“Not sure about you Officer Swift, but that sounded like four words to me,” Pratt looked over at Swift then at Diesel as she sat down before looking back at Candy, tilting her head to the side.
“Yep, that’s four words she uttered. Too bad her attorney can’t be bothered with either of her words, since he’s not responding to her calls,” Diesel smirked at Candy as she sat down in the chair next to Pratt.
“Fuck you,” Candy yelled, snapping her handcuffed arm before it was yanked back down.
“Not without your lawyer present,” Diesel mock whispered to Candy, leaning into the table.
“You. Better. Call. My. Attorney.Now. You fucking whores!”
“Wait, Officer Swift, you’re a ho?” Diesel looked back at Officer Swift, who was leaning against the back wall by the two-way mirror, in mock horror.
“O. M. G. you’re a ho too?” Swift mocked as she fanned her face before looking over at Pratt questioningly.
Pratt batted her lashes at Swift. “I was born a ho! Just ask my husband. He loves my ass! Oh wait, that’s right, Candy’s been trying to fuck my husband, guess she just wasn’t a good enough ho to ride that ride.”
“Lawyer…” Candy repeated, drawing out her ‘r’.
“Well, you’ve already waited two hours for the one you asked Officer Swift to call. You seem to be having bad luck with lawyers lately, Candy.” Pratt leaned into the table, crossing her arms in front of her.
“Wonder why that is? You know Detective Pratt, I’m wondering if the man this bitch sold her beautiful, innocent daughter too decided to cut his losses with mommy dearest here since he got the better end of their deal.” Diesel baited Candy who was staring angry daggers at Diesel.
“Well, it wouldn’t surprise me, Detective Diesel, I mean, Candy here has tried to fuck every US Navy SEAL on the west coast.” Looking back at Swift, Pratt batted her lashes, knowing her husband would see through the two-way mirror, “You see, Candy here, despite being married to a SEAL, twice, she’s what is considered a frog hog.”
Candy smirked as she leaned into the table, staring Pratt down. “Your husband has fucked me plenty of times bitch. Every time you thought he was training or debriefing, he was pounding that huge fucking cock inside of me, screaming my name as he came.”
“Oh fuck,” Diesel mumbled, looking back towards Swift and the two-way mirror worried.
Pratt leaned further onto the table, getting into Candy’s face, staring her down, voice calm, “I believe he may have been drunk off his ass and you took advantage of it, years ago. Guaranteed it wasn’t good enough for him to remember. Because, like all the other SEALs you’ve fucked, it was a one and done, then talked about as the worse one-night stand ever. Now, me on the other hand, I fuck him every fucking morning, noon and night, when he’s stateside. Even when he’s deployed, his dick gets hard thinking about fucking his wife when he gets home. So, Candy, if you’re trying to imply my husband has fucked you since he’s met me, then I can and will call you a fucking liar, because my husband knows what he has at home and wouldneverthrow that away for a loosey goosey like you.”
“Fuck you,” Candy screamed, trying to stand up, but falling back onto her chair when she couldn’t get her arm free.
“Where’s Dakota, Candy?” Pratt ignored Candy’s outburst, going in for the kill.
“You’ll never find that little bitch!”
“Who is Ares?” Diesel stood up, walking around to stand behind Candy, leaning onto the back of her chair.
Candy laughed as she looked down at her nails. “Someone you three cunts should be very afraid of.”
Pratt looked over at Diesel and nodded to her. “The only thing I’m scared of is liver and onions.” Pratt mock shuddered.
“Seriously? Liver and onions scare you?” Diesel shook her head.
“Yep, after watching Silence of the Lambs, seeing what Hannibal Lector did to his victims…yeah…nope. Never touched the shit again!”
Diesel and Swift laughed. “Ummm no hot water after a day of dealing with cuntcakes like this bitch.” Diesel glanced at Candy then back at the other two women.
“Yeah that makes sense,” Pratt and Swift said in union.
Pratt and Diesel looked over at Swift who shrugged. “Not enough coffee to get through a day without killing idiots!”
“Ohhhh, good one.” Pratt clapped, nodding her head up and down. Looking back at Candy, Pratt shrugged with her hands up. “So yeah, no fear of this Ares character, sorry.”
“Oh, don’t worry, bitch. He will bury you when he’s done with you. And your husband, he’ll be begging me to suck his cock.”
Pratt burst into laughter, slapping the top of the table as a man hurried into the interrogation room, looking disheveled. “Sorry Candy, even if my husband did beg you to suck his cock, where you’re going, there’s no special visits, so he’s going to be stuck with Rosie Palmer and her five sisters.”
“Hello, ladies, I’m Lonnie Steigerwald. I’m the court appointed attorney for…” the man looked down at a piece of paper, “a Mrs. Candy Ruiz.”
