Page 67 of Gypsy Angel

FORTY-FIVE

Viper and Diesel stood near Oz and Taz as they watched the video of the drone going through the building. They listened to audio on a different screen as they watched the feed from Toi and Gigi’s cam’s they had hidden inside their jewelry.

“There!” Diesel pointed out a shape that seemed hidden in the shadows.

“That looks like Katrina. Looks like Woody sold her to the enemy, after all. Would explain why he wasn’t worried about her.” Taz stated, tilting her head to the side as she studied the screen.

“Unless Symon took her as a warning and Woody just doesn’t give two shits where she is concerned. Could be she’s just a recruiter and doesn’t truly know anything,” Viper advised, playing devil’s advocate.

“There’s that, too.” Diesel agreed, looking between the two screens, biting her lower lip.

“What?” Viper asked, rubbing her back as he put his focus on her.

“Something just feels off. I can’t place my finger on it.”

As soon as Diesel made that statement, chaos ensued on the screen with Showalter and her team. Weapons were drawn on both sides of the party. They watched in shock as one of Odin’s men stepped out of the way and walked towards Symon’s men and joined their party, pointing his weapon at Showalter and his old crew.

“You really are a laugh, love. You think you can pull one over on me.” Symon said, smirking at Showalter as he shook his head.

Showalter looked over at Toi and Angel, rolling her eyes, making sure he saw the movement. “And what do you think we’re pulling on you, Sin? You, yourself, stated you were looking for information on your brother-in-law. I have that information. Either you want it, or you don’t. Either way, it’s no skin off my back. You want it, I got it, for a price. You don’t want it, then your buddy stays missing where he is.”

Showalter watched as Symon nodded at one of his men who stepped out of the room while he continued to study her and her team around her. She knew the minute they stepped in that something was off. They already knew one of his men was about to betray him. They were prepared for it.

“I guess I should ask you that, Sin! You’re the one standing there with your men’s guns drawn at us. You said you wanted to know some information. I told you I had it and what I wanted in exchange for it. Now, you want to accuse me of playing games? I think it’s you that’s playing games.” Showalter challenged Symon, ignoring the fact that one of Odin’s men was inching towards Symon’s side, smirking at her with his gun drawn.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. You see, I’ve been planning to expand into San Diego once I’ve established the “city of angels” properly. I convinced one of your brother’s errand boys to join the winning side, Detective.”

“Yes, you convinced one of the errand boys to join your side. What’s hilarious is you chose one who wasn’t very good at hiding what he was doing. We knew all along what he was up to. We like to play the long game, unlike you, apparently. See, yes, I am a detective. But what Little John here didn’t tell you was the kind of detective I am.” Showalter smirked over at Symon before grinning at the one dubbed Little John.

“And what kind of detective are you?”

“The kind that warns my brother when the popo are on their way to raid. The kind does her job when needs to. These chicks behind me? Yeah, they are on my payroll. They are my bitches. My ring goes deep into the department and isn’t known about. I recruit very fucking carefully. Your spy boy, he doesn’t know shit, about shit. All he knew was that I was a detective, and that was it. He didn’t even know what our meeting was about. So, please, tell me what you think you have on me and my group that warrants this bullshit, besides the fact you found out I carried a badge?”

Showalter challenged Symon, glaring at him as she watched the wheels turning in his head. She knew he hated women and was taking a gamble that her admitting to being a cop would work.

“You’re still a fucking cop. How can I trust a pig?” Symon growled, stepping towards Showalter, glaring at her.

“The same fucking way you trusted Woody, who had his own cops on the take. In fact, that’s how he was able to take down your boy and his prez in San Diego. He used his own inside man in San Diego. In fact, that fucker had several people on the take in San Diego. Bet you didn’t know that, pretty boy.” Showalter smirked at Symon, before glaring at the traitor who was Symon’s spy.

“You turned a man who hasn’t even been with my MC long enough to even get his dick wet with real pussy!” Odin advised Symon about Little John.

“Bullshit! I helped you build that fucking MC!” Little John screamed at Odin, raising his weapon that he had pointed Odin’s way.

“Bitch, please! Your pussy ass didn’t build shit. Our father and Greyman’s old man founded and built that club from the ground up. You think because Amber rode your little prick you call a dick that you made the big leagues? Try again, little boy! She was ordered to fuck you the minute she came to us to confirm you were the little bitch trying to sell out the MC to the Red Dragons. Why do you think we fed you the fake information we did? Stupid bitch!” Odin relayed to Little John.

“I know your boss has cops on his payroll in several cities. So don’t use my badge as your excuse, Symon. I have no problems going over you to your master if I need to.” Showalter declared, glaring at Symon.

“I am my own master! You will do well to remember that, bitch!” Symon seethed as he stepped towards Showalter, making everyone uneasy.

“Please, we all know who truly owns this operation. Maybe I should reach out to him and offer him my proposition or is your bro-in-law not that important to you?” Showalter challenged.

“Maybe…he’s pretending to give a shite because he’s got to look worried, but he’s actually happy not to play second fiddle to this guy anymore. Seems to me the in-law was higher on the chain with the big boss than ole Sin here.” Toi quipped, her Irish lilt sounding through the room with glee.

“Your whore needs to shut her mouth!” Symon growled, glaring at Toi.

“You always hated playing second fiddle to everyone growing up. Even though you were a puny ass bitch as a kid…brother!”

FORTY-SIX

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