Page 63 of Gypsy Angel

“Only you two go in. The rest wait here with me and Pickles.”

“Pickles? Seriously?” Pratt laughed, leaning forward on her bike to look at the other prospect he one talking pointed at. “They must really hate you to nickname you that.”

“It’s alright, ma’am. It’s because of my love of pickles.” The kid shrugged, blushing at Pratt.

“Nice. Anyway, short shit, not happening. My esteemed prez goes through those gates, we go through those gates. I don’t trust you or anyone else in this compound. No offense there, Pickles. Viper, I suggest we take that Sin dude up on his offer for a meeting to let him know what we know about Diego and their missing boys.”

“Works for me. Domme, make the call. You’re the one with the rapport with this Sin guy. Set up a meeting, since the Red Dragons don’t want this information.” Viper ordered, looking back at Showalter. Once he had relayed the information to the group, he then swirled his fingers around to give the signal for the gang to start up their motorcycles and move away from the gate.

Once all the engines had started and the group started moving their motorcycles backwards away from the gate, the prospect that had called Diesel a bitch pulled out his phone to relay they were leaving the gates of the compound. Before they could get more than a few feet away from the gate, the prospect and Pickles came running up to Viper, waving their arms to get their attention.

“The prez wants a word with you. Wait here. He’s on his way to see you.”

“I didn’t hear the word ‘please’. Did you, babe?” Diesel tilted her head to the side, waiting to see if the prospect answered.

“Please?” the prospect responded with a sneer.

“Good boy!” Diesel winked at the kid, who just rolled his eyes.

“See, you can teach a doggie new tricks when they get older!” Pratt quipped to Diesel, clapping.

“Our wives are so going to get us in trouble!” Highlander mumbled to Viper with a chuckle.

“Maybe, but if we survive said trouble, we can take it out on their asses later on.” Viper murmured back, smirking at his wife, who looked over at him with a smirk of her own on her lips.

“Maybe York will push Jacko over the ledge, so he’ll take that stick out of his arse, finally.” Highlander mumbled back before chuckling when Jacko and York both flipped him and Viper off when Viper nodded his agreement.

Several minutes later, a tall lanky guy in blue jeans, a raggedy t-shirt and his black cut came out of the front gate of the compound. His hair was a dark almond brown and looked oily, as if it hadn’t been washed in several days. It was long and shaggy, hanging past his shoulders. He had a beard that looked unkept, long and wiry, that was past his breastbone. So not attractive. Looked like he was someone who was in hiding and had a hard time not showing his power. Oh yeah, they were going to have fun with this dude.

Diesel turned to look at Pratt, Showalter, and York and gave them a nod. All four women got off the motorcycles, deciding it was time to take control, seeing as how easy it would be to deal with Woody. Diesel leaned over into Viper’s ear and whispered something to him at the same time York and Pratt did to their men.

Diesel walked forward with Showalter, Pratt and York at her back, surrounding her. All four women walked towards Woody with shit-eating grins on their faces. Woody glared at the women while side-eyeing the men, who crossed their arms and leaned back on their motorcycle seats to watch the show.

“Hello, Woodsy. I’m Diesel, or as your prospect over there called me, ‘Bitch’! I’m about to earn that name really well. So here are your options. We have a meeting about Diego and the Golden Fangs, or I can have my associate set up a meeting with Sin and explain to him how you truly came into power.”

Diesel smirked when Woody broke out into laughter. “How do you bitches figure that shit happened? This shit should be hilariously good.”

“Easy peasy. You promised Carlito, the enforcer for the San Diego chapter the VP position of the entire Red Dragon organization. All homeboy had to do was take out Kraven, the VP of the Golden Fangs and brother-in-law of Sin, while they were in San Diego looking at some property the Red Dragons were looking into purchasing for a joint venture down there. Instead, you decided you wanted to run the world and figured you’d frame Diego in the killing of Kraven and start a war with the Golden Fangs, thinking your dumbass would come out victorious.”

“It’s obvious someone seriously didn’t do their homework. If they had, Woodsey here would have realized that the Golden Fangs outnumber the Red Dragons, six to half of one.” Pratt smirked, crossing her arms as she stared Woody down when he turned his glare to her.

“Six to half of one? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? See boys, this is why the women should only be allowed in the kitchen and on their backs.” Woody advised the men around him as he laughed and shook his head.

“What it means, dumbass, the fangs out number you. Your ‘boys’ couldn’t fuck their way out of a wet paper bag. Therefore, it will be child’s play when the Fangs literally wipe your existence off the face of the fucking planet. Technically, it would be one to half of one of your men.” Diesel smirked back at Woody as she stared him down, daring him to say anything else.

“You have no fucking proof!” Woody seethed, dropping the bravado and standing tall.

“Oh, Woodsy baby, I have every fucking proof on the planet that verifies my statement. See, your boy, Jetson, he’s in the clink clink. Homey got himself arrested along with your boy Carlito. They both sang like the little bitches they are. Now, that’s not to say Diego and Kraven didn’t get taken out. That they did. But ole Jetson and Carlito ran like little bitches, which is how they got caught.” Diesel smirked over at the men glaring at Woody behind his back. “Ah, Woodsey boy here told y’all something different? Yeah, he had plans to take out Diego. He succeeded in getting Diego offed while starting a war with the Fangs to get those that weren’t loyal to him taken out. Dipshit here thought he was going hand over the ‘traitors’ to Sin and bide his time. Those so-called traitors would be those who he deemed not loyal to him.”

“What the fuck is she talking about, Woody?” Pickles asked, stepping up to Woody.

“Why don’t you ask Katrina? Considering he had her working at the foster home with his boy, ole Reggie, who was fucking the home director McBride. Turns out ole Ms. McBride had a thing for Woody here but was forced to fuck Reggie on a daily to get what they wanted. Where is Katrina, Woody? Where’s her friend, Raven? LAPD already knows about you two. Raven’s parents reported her missing, so there’s an active missing person’s case going on. Bet ole Katrina didn’t tell you her daddy was part of a Las Vegas MC and a former popo?”

“How the fuck do you know all this?” Woody glared at Diesel, looking her up and down.

“I know a lot of things, Woody. I’m an information broker. I’m the one the cartel’s call when they want something. I’m the one the mafia’s call when they want something. I’m the one certain mc’s call when they want something. Only the best finds me, and since you’ve obviously never heard of me, that tells me all I want to know. Now, you have two choices, send Katrina and Raven out here and I’ll leave your name out of my report to Sin. I’ll hand him Katrina as the traitor who fucked over Diego and Kraven, allowing her to take the fall while I send Raven back to her mommy and daddy, leaving out your hand in her disappearance.

“They aren’t here. I don’t know who the fuck this Raven bitch is, nor have I seen Katrina in the last three fucking days. You find that bitch, let her know she steps one foot back in this compound, she’s dead.” Woody spat at Diesel, his glare turning deadly.

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