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“Repeating what your own brother said, chickenshits! Let’s go guys. The quicker we get in here and deal with the bitch the quicker we can get to HQ.” Diesel shook her head as she led the other three of the group into the prestige country club looking for their prey.

“Can I help you?” a snooty female voice sounded as the group approached the doorway.

“Yes. I’m Detective Diesel and this is Detective Raso. We’re here to speak with Kathy Pratt. It’s a matter of utmost importance.”

“Do you have a warrant?”

“Lady, I don’t need a warrant to walk into those doors to speak with someone. Now if I was going to search said premises for illegals which nine times out of ten your caddies are as well as your waitresses or the fact chicks like you sell their twats for rich sugar daddies, then yes, I would have a search warrant. Now, either point me in the direction of where Kathy Pratt is, or I’ll have the ADA strike up a warrant for the bad nose and tit job you have and the fact you’re interfering in an active investigation. Choice is yours,” Raso growled at the woman, getting into her face.

The woman huffed as she put her hand to her chest. “Well, I never.”

“Obviously not. Now sit down and shut it!”

“I thought the idea was to keep Highlander from killing someone if they started to run their mouth?” Diesel smirked at Raso as they walked into the dining lounge area of the club.

“There she is, over there sitting with a small group.” Highlander pointed the woman out across the way from them.

The four of them did a huge sigh, forcing themselves to get ready for the shit show that was about to start once they approached the high and mighty woman. It was either going to be a show, or it was going to be a shit show where they were forced to show their asses to get their point across.

The four walked across the country club feeling the stares of the patrons as they weaved their way between the tables to their target. They made quite a sight.

Diesel and Raso, both women who were stunners in their own rights, were dressed head to toe in black. A black shirt, coupled with black BDU style pants and black combat boots. They had their bulletproof vests on with their work vests that allowed them to carry all of their equipment that didn’t go on their duty belt. Their duty belts held their weapons, their guns, handcuffs, and magazines. Their vests had the words “Sheriff’s Department” in bright yellow across the back identifying who they were.

Diesel who stood roughly five feet three inches, had a toned body with an impressive set of breasts that were perky and full. She was starting to get a round belly from her pregnancy. Her strawberry blonde hair with blue streaks was put in a ponytail that swayed as she walked. Her make-up was done to perfection with the black eyeliner that made her blue eyes pop.

Raso walking beside her also made her own impression. She was tall at five foot five inches, blonde hair in a swaying ponytail. She was also toned and tanned thanks to the time she spent in the sun with her husband, Marcus, and their two children. She wore little make-up like Diesel. Just eyeliner and mascara. She had no one to impress, nor did she care to.

They knew they truly made more of a sight with the men walking behind them. Wolf was an impressive figure with his height and build and he carried an air of being in charge when he needed to around those who did not know him. But those whoknew him knew he was a softy when it came to his wife and his friends. But if you harm any of them, there was a ruthless man who wouldn’t hesitate to cut you at the knees and walk away as you bled.

Highlander alone was the one Kathy Pratt needed to be scared of the most. Highlander was massive in terms of height and build. The man stood six foot four and was a brickhouse. He had solid muscles. He had his black-blue hair and sky-blue eyes that would stare a hole through you if he leveled a glare on your person. His tattoos hid behind his uniform unless he wore a shirt that would show them off.

CHAPTER FIVE

What most never realize, until it was too late, Highlander was a softy, like Wolf when it came to his wife and his children. If you were lucky enough to be considered family by Highlander or his wife, blood or not, then you got his soft side too.

Where Laura was concerned, he would turn into a villain in a heartbeat. While most want a man who would choose only them and be kind and love them and the world around them, Joseph MacLeod was the opposite. While those close to him knew the true him, those who didn’t quickly found out, you harm the hair on his wife or his children’s body, he would burn the fucking world down to find them or avenge the harm done to them. He gave no fucks who he hurt when that happened because the only one who deserved to breathe the air of his wife and children were those who did not cause them harm.

Laura and Joe were a cross between Cinderella meeting the Beast, forget Belle. So far, only two other women on their team could say they have found their beast who would burn the fucking world to the ground for them, and both of them were in the presence of the head beast himself.

Raso found her happily ever after in Joe’s brother, Marcus “Pats” MacLeod, a Marine Raider stationed there in San Diegowith them. Diesel found hers in a former teammate of Marcus’s, turned MC President, Dean “Viper” McKnight. The team dubbed those three men the dream team.

“What is the meaning of this?” One of the women at Kathy’s stood up squaring off with Raso and Diesel as they approached the table where Kathy Pratt was seated.

Ignoring the woman, Raso turned toward Kathy and stared her down. “Kathy Pratt, I’m Detective Lindsey Raso with the Riverside County Sheriff’s Department. I know you are aware of who Detective Diesel, and I are. We need you to come with us to the department. Please.”

“What for? I have done nothing wrong.” Kathy Pratt sniffed at the two women as if they were beneath her.

“Ma’am, we never said you did. We are simply requesting your presence at the department,” Diesel attempted to play nice, feeling Highlander vibrating behind her.

“Unless you can give me a viable reason, I am not going. I am busy and have better things to do.”

“I’m done playing nice. These two lovely lasses have tried nicely to request that ye come into the department so that ye can help us with some information on ye ex-husband who’s probably fucked half these biddies in here and slut of a daughter who you claim is the good one. The one who happens to be the head of a major human trafficking organization. These women, for whatever fucking reason believe that ye life is in danger. So, get unbusy. Get ye arse up and allow these two fine upstanding detectives to escort ye arse to the department, or I will assist them in handcuffing ye and treating ye like the criminal I honestly believe that ye are.”

“Well, I never!” Kathy huffed as she stood up to square off with Joe.

“Katherine, do as those two detectives have requested. Stop being the debutante that you have never been,” an older voice said as she set her water glass down from a few tables away.

“Mother?”

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