“Eh, potato, pah-tato, as the detective here just recently said. The lifestyle is all the same. Women need to be dominated. Controlled. Held to an order, which is provide the heirs and do as their masters tell them. We allow them to do whatever they want, it causes chaos, a chaos that man cannot put up with. A disruption to order.”
Pratt looked over to Ian, pointing her thumb towards Jackson, “He really believes this new world order bullshit his daddy sells.”
Ian chuckled until he saw Jackson shift in his seat. Standing up, Ian moved to stand closer to Pratt, suspecting that Jackson or Jennifer had something planned that wasn’t going to end in a good way.
Pratt noticing Ian’s move, watched Jennifer and Jackson a little more closely. “I’m curious about something though, this little dynamic you have here with each other. Since this whole shenanigan started, it looks like Jennifer is in love with you, but yet, you’re not fucking her. You went after the younger pussy, now don’t get me wrong, Jennifer is still a young pup, but not as young as Dakota…”
“Fuck you!” Jennifer snarled at Pratt, sitting on the edge of her seat.
“You’re funny, Detective Pratt. I have to admit my father and brother left out that part in their description of you.” Jackson clapped as he laughed at Pratt’s taunting.
“Well, I like to call it as I see fit. I mean, she’s been following you around like a puppy. Sings your praises and has even mentioned a time or two that Dakota’s time is limited. I am crazy about my friends and my bosses, but I wouldn’t go that far for them. Sing their praises, yeah, if they have a new date, or were being considered for a new position, but not to someone I’m about to kill though.”
Pratt smirked when Jennifer growled before looking over at Jackson. Pratt and Ian noticed Jennifer shifting in her seat, getting antsy and sending glances over to Jackson off and on as if waiting for a signal. Ian placed a hand on Pratt’s arm as if to hold her back, incase all hell broke loose.
“Mr. Sawyer, I must compliment you on your club, it’s very nice. Hard to get into, long waiting list I’m told. You must be very proud of your accomplishments. A former Navy SEAL, this club and also a very successful security consulting company. I have to say I’m impressed myself.”
“We’re very selective with our clientele. We make sure that the people we allow in will follow the rules and are truly part of the lifestyle, not just someone wanting the name of a Dom or Master. Even if we give you a chance, it doesn’t mean you make it in. You have steps you have to take before you’re approved, even then you’re on probation for one year.” Ian shrugged, staring Jackson down.
Jackson nodded as he looked around the club, ignoring the two women. “Makes sense. We tend to have to do the same with our society. Have to protect your investments. Well…” Jackson laughed as he shook his head, “We have to protect our way of life. While you do yours this way, ours is more…in depth, shall I say.”
“BDSM doesn’t include kidnapping unwilling victims and beating the shit out of them and claiming it’s the lifestyle.” Pratt growled at Jackson. “The one thing that Ian’s club has that you don’t, is consent. The men and women here consent to the lifestyle, they consent to the role play, they consent to the sex. Oh, well, make that two things, the women get to go home to their own beds, not forced to sleep with whatever Tom, Dick or little Harry you demand they sleep with to make you money.”
Jackson pounded the table with his fist as he leaned forward, pissed. “I donotforce my wife to fuck every Tom, Dick orlittleHarry, as you call it. There is only one person her sweet cunt satisfies and that is me!”
“Wife?” Jennifer asked before Ian and Pratt could say anything.
Ian and Pratt looked at each other in confusion, mouthing the word ‘wife’ to each other in question. When they looked back at Jackson and Jennifer, who was still in a heated discussion, their confusion mounted more.
“I do not have to answer to you Jennifer, you work for me, remember?”
“You never said you took that little whore as a wife!” Jennifer screamed at Jackson.
“Goes to show you that he never trusted you with that bit of information there, sis. I mean, think about it, here you are doing all his dirty work for him while he stays in the background. He had Peter and Asia taken out when their usefulness ended. Had Candy canned in local jail she was being held when he found out she was going to spill the beans. It was only a matter of time before your last breath. You were hoping, eventually, he would give you the dick and yet he married the younger snatch and didn’t tell anyone.”
Jennifer lunged for Pratt, screaming at the top of her lungs, grabbing Pratt around her throat.
Pratt broke the hold, knocking Jennifer’s hands off of her. Once she could breathe, Pratt threw a right hook, punching Jennifer in the face, causing her to fall back, hard onto the ground, screaming in pain.
Jennifer landed with a hard thud, screaming from the pain of her nose being broken and landing on her back. Gingerly getting up, Jennifer lunged at Pratt again. Pratt blocked the swinging hand Jennifer threw her way, punching her in the throat with her free hand.
Jennifer stumbled backwards, coughing and gasping for air. Jennifer Grabbed for something behind her back, screaming as loud as she could as her arm swung back around, firing her weapon several times at Pratt.
Pratt went down with an ‘oomph’. When she didn’t move for several seconds, Jennifer laughed manically as she stumbled on a broken heel towards Pratt. Kneeling down, Jennifer got into Pratt’s face, breathing heavily.
“I won, bitch! See you in hell!”
“You first,bitch!” Pratt jerked upwards, grabbing Jennifer with a handful of hair at the same time as she pulled a knife from her pocket, stabbing Jennifer in an upwards motion, under her jaw.
When Pratt looked around her, Jackson and Ian were fighting. As she got up, Cater and several of Ian’s men came rushing into the room and grabbed Jackson and placing zip ties onto his wrists. Pratt walked up to Jackson, staring him directly in the eyes.
“Where’s Dakota?”
“You will never findmywife!”
“The marriage isn’t legally binding when it’s a forced marriage. Just because one of your cronies preformed the ceremony doesn’t mean it’s legal dumbass!”
“Ah, so much you have yet to learn,cunt! My brother, a true embarrassment to our father, never really did learn how to train his whore’s properly. Father should have given you to me, but then again, since you weren’t that much of a prize, I can see why he gave you to Jon.” Jackson smirked at Pratt as he growled at her.
