Page 57 of Gypsy Angel

“My favorite was the one where Dom walked into a bar because of a call that they thought you were drunk, only to find out you four were undercover as strippers.” Jacko winked at Pratt, who burst into heavy laughter at the same time as the other three women did as well.

“Oh shit! That night was fucking hilarious! If I remember correctly, it was Pratt and Diez on the pole while York and I were out there in the cages dancing to Motley Crue’s “Girls, Girls, Girls’!” Showalter reminded the two men of the scene.

“Fuckers failed to tell me it was the titty bar they were at,” Dom fake gaged.

“You were a cop, dumbass! You should have known what it was when they gave you the name of the club!” Pratt chided her brother, who stuck his tongue out at her.

“I had just graduated from the academy after being in the army for the last ten years. Spank you very much!” Dom argued back, crossing his arms against his chest.

“Ok, I’ll give you that, big brother!” Pratt laughed as she looked back over at Reginald, who was trying to get his hands free of the rope.

“What’s on your mind, Red?” Showalter asked, looking between her and Reginald.

“I think Reginald is lying about the whole situation. We know from reports that Katrina’s mom was sent to prison for murdering her ex-lover, Katrina’s father, two years ago. Katrina and Raven became friends shortly after she went into the group home. According to Nadia, the group home went under investigation because of an anonymous report a year ago about McBride and some girls going missing. Oz found a report on Reggie here. He’s actually twenty-one but can pass for younger with his looks. What if he and Katrina were cohorts together to either recruit or find girls to fill a stable?”

“Red is right. We know the Red Dragons wanted to overthrow several MC’s and had even made comments back in San Diego about taking out the Satan’s Outlaws. We know that’s impossible considering how large they are but doesn’t stop dumbasses like these guys from thinking that. What if they were trying to build their reputation and pad their coffins with the flesh trade?” Showalter agreed, looking between Pratt, York and Diesel.

“Honestly, wouldn’t be that hard in the group homes. They are overcrowded, understaffed, and most social workers, no matter how hard they try, can’t keep up with all the kids in the homes. Too many falls through the cracks. We’ve seen it time and time again. Especially with the foster homes. They send the kids in without proper checks. What if Katrina is the same as Reggie?” Diesel crossed her arms across her chest, chewing on her thumbnail.

“What do you mean?” York asked, tilting her head and looking at Diesel.

“What if she’s really over eighteen, but because of her looks, she can pass for younger and goes into the high schools to find other victims?”

“Who in their right might would go undercover in a high school? Especially these days?” Showalter shivered as she suddenly turned to look at Reggie, who had got loose with no one noticing.

“Fuck!”

All four women jumped into action when Reggie had landed on his feet, hands free, and lunged at Diesel, since she was the closest to him. When Reggie swung on Diesel, she caught his arm and gripped it, immediately putting Reggie’s arm into an arm bar hard enough to snap the bone as she took him down, her knee going into his back as she pulled his arm behind him. Reginald screamed and cursed at them, fighting as the four women worked in tandem to take him down, zip tying his arms behind him.

“You broke my fucking arm!” Reginald screamed as the women continued to hold him down. “It’s fucking police brutality!”

“Technically, we’re not on the clock and we’re not wearing badges. This shit is personal, asshole!” Pratt growled at Reginald as she gripped his fingers and twisted when he tried to buck them off.

“Enough fucking around. Where are Katrina and Raven?” Diesel demanded, gripping Reginald by the hair on his head.

“Katrina is with her man, Woody. Woody is our new prez of the Red Dragons, since Diego didn’t return from San Diego!” Reginald cried out when Diesel and Pratt shrugged as they twisted and pulled more.

“Diego isn’t coming back from San Diego. He’s been indisposed. So has Kraven of the Fangs. I may decide to allow the rumor to start that Diego did away with Kraven and have the Dragons dealt with.” Showalter offered, moving behind the group and letting her booted foot lightly touch Reginald’s balls.

The men noticed that when the women took Reginald down, his legs sprawled, allowing Showalter to maneuver between them, giving her ample space to walk up behind him and get into position. When she lowered her foot down to his balls, that was peeking out between his legs with the way he was lying on his stomach, the men stepped back and winced at the howl that Reginald let out.

“Ok! Ok! Get the amazon bitch off my balls! Fuck! Katrina is one of the recruiters. She’s been with Woody from the get-go. Her mother was Diego’s bitch until she got popped for shanking her ex when he made noise about Katrina being with the Dragons. Fucker was military and had been stationed in Korea, Germany and Afghanistan since she was little. She was never faithful to him, which is why he divorced the bitch. But Diego kept that bitch in her place like the whore that she is. Even sold her own fucking daughter to Woody when ordered to. They put Katrina in the group home to monitor McBride because the bitch wasn’t doing as ordered. She had her sights set on getting to Diego. He can’t stand the bitch. Woody ordered me to keep an eye on both fucking whores. Touch Katrina? No, she is Woody’s bitch. She was loyal to him, to a fault. I’ve only been fucking McBride, as ordered.”

“Wait, McBride is a Red Dragon? Damn, I thought you boys had standards. Guess not!” York tsked as she stood up when she saw Showalter kept her foot near Reginald’s balls.

“Fuck no, that bitch isn’t a Red Dragon. She wants to be, has tried for years to get with Diego, even when he was with Katrina’s bitch of a mother. I’ve answered your fucking questions. Get this bitch off my fucking balls!”

“If she’s not a Red Dragon, then why does she keep helping them? What do they have on her that has her breaking every fucking rule on the planet to help them when the one she wants doesn’t even fucking pay attention to her?” Diesel wondered out loud, looking around at her friends.

“She definitely doesn’t look MC material. She’s got no tattoos from what we could tell…” York started to say but stopped when Reginald started laughing into the floor.

“That’s because the bitch’s real name isn’t Cynthia McBride.” Reginald continued to laugh, shaking his head as best he could.

“Ok, then clue the rest of us in. What’s her real name?” Pratt asked, stepping up beside Showalter, placing her foot on his ass crack and pressing where she knew his dick was laying and would hurt when she pressed him down on it as Showalter put pressure on his balls at the same time.

“Debora Christensen” Reginald screamed out in pain, crying at the pressure he was feeling from the two women.

“Why would she change her name?” York asked her teammates, who applied more pressure to Reginald’s body parts.

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