Chapter 46

“It’s time.” Diesel advised Pratt and York.

Without giving him or the others a choice, Diesel, Pratt and York straddled their bikes. They had just started their bikes by the time Viper, Jacko, Highlander, Dom, Kermit, and Houston caught up to them and joined them on their ride to the club.

Once all bikes were turned off, Viper looked over at Diesel. She could tell he was trying to figure out what was going through her mind. The problem was, she didn’t even know what was going through her own mind. She pulled out her phone and sent a text message to her team and those of Bravo Squad on the roof.

“It’s time! You know what to do.”

They were going all in now. No holds barred. They had all turned in their badges because of this assignment. They were no longer cops. They all had her back, with no hesitation. Something she wasn’t used to. They all…Alpha, Bravo, and Delta Squad…joined her for the ride on the dark side.

She’d tried to stop them, but they told her to shut the fuck up and learn what a real family doe for a sister…a daughter.

OOF

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Diesel and the rest of the group watched as two bodies dropped. A hole in their head. They both looked like they had a third eye that didn’t protect them like a third eye should have. Sucks to be them.

“Cap still has the magic touch, baby!” Pratt joked towards Diesel and York.

“Wait…ye captain did that?” Highlander asked, pointing towards the two dead bodies, worry obvious in his gulp as he looked around.

“Yep! You boys better stay on her good side!” Diesel cracked, picking up her phone.

She dialed a number when the person answered, all she said was “going in.”

They made quick work in taking out the four guards in the lobby. They had just got to the top of the stairs when they heard Symon growl his threat at Toi.

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

“Who the fuck are you?” One guard yelled, drawing his weapon towards Diesel.

“Aww, now you would have hurt my feelings…if I had any.” Diesel fake pouted, her hand on her heart, a pout on her face.

“The traitorous daughter lives!” Symon acknowledged in Ukrainian.

“Ah! The little brother with the little dick who has to sit on a throne so others will believe he has a cock bigger than his brain.” Diesel replied in their native tongue.

“Careful little girl…” Symon growled as he stood from his throne, showing his size, trying to overshadow Diesel.

When Viper stepped forward, Diesel put up her hand to stop him as she stepped towards him, showing him that she wasn’t afraid of him. Diesel walked up the steps of the platform and stood toe to toe with her younger brother, the monster in her nightmares.

“Or what, Symon? You’ll do what? There’s nothing you can do to me that you haven’t done already. I’ve survived you all these years, and I’m stronger now than I was at fifteen. Only now, I can fight you back and I will win.” Diesel stared her brother in the eyes, refusing to back down.

“Maybe I’ll call Krieger and let him know his disobedient wife is still alive after all.” Symon smirked at Diesel before looking over at her teammates.

“Oh, don’t worry, Symon, my husband knows I’m alive. Especially since he fucked me nice and good before I came here. Guess now I’ll take my business elsewhere since I know this shitshow of a place belongs to you.” Diesel baited Symon, daring him to fire back with a rebuttal.

“Krieger didn’t know you were alive. But he will when I make the call. Enjoy your freedom while you can, whore!” Symon moved closer to Diesel, getting in her face.

“I can see Kriger marked you like his little bitch!” Diesel smirked, nodding at her brother’s shoulder.

“I’m going to enjoy watching your husband put you in your place!” Symon again used the word ‘husband’ like it would make her heel.

“He does pretty well, if I do say so myself. Don’t you, babe?” Diesel asked Viper without taking her eyes off of her brother.

Symon burst into laughter when he caught on to what she said. “You expect me to believe that loser there is your husband? He isn’t a real man if he’s letting you up here to get into my face. Tell me, dog, she ever tell you how she allowed her husband to fuck her in the alleyway while her brothers watched, begged them to fuck her too. Then, when they were done, she rolled over for me to fuck her in her tight virgin ass?”

“Trust me, Symon. Viper is all man. He knows what I bring to the table and doesn’t have to demand or bark like you boys do! He knows what kind of woman he has, and he cherishes that woman. He doesn’t need fear to keep me loyal to him. That’s the only thing you and Krieger have in your corner, fear. You don’t even have that with me!”

“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.

“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.

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