Avenging Laura (Special Forces: Operation Alpha)

Chapter 4

CHAPTER FOUR

After doing some digging with their assistant for the team, Gavin Brody, it was found that Laura’s mother would be at the club house trying to pretend she was one of the elites. Diesel and Raso had to roll their eyes when they arrived at the Riverside Country Club where the woman held a membership.

“Um, I think I’m going to stick it out here. That shite in there is too rich for my blood,” Mike “Hammer” MacLeod declared shivering as they got out of the vehicles.

The group had arrived in two SUVs so that there would be enough room to hoist Laura’s mother into the vehicle if she needed to be handcuffed. Raso and Diesel rode in the lead vehicle while the four men followed behind them in the other one.

“Chickenshite,” Highlander mumbled toward his brother.

“I’m going to stick it out here with him as well. You California boys can handle this. We’ll keep the vehicles running in case we need to make a mad dash of it.” Ghost agreed with Mike on waiting by the vehicles.

“It amazes me how you two could go into other countries and fuck shit up but going into a club with rich women scares the shit out of you,” Diesel cracked, shaking her head at the two men.

“Um, that’s rich old women. These women carry big arse purses that hurt when they hit ye arse with them. Thanks, but I’ll stay out here.” Mike leaned back against the SUV, crossing his arms against his chest.

“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 who knew 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.