“We all carry two cells. One is strictly for work, that number is on our business cards as I mentioned earlier and it’s also the same one that the victim’s we’ve rescued use. Our personal cell is a private number that only our family and close friends we trust have. My personal cell number changed after Highlander and I were married since he placed me on his cellphone plan. My own parents don’t have this number.”
“Give me the number and I’ll trace the call.” Brody said without any hesitation or jokes after hearing that bit of information.
Pratt sent a text back asking who the texter was, several seconds later, her phone rang.
Pratt answered the phone, using the speakerphone. “Hello?”
“Ah, sister dear. I wish I could say how nice it is to hear your voice, but alas, I detest the ground you walk on.”
“Jennifer. Sorry to hear you’re still breathing. You bellowed?”
“Still the same bitch as always. Think you are so much better than everyone else. Still living in your fantasy world thinking your husband only fucks you. We both know how you suck in the sack. Jon told everyone how timid and cold you were.” Jennifer cackled at her own joke.
“Maybe so, but at least I have a man. I don’t have to kidnap little girls for him to fuck like you do. But then again, like Jon, the men you choose have little dicks, when the whores they fuck are too loose in the goose, they need the younger snatch to feel like a man.”
Jennifer laughed for several seconds. “Ah sister dear has jokes. It’s going to be so much fun bursting that fantasy you live in. Your husband is such an easy target, you two just don’t realize it.”
“Jennifer” Pratt chuckled slightly. “The only way Joe would fuck you is if he was dead, and even then, he wouldn’t touch you with another man’s dick attached to a pole ten feet away.”
“Oh, don’t you worry sissy poo, he will die, but only when I’m done fucking him.”
“Well, we both know you have that in common with Maria.”
“What’s that? Fucking your men so they can say they fucked a real woman instead of a dead fish like you?”
Pratt laughed a mocking sarcastic laugh. “Actually, I was referring to the fact that both of you are so desperate for attention that you go after other people’s men. Must be so lonely at night for you two miserable twatniffingcuntacoos.”
Jennifer growled deeply into the phone letting everyone know that Pratt hit a nerve with her last statement. “I’m going to make sure your death is slow and painful. I’m going to enjoy every fucking minute of it.” Jennifer screamed the last few words into the phone.
“Where’s Dakota, Jennifer? Who’s Ares?”
“You will never find her.” Jennifer cackled into the phone, clearly loving the sound of her voice. “Ares? Well, sissy poo, let’s just say he’s going to make sure you regret killing my mother, you bitch! He’s going to make you beg for death. Maybe I won’t kill you after all. The ultimate death for you would be watching your fucking brats die after we allow our men to have fun with them, before we kill them. Maybe even let hubby live, send you videos everyday of him servicing me, screaming my name in pleasure. Maybe we’ll even turn him into one of us, let him beat you, make you bleed.” Jennifer laughed harder into the phone at her own joke.
Pratt felt Highlander’s hand on her shoulder, feeling the tension and anger coming in waves off of him. Pratt turned around and looked her husband in the eyes.
“Jennifer, if you’re woman enough, bring your shit on. I guarantee the end result will be me standing over your body with a bullet in your head. The only dick you’ll be getting in hell is Satan’s pineapple up your ass. The pointy shit and all.”
“You’ll burn in hell!”
“You first, Jennifer!”
Jennifer cackled again, irritating Pratt’s last nerve. “Oh, sis, it’s so nice to torment you again. Tell your losers to stop tracing the call, there’s a present in the guardhouse for you. Proof I can touch you whenever I want, and you don’t realize it.”
Jennifer disconnected the call just as everyone jumped up and ran out of the conference room. Weapons drawn, everyone searched the area, spread out as Ian, Pratt, and Highlander ran to the gatehouse.
When the startled guard handed Pratt the large envelope, two loud cracks sounded back to back. Several of Highlander’s men shouted for everyone to get down, dropping to the ground. Spinning around, Pratt started to run to her teammates as Ian and Highlander grabbed her and pushed her to the ground.
Pratt tried to push both men off her when a third crack sounded in the silence. A few seconds later, Pratt’s phone rang.
Before Pratt could say hello, a male voice came through the speaker. “Just a brief demonstration of what’s to come if you keep looking for Ms. Hamilton. I own her. Leave town before I own you!” The voice disconnected the call.
“Ares” Ian, Highlander and Pratt all said at the same time.
When no more shots rang out, the Trident men called their wives to check on them and ordered them to stay inside. Alpha Squad sounded off one by one, as did Highlander’s team did the same.
“Shit! Lt., Thompson is down. Bullet to the head!” Mac, Highlander’s second in command, yelled out.
Pratt looked around, confused. “Joe, he was taken out deliberately.”
