Page 69 of Gypsy Angel

“I guarantee I can make you fear me, Alexandria!” Symon threatened, looking from her to his men.

“Once upon a time, yeah you could have. But I grew up, Symon. Now, I understand from a certain birdie, you’re missing someone?” Diesel tilted her head, smirking at Symon.

“What the fuck did you do with Kraven?” Symon gripped her around the throat.

“Down boys. I got this.” Diesel ordered the men with her back. The women moved to stand in front of the men, ready to deal with the guards if need be. “For your information, I didn’t do shit with Kraven. I’ve only heard the rumors. Turns out Kraven disappeared, and Woody has taken over the Red Dragons since Diego is on the run with a few of his boys. Seems they went to San Diego with Kraven to look at some property and shit went south, and Diego took them out.”

“I’ll deal with the Dragons. I’ve already got a plan to deal with them. Now, I’m dealing with your insolence to your husband.” Symon promised, tightening his grip around her throat.

“My husband is right there…” Diesel tilted her head towards Viper. “That man is my husband. His dick is even way better than yours and Krieger’s put together! Fucks me like he truly owns me.”

Without warning, Symon roared as he threw Diesel into the wall as he stalked towards her. When he got close, she kicked out, taking out Symon’s knee, forcing him down to the ground.

“Keep the men back! I have this.” Diesel shouted to her team as she swirled up to her knees, her hand balled into a fist as she punched up with her forearm with force between Symon’s leg, causing him to scream out in pain as he bowled over, his hands grabbing his crotch as he fell to the ground.

When Symon rolled to his side, Diesel turned him over, straddling his hips, and started punching his face as hard as she could. When one of the guards stepped forward to grab her, the women stepped in, taking him out and blocking the others from interfering.

“Diez, we need information. Don’t kill him just yet. If he doesn’t have Raven, he’s unfortunately going to be our key to getting her when they take out the Dragons.” Pratt stood by Diesel, not getting into her line of fire.

Grabbing Symon by the throat, she got close to his ear. “Where’s Raven, you son of a bitch?”

“Who’s Raven?” Symon sneered up at Diesel.

Punch “Where’s Raven, Symon?”

“You deal in the flesh! The Dragons are trading with you to try and join the MC. Diego wanted to sell you guys out, while Woody wants to join your ranks. They traded you several women recently. Where are they?” York walked up to join Diesel and Pratt.

“Fuck you!”

“Never knew you had a brother. Heard you mention a little bitch who thought he was a man. Never a brother.” Angel shrugged looking around at the others.

“Same thing.” Pratt and York agreed, shrugging.

“Now, I know Vipers fucked her ass a few times. Vipe and my lug over here like to think they are Mortal Kombat buddies. Yelling out ‘round two…finish her’ as they are trying to catch their breathes.” Pratt announced, pointing towards Highlander.

“Explains why boss lady walks funny afterwards.” Toi joined in with the joking.

Diesel stood up from her position over Symon and pulled out her phone, dialing the number sent to her. While the line was ringing, Diesel flipped her teammates off, causing them to laugh.

“Who is this?”

“Aww, Frankie, baby. That’s no way to speak to your long-lost gypsy wife. I mean, seriously. What’s a girl to think?” Diesel said into the speaker of her phone, smirking at Symon.

“Who is this? I don’t have time for fucking games.” Frank Krieger yelled through the phone.

“Make time, asshole! Your dipshit incubus has lost one of your soldiers, well, a few of them. I found out your children are trying to come into my territory and, well, I can’t let that happen. Now, if you want your boys back, I suggest you tell Sy to give me mine back, or I start dropping bodies and thanks to you, Frankie boy, I have a passion for that now.”

“Symon, who the fuck is this bitch?” Krieger yelled into the phone, ignoring Diesel’s statement.

“Damn, you were right boss, he is an asshat who undermines women. I guess what we have here is what some would call a Mexican standoff. But since none of us are Mexican, I guess it’s a blood sucker standoff.” Peaches cracked, smacking her leg as she laughed.

“Blood sucker standoff?” Pratt asked, looking over at Diesel, confused, before both women started laughing.

“Yeah, these fuckers think they are related to Dracula with their get ups and we’re going to be the sunlight that extinguishes their asses one by one.” Peaches explained, causing the others on their side to laugh at the joke.

“You created me, Frank. Your only mistake was making sure I wasn’t dead when you and my brothers finished with me in that alleyway. You didn’t realize Symon was watching nearby and his attempt at raping me behind you. He always liked sloppy seconds. You keep cleaning up after him, so you sent him to California where it was larger and less clean up mode for you. But your mistake was not making sure I was really dead. Now I’m cleaning up what I should have done years ago.” Diesel answered in Ukrainian.

“Ahh, Alexandria. Nice to know you are still alive. Fucking your tight pussy was such a pleasure. I’m curious, is it still virgin tight? I’d love a repeat.” Krieger laughed on the phone.

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