fucking Dom she worked with that she was on restriction and not allowed to come for a solid fucking month.” Captain Kathrine Irby said as she walked into the room, her husband Larry following behind trying to hide his laughter.

“Wait, ye were there too?” Marcus asked in shock, looking at each of Alpha Squad for confirmation.

“Oh yeah. When we saw the dude’s profile. We showed the captain and she even showed up. Talk about a shitstorm! Dudeee!” Pratt prolonged the ‘e’ as she rolled her eyes.

“I fucking hate every single one of you.” Diesel griped as she grabbed another beer from the bar and took a long swig.

“Well, I’m sure I can help you out there hot stuff.” A male voice cracked from the doorway.

“Fuck me running! Who invited the damn cock roaches?” Diesel glared at Raso who just looked away, as if she didn’t just see who walked into the room.

“I did!” Marcus said, walking into the trap, not seeing the others slightly shake their heads.

“Shit, did she say the guy claimed his name was the professor?” Kermit asked, walking up to the group, having heard part of the conversation.

“Yeah, why?” Pratt answered hesitantly, staring at Kermit.

“Shit! Um, Viper you may want send Keller home.”

“What the fuck?” The man that the team had seen the night before yelled out as he walked into the room with Cowboy.

“Wait, you told these guys your name was Professor?” Viper asked, amusement in his voice.

The man in question stood five feet ten inches, bald head, shit-brown eyes, scrawny as hell, and looked to be in his early twenties. “What? It’s not a crime. I don’t have time for hearts and flowers and all that other bullshit women want to demand a man gives them. All I wanted to do was tear that ass up.”

“Never said I wanted hearts and flowers. We both know your ass ain’t no damn professor and I’ve yet to see a man who can tear this ass up. I’m usually bored with you little boys within a minute of you playing once you see the pussy.” Diesel fired back, daring the kid in front of everyone.

“Bitch, please, all the girls scream for a ride on this dick, he’s the professor.”

“Call her a bitch again!” Viper warned, growling at the kid who literally ignored him.

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