“So, the family has always had privileged upbringings?” Devon asked as he looked over to Brody.
“Wait, your former father-in-law is Nations Harris? The Senator for California, who always boasts about bringing California into the ‘New World’?” Brody mocked the last part of his questions.
“Yeah, one and the same. I only fucked his son. I didn’t vote for him.” Pratt commented causing her teammates to cough as they tried to hide their laughter. Pratt shrugged straight faced, causing Diesel and her teammates to roar with laughter.
Gene and Larry smirked as Highlander shook his head.
“What’s with the history lesson?” Carter prompted Pratt to get to the point.
“Sorry, talking about new masters and Ares statement, he owned Dakota made me remember something Jon said before he realized I wasn’t breaking. That was something he would always say during our fights. ‘He owned me and if I didn’t heel or whatever the word of the day was, he would sell me to another master, and no one would know or care what happened to me’.”
“Mother fucker!” Highlander growled deeply, angry at what his wife went through.
“Jon’s father wore a ring with a weird insignia, like a V with the tops curved over top a gladiator like helmet. The Senator would mumble some shit about being the descendants of the god of war. The god of war is Ares. Their old men shits would get together and wear dark red robes, that have hoods and some kind of a rope deal around the waist. Jon and Carlton had them also. They believed men were superior, rulers of the earth. They real beliefs about women went to the stone age shit.”
“Stone age shit?” York inquired, hands on her hips.
“Men rule, they own everything, women are only good for sex, birthing the next generation and keeping the house clean.” Gene replied before Pratt could, causing her to growl at him.
“Assholes” All the women muttered.
“Hey now, not all men believe this bullshit!” Brody defended his gender.
“No, but I will say this, and I can only say this now, because of being with Joe, this group of men give those in the BDSM lifestyle a very bad name. The women are beaten, chained, forced into slave contracts and if they try to get away, they disappear, if they don’t wind up dead. These men are sadistic as fuck!”
As everyone discussed the society with no name, Nathan Cook came into the room, going straight to Brody with two DVDs in his hand. The two men quietly discussed about the disk before Nathan left.
“Everything okay?” Sgt. Brocard quietly asked Brody, stopping by his seat.
“I’m about to see. Nathan had two disks that had some issues with facial recs.”
“Okay, we’ve been burning the candles at both ends for four days. I want to take a break, get refreshed, see my wife and kid, remind them I exist. I know my guys do too. We’ll attack this at a new angle in the morning.” Ian ordered everyone.
“Sheesh, so damn bossy!” Diesel joked to Alpha Squad’s horror when Ian and Carter looked at her, raising an eyebrow.
“Geezus Diesel shut the fuck up! See this is why we feel sorry for any real man you wind up with. Those pissants you choose only makes you worse!” York grumbled, smacking Diesel in the back of the head.
“Diesel, we’ve offered to set you up with real men we know, but you always find something wrong with them.” Rameriez volunteered, to the amusement of all the men in the room.
“No thanks! The men you all date, or I should say marry in Pratt’s case, are too much work!”
“Woman! We’ve told you in the past your issues are you hate to cook, clean, or give head. Three key ingredients for a happy man, a happy relationship.” Pratt reminded Diesel.
“1950s much?” Diesel mumbled half assed.
“Diesel, it has nothing to do with the 1950s. If you expect a man to munch your carpet, then you should, in all fairness, lickity lick his blow pop! You expect a man to do the housework and cook, maybe it should really be you doing it alongside him, stop expecting the man to do everything. A man likes to come home to a nice cleaned house, a home cooked meal and his dick sucked for dessert every now and then. It’s only fair!”
“Yeah, okay, when you have that shit in the bag, let me know, ho!” Diesel half laughed, as she walked towards the door.
“Actually, Diesel, my lass does. We share everything. Even after we’ve both had a long day, we work side by side with dinner and cleaning up. Are there times my lass does it all? Aye, she does and it’s because she wanted to take care of me. Are there times I do it for my wife? Aye, if I get home before her, I have no problems starting dinner, cleaning up and taking care of our wee bairns. That’s what a relationship is.”
“Lord woman, your parents really fucked you in the head!” Rameriez muttered as she followed Diesel out of the conference room door.
“Romanian gypsies! The women quit school, marry as teenagers and the men rule.” York answered the men’s questioning stares as they walked out behind Diesel.
9
For the first time since meeting Highlander, Pratt was afraid to be in the same room alone with him. She’s never talked about her past horror with anyone, partly out of shame for what she put up with for her parent’s approval, but also for everyone’s safety, incase her warnings weren’t heeded by her ex-husband and his family.
