Page 70 of Gypsy Angel

“No, thank you. I’ve found a real man to fuck me. He doesn’t need to take it by force, and he fucks me way better than you ever could. Now, why don’t we make this a real party. I will deal with Symon, and then you.” Diesel baited Krieger, hoping to find out his location.

“You think you can take down the Golden Fang, whore?” Krieger continued to laugh.

“I don’t think, bitch. I know I can take you fuckers down. Because you’re the same. You’ve never changed. You never learned how to outsmart. You think brute force is the way to win. It may have helped you so far, but then again, you didn’t realize you created me. Now, you’re going to lose. And you will lose big.”

“Don’t test me, Alexandria. You won’t like how I respond.” Krieger warned, his voice going low.

“They are here, D.” Pratt advised Diesel of their next action of plan.

“If it’s anything like you used to back in the day, I’m definitely prepared, bitch!” Diesel fired back before hanging up the phone.

When the guests they had been expecting arrived at the section of the club they were in, Diesel kept her weapon on Symon, as did the rest of her crew. When the newcomers joined the ranks, Symon’s crew became outnumbered significantly.

“How do you want to play this?” Viper asked, looking around at the bodies in the small room.

Diesel looked over to Pratt and Dom, who simply nodded at her, letting her know they would back her up.

“Take Symon and his two lieutenants. We will take them back to the safe house. Our crew will continue to monitor the building as they have been. Frank and his flunkies are on their way here. They can notify us when they arrive. Oz, leave several of the bodies that were already dropped lying around here. The others can be taken to the black sites with the others.”

“Once we get Sy and his top five boys to the safe house, the rest of our team will arrive, and we can start our interrogation. We’ll leave baby brother for last. Let Frank hear his screams and cries.”

“Damn, you’re just as sadistic as the rest of your team. I love it.” Kermit quipped, walking up rubbing his hands together.

“This is just child’s play. You haven’t seen us truly work, yet!” Diesel smirked over at Kermit before walking with Pratt, York and Showalter to grab who needs to be dealt with and point out who needs to go to the black site.

FORTY-SEVEN

Viper wasn’t sure what to think. Out of the blue, Diesel had decided she wanted to confront her brother. They didn’t have any luck finding Raven. They did find Katrina and used the chaos of everything going on to get her rescued. They were going to help her detox and interrogate her as well. Diesel was hoping she would know what happened to Raven. They had to find her. Hopefully, in all this chaos, they would find his baby sister, too.

He watched as they cuffed several of the men and escorted them out, some of them combative. When Pratt and York stepped forward with a syringe in their hand, he took several steps towards them. What the fuck were they doing now?

He couldn’t help but look towards Jacko, Dom and Highlander in confusion. They returned his same confused look. They were in the dark, just like he was. When he noticed Symon raise his hand as if he was going to fight her. Viper drew his weapon at the same time Highlander did.

“Please do! I would love a reason to put a bullet in your fucking skull right now.” Viper warned Symon, putting his gun to Symons forehead.

“Your whore wouldn’t approve.” Symon sneered, grinning when Viper said nothing right away.

“You and I have different meanings for that word. You see, a whore is a woman who cheats on her man, then lies about it, and continues to do so, knowing she’s causing hurt to the person she claims to love. That’s not my wife. Now, she can be plain evil if you give her reason to be. And, fuck, if she’s not sexy as hell when she’s being diabolical to a motherfucker. You consider all women whores. I’m curious. Do you call your other sister’s whores, your mother?” Viper asked, tilting his head to the side, acting as if he cared about the answer.

“Women are only on this planet to appease their masters. They have no right to think for themselves…” Symon started until the women of Alpha, Bravo, and Delta all started laughing.

“No fucking wonder this fucker has to force women to fuck him. No one in their right mind would fuck this sack of shit for pleasure.” Kermit interrupted, shaking his head as he tsked Symon, standing next to Viper. “Dude, women are to be loved, cherished. You show her that, the pussy would be free flowing. She’d show you loyalty and love every damn second of the day. This bullshit you’re spewing is for the fucking birds.”

None of the men were paying attention when Diesel took the syringe from Pratt and stepped forward, jabbing Symon in the neck with it and pushing the plunger to inject the stuff that was in it into his system. When it happened, Symon jumped and went into attack mode. He only got one good punch on Diesel before he dropped like a dead weight.

“Shit! Are you ok, D?” Pratt rushed to her.

Viper put away his weapon and ran to his wife. “Babe!”

“I’m fine guys. He got a lucky punch in. Is he out?” Diesel groaned as she took Viper’s hand to stand back up.

“What the hell did you guys give him?” Viper asked as he helped Diesel stand back up, checking her over.

“Night night meds. Supposed to keep him out for several hours, so we can transport him and whoever else we want. We’re not going back to the main house. We have a safe house in the desert so we can do proper interrogation and set up the perimeter around the area. It used to belong to a friend of ours who is former black ops. Oz is coming to check these shitheads for transmitters.”

“Do they really get out of that kind of thing?” Kermit asked, whistling at the news.

“No, which is why this place is going to be perfect. He owes us a few favors. We’re calling them in. His team is overseas currently, so he gave us everything we need.”

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