Chapter 38
Kermit and Houston escorted McBride into the living room of the house they were sharing with her blindfold still on. She had headphones on, with heavy metal blaring in the earpieces. Yeah, these men were definitely former Special Forces.
They took blackout curtains and put them around the windows. They placed tarps on the floor, on the walls, and had the living room blocked off so they couldn’t see other parts of the house. They enclosed the living room to make it look like a room other than what it really was.
Kermit and Houston placed McBride in the center of the room, where Pratt and York gestured for them to place her. Once she had been secured to the chair, Pratt leaned against the table they had moved into the room while York walked over to remove the headphones and the blindfold from her nose and eyes.
“You bitches are in serious trouble! You had better let me go or I’ll own every fucking thing you have!” McBride screamed when she saw Pratt and then York.
“You can try, but you won’t get very far. Especially once the judge finds out you’ve been fucking a minor, probably more than one, and then using her job to help the Red Dragons traffic minors that have no family or family that’s incarcerated with no contact orders to keep in touch with said minors.” Pratt smirked from where she leaned against the table, her ankles crossed at her feet, along with her arms crossed at her chest.
“You have no proof except the musings of a troubled teenager!” McBride responded, her chin jutting out, glaring at Pratt.
“Ah, but see, we don’t have that. We’ve never met Katrina. We found out about Katrina today while investigating the disappearance of a girl she’s friends with. Your actions led us to figure out that you’re fucking a minor who was hiding in your office, half clothed, waiting for his meal ticket to show up.” Pratt smirked when McBride’s eyes went wide at her statement.
“She knows about Raven.” York surmised after watching McBride’s facial expressions.
“Who’s Raven?” McBride tried to pretend she didn’t know who they were talking about.
“Cut the shit, McBride. You knew who Raven was because you knew who her friends were and the fact, according to you, she was chasing Reginald. We know from Raven’s parents she knew about Reginald and didn’t like him. Now, the choice is yours. You can talk to us, or we can send you back to your little room and we can have fun with Reginald. Although, I am betting the two who will interrogate him will have him singing like a canary. So, you’ll get this offer first. Tell us what we want to know, or we give this offer to Reggie baby and see if he sings like a little bitch to save his own ass and blame it all on you.” Pratt declared as she stalked towards McBride, squatting down in front of her, making them eye level to each other.
“Nah, I think we just truss her up like a turkey, gag her and let her watch on monitor exactly how easy it will be to make Reggie boy squeal like a pig and blame it all on her. Although, once he does that, her chance will go out the window.” York shrugged, walking away to get the restraints.
“Fuck you both! You have nothing on me. If you did, I’d already be turned over to LAPD and in a jail cell.” McBride sneered at Pratt and York.
Pratt and York looked at each other and shrugged. Pratt whistled for Kermit and Houston to return to get McBride. After giving them the orders on how to deal with her, they went about getting the section ready for Reginald. When the men returned with him, they looked at the four women in confusion, now that Diesel and Showalter had joined the two women.
“Um, why is there a hook hanging from the ceiling?” Kermit asked, looking from the hook then the four women.
“Cause we’re going to let Reggie boy here hang around.” Pratt answered as she picked up the scissors and went about removing Reginald’s shirt as Diesel went about removing his pants, shoes and socks.
“We leave on the boxers or are we going to see if he goes Gonzoless?” Diesel asked, tilting her head to the side as she looked from his boxer briefs to Pratt and Showalter.
“Gonzoless?” Showalter and Kermit asked at the same time.
“Yeah. We found out in Colorado during an interrogation that was conducted there, if you hang the dumbass upside down and his dick flops upside down, his balls could be eyes and the dick could be Gonzo’s beak. Unless he’s a pussy and his dick shrivels up, then he would be Gonzoless.” York answered, as she walked over to cut the boxer briefs off for them.
“These women scare me.” Houston whispered to Kermit as he backed away, shaking his head.
“I really want to see this shit now. How do you want this weasel?” Kermit laughed as he escorted Reginald into the room more.
“Eh, hang his arms over his head. We’ll use the pulley thing to get his feet off the floor so he’s off balance.” Showalter shrugged as she grabbed the rope of the pulley they had installed in the ceiling for this event.
Once they had Reginald completely disrobed and secured on the hook, Showalter raised the hook to where he was swinging, his arms above his head. Once Showalter had secured the rope, Pratt and York took their seats by the plastic tarp wall, sharing a bag of popcorn while Diesel and Showalter walked around the hanging suspect. Kermit, Houston, Viper, Jacko, Dom, Toi, Sgt. Brocard, Angel, Highlander and Doc all stood near the two seated women to watch the show. They knew Cowboy, Goat and Texas were with McBride, making sure she watched the video feed of their interrogation of Reginald. The rest of the party was watching in another room, along with Oz.
“You bitches are going to pay for this! Woody is going to own you bitches!” Reginald screamed out, trying to kick out at Showalter and Diesel.
“You know, if I had a penny for every time some jackass said that shit, I’d be a fucking billionaire right now, Reggie! What about you Diez?” Showalter asked, smirking at Reginald as she tsk’d him.
“I’d be right there on billionaire fucking row with your ass. Red, what about you and Peppermint Patty over there?”
“Biiitch, we’d all have houses on billionaire fucking row. We’d be able to throw parties with all the playgirl models and the boys here could mingle with all the playboy bunnies.” York answered for Pratt, who turned to look at her.
“Um, if this man standing behind me even eyeballs a fucking bunnie bitch, I’ll cut her fucking throat and saw his dick off with a rusty butter knife, then let her have him. Fuck outta here with the playboy bunny shit.” Pratt grumbled, causing the small group to laugh.
“Like someone would fuck your fat ass!” Reginald spit her way.
“Look, you gonzoless fuck. You’re the one who has to go for old women to get your little prick up. Don’t be hating because I have a real man who knows how to use his dick!” Pratt laughed as she shook her head at Reginald.
“You know, now that you guys mention it. If he actually had a dick, he could pass for gonzo, but his wittle dickie doo is hiding. All I see is what he calls balls.” Showalter tilted her head, looking at Reginald as she bit the inside of her lips.
“Fuck you! It’s cold in here.” Reginald screamed out.
“Where’s Katrina and I might turn the heat on for you?” Diesel cut to the chase, tired of the game.
“Who?”
“He’s lying. His eyes flickered between you and Show.” Pratt ratted him out, chewing on a twizzler.
“Yep! I caught that too.” Showalter concurred as she stole a couple of twizzlers from Pratt, handing one to Diesel.
“See, what I think happened…” Diesel spoke up, taking a bite of a twizzler, “homie here tried to hook up with her because his boy, Woody, saw her. She told him to fuck off. Reggie here decided he was going to make a go and played on the ‘I’m a nobody wants me either’ fuck off and pretended he gave a shit to get her trust and then when she caught him fucking the old lady of the house, she let it be known that Reggie was sticking his little dick in her too and they either took her out or gave her to Woody peckerless. Then our girl, Raven came around making noise so they sent her to Woody too, not realizing the heat they now have on their sorry asses because if I find out they’ve harmed a fucking hair on that girl’s head, I will end every mother fucking one of them, and sleep like a fucking baby while no one will miss a single one of them.”
The men all looked over at Pratt and York when both women sniffled, along with Showalter. “Lass, what’s wrong?”
“Our baby girl is growing up!” Pratt sniffled along with York.
“She truly is. She just rang poetic beauty. I don’t think either of us could have spouted it better.” York agreed, wiping her eyes before clapping for Diesel.
“These women are fucked in the head. Seriously!” Houston decided, shaking his head at Viper.
Viper and his men looked over at Highlander and Dom when those two started laughing. When both men continued to laugh, they looked between the women and the two men before taking a small step back.
“What’s so funny?” Viper asked, looking between his wife and the two men he considered friends. That is until Jacko started laughing when Dom looked at him for a moment.
“This is mild for them. Jacko, do you remember that guy they had hidden in a padded closet who pissed them off? These four even helped look for the man after his girlfriend, who was in on the crimes he was being questioned for, filed a missing person report.”
Jacko started laughing as the memory came back to him. “Shit! I forgot about that. They tried to get his case thrown out on that. What saved them was the fact she invited them in to search the house for clues because she believed the man was possibly cheating on her.”
“Ah, good times!” Pratt bit into a twizzler, rolling her eyes at Diesel.
“My favorite was the one where Dom walked into a bar because of a call that they thought you were drunk, only to find out you four were undercover as strippers.” Jacko winked at Pratt, who burst into heavy laughter at the same time as the other three women did as well.
“Oh shit! That night was fucking hilarious! If I remember correctly, it was Pratt and Diez on the pole while York and I were out there in the cages dancing to Motley Crue’s “Girls, Girls, Girls’!” Showalter reminded the two men of the scene.
“Fuckers failed to tell me it was the titty bar they were at,” Dom fake gaged.
“You were a cop, dumbass! You should have known what it was when they gave you the name of the club!” Pratt chided her brother, who stuck his tongue out at her.
“I had just graduated from the academy after being in the army for the last ten years. Spank you very much!” Dom argued back, crossing his arms against his chest.
“Ok, I’ll give you that, big brother!” Pratt laughed as she looked back over at Reginald, who was trying to get his hands free of the rope.
“What’s on your mind, Red?” Showalter asked, looking between her and Reginald.
“I think Reginald is lying about the whole situation. We know from reports that Katrina’s mom was sent to prison for murdering her ex-lover, Katrina’s father, two years ago. Katrina and Raven became friends shortly after she went into the group home. According to Nadia, the group home went under investigation because of an anonymous report a year ago about McBride and some girls going missing. Oz found a report on Reggie here. He’s actually twenty-one but can pass for younger with his looks. What if he and Katrina were cohorts together to either recruit or find girls to fill a stable?”
“Red is right. We know the Red Dragons wanted to overthrow several MC’s and had even made comments back in San Diego about taking out the Satan’s Outlaws. We know that’s impossible considering how large they are but doesn’t stop dumbasses like these guys from thinking that. What if they were trying to build their reputation and pad their coffins with the flesh trade?” Showalter agreed, looking between Pratt, York and Diesel.
“Honestly, wouldn’t be that hard in the group homes. They are overcrowded, understaffed, and most social workers, no matter how hard they try, can’t keep up with all the kids in the homes. Too many falls through the cracks. We’ve seen it time and time again. Especially with the foster homes. They send the kids in without proper checks. What if Katrina is the same as Reggie?” Diesel crossed her arms across her chest, chewing on her thumbnail.
“What do you mean?” York asked, tilting her head and looking at Diesel.
“What if she’s really over eighteen, but because of her looks, she can pass for younger and goes into the high schools to find other victims?”
“Who in their right might would go undercover in a high school? Especially these days?” Showalter shivered as she suddenly turned to look at Reggie, who had got loose with no one noticing.
“Fuck!”
All four women jumped into action when Reggie had landed on his feet, hands free, and lunged at Diesel, since she was the closest to him. When Reggie swung on Diesel, she caught his arm and gripped it, immediately putting Reggie’s arm into an arm bar hard enough to snap the bone as she took him down, her knee going into his back as she pulled his arm behind him. Reginald screamed and cursed at them, fighting as the four women worked in tandem to take him down, zip tying his arms behind him.
“You broke my fucking arm!” Reginald screamed as the women continued to hold him down. “It’s fucking police brutality!”
“Technically, we’re not on the clock and we’re not wearing badges. This shit is personal, asshole!” Pratt growled at Reginald as she gripped his fingers and twisted when he tried to buck them off.
“Enough fucking around. Where are Katrina and Raven?” Diesel demanded, gripping Reginald by the hair on his head.
“Katrina is with her man, Woody. Woody is our new prez of the Red Dragons, since Diego didn’t return from San Diego!” Reginald cried out when Diesel and Pratt shrugged as they twisted and pulled more.
“Diego isn’t coming back from San Diego. He’s been indisposed. So has Kraven of the Fangs. I may decide to allow the rumor to start that Diego did away with Kraven and have the Dragons dealt with.” Showalter offered, moving behind the group and letting her booted foot lightly touch Reginald’s balls.
The men noticed that when the women took Reginald down, his legs sprawled, allowing Showalter to maneuver between them, giving her ample space to walk up behind him and get into position. When she lowered her foot down to his balls, that was peeking out between his legs with the way he was lying on his stomach, the men stepped back and winced at the howl that Reginald let out.
“Ok! Ok! Get the amazon bitch off my balls! Fuck! Katrina is one of the recruiters. She’s been with Woody from the get-go. Her mother was Diego’s bitch until she got popped for shanking her ex when he made noise about Katrina being with the Dragons. Fucker was military and had been stationed in Korea, Germany and Afghanistan since she was little. She was never faithful to him, which is why he divorced the bitch. But Diego kept that bitch in her place like the whore that she is. Even sold her own fucking daughter to Woody when ordered to. They put Katrina in the group home to monitor McBride because the bitch wasn’t doing as ordered. She had her sights set on getting to Diego. He can’t stand the bitch. Woody ordered me to keep an eye on both fucking whores. Touch Katrina? No, she is Woody’s bitch. She was loyal to him, to a fault. I’ve only been fucking McBride, as ordered.”
“Wait, McBride is a Red Dragon? Damn, I thought you boys had standards. Guess not!” York tsked as she stood up when she saw Showalter kept her foot near Reginald’s balls.
“Fuck no, that bitch isn’t a Red Dragon. She wants to be, has tried for years to get with Diego, even when he was with Katrina’s bitch of a mother. I’ve answered your fucking questions. Get this bitch off my fucking balls!”
“If she’s not a Red Dragon, then why does she keep helping them? What do they have on her that has her breaking every fucking rule on the planet to help them when the one she wants doesn’t even fucking pay attention to her?” Diesel wondered out loud, looking around at her friends.
“She definitely doesn’t look MC material. She’s got no tattoos from what we could tell…” York started to say but stopped when Reginald started laughing into the floor.
“That’s because the bitch’s real name isn’t Cynthia McBride.” Reginald continued to laugh, shaking his head as best he could.
“Ok, then clue the rest of us in. What’s her real name?” Pratt asked, stepping up beside Showalter, placing her foot on his ass crack and pressing where she knew his dick was laying and would hurt when she pressed him down on it as Showalter put pressure on his balls at the same time.
“Debora Christensen” Reginald screamed out in pain, crying at the pressure he was feeling from the two women.
“Why would she change her name?” York asked her teammates, who applied more pressure to Reginald’s body parts.
“Because the bitch watched her boyfriend rape her younger sister, and the two of them murdered the kid and fucked each other in her sister’s blood. When the parents came home and found them, they took turns. Him raping the mother and slitting her throat as he came and her raping her father and doing the same. She got knocked up and sold the kid on the black market for enough funds to change her name and erase her identity so that the cops in Maine couldn’t find her. That was after she let the boyfriend get popped then claimed he raped her. She testified against him, so he got sent to prison. Now she’s here in California under a new identity. Diego found out about it and told her she would work for him, or he and the Dragons would take her out and tell the Maine cops everything. So, she works for the state and helps Diego find new pussy to deal with and trade with or sell.”