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Warning: Adult language, adult situations

Chapter 72: Thursday, September 1st, 1230-1400

Miami Rangeman

Marco's POV

I can't fucking believe that I'm getting stuck with not only Ranger but his kiss ass cousin Santos as well. What did I ever do to deserve this punishment? I still don't understand what the problem is with our office. I run a tight ship, and we do good work. I know we aren't growing as much as Trenton and Boston, but we have an eighty percent share of the security market. I don't see how we can grow any further.

To make matters worse, he's bringing his piece of ass in here, making her part of the leadership team. What a fucking joke. Never did I think I'd see the day when Ranger was being led around by his dick. Talk about being pussy whipped.

I am also annoyed that Ranger undermined my authority by calling Carter to the mats. He didn't say anything that bad. I mean, it's what everyone in the room was thinking, well, all except Silvio. Silvio isn't pulling his weight here, but we have to keep him because he is the boss' favorite. In fact, those assholes from Trenton can do no wrong. Every decision that is made is made in the best interest of Trenton and Boston. About two years ago, I started saving money. In another six months, I should have enough to buy out Ranger, Santos, Brown, and Tank. Then, this office can be mine and mine alone. No more kissing ass to Manoso.

I tried to play my role, accepting Ranger and his piece of ass. I was doing fine, that is until last night when Ranger informed me of the changes he was making. I didn't even have a fucking say. He decided to send Phil to Trenton, though I prefer Phil here. Instead, I'm getting stuck with Slick. Then, he's taking Fugitive Apprehension from me, giving it to his cousin and his skirt. Ridiculous. I already informed my FA teams to disregard anything that woman tells them. There is no way that she has any clue, especially if all the stories we heard about her are true. She's nothing but a disaster magnet, a liability. I won't allow one of my men to end up in the hospital, or worse, the morgue, because of that skank.

I don't understand what problem Ranger has with what I expect of Maggie. She is the housekeeper here, so she keeps the house. I don't understand why my men are supposed to make their beds and keep their apartments tidy if we have Maggie. That's her job. In fact, it's the only job that women are made for; cleaning and keeping house, popping out kids and cooking for us men.

I briefly spoke with Carter after Ranger dismissed me, telling him Ranger's and Lester's weaknesses. I've never faced Hector, but a guy who's barely 5'7" can't be too dangerous. I also set up a little side betting, against Ranger. I don't think that he can take on Carter. He's gone soft. And Lester, watching him train Stephanie was a joke. She doesn't even know basic self-defense, yet she's part of the leadership team. Bullshit!

I glance at my clock and realize it's time to go to the gym. I must be there to support my men. I already sent out an e-mail ordering all those not on the clock to be present in support of their team member. I know we will be there in force. I arrive, seeing that the Trenton team has yet to show up. At ten to one, Brown, Woody, Hector, and Manny arrive in the gym. Ranger, Santos, and the skirt are nowhere to be found. At five to one, they enter the gym, flanking Stephanie, as if she is some important client that needs bodyguarding. I watch as Ranger's whore walks over to Hector, saying something in his ear before kissing his cheek. He replies to her, before addressing Woody and Manny in a voice that we all can hear.

"You're in charge. Keep mi Angelita safe."

They fist pump Hector, and he walks over to Santos and Ranger. Brown is in full medic mode, with his bag at the ready. Traditionally, the medic is the officiant, announcing the rules and making sure that the fighting is clean. I look at the three opponents, noticing that they are all wearing black shorts with black wife beater tank tops. I can see their muscle definition, and I must say, they all have an outstanding physique. No one here in Miami is as built as they are. Maybe Carter doesn't really stand a chance. I look at Carter in his faded Army t-shirt and olive green shorts, looking like a high school kid who just started working out. Bobby calls Carter, Hector, Santos, and Ranger to the center of the mats before reviewing the rules.

"Gentlemen, you are here to dole out punishment to Steven Carter for disrespecting a member of the Rangeman team. The following rules are to be followed for this punishment. Number one, there is no pulling of punches. You are fighting all out. Number two, there are no weapons allowed. Number three, the fight will be over either when Carter is incapacitated or taken down six times, twice by each opponent, or when each opponent is either taken down twice by Carter, or their turn is over. There will be no draw, and no opponent is allowed to quit. Hector will be up first, followed by Lester then Ranger. Are there any questions?" Bobby pauses, looking at each person before continuing, "each round will be ten minutes long. At the end of ten minutes, I will ask you to break for three minutes before resuming. There is to be no interference. My decisions are final. Do you understand?"

After each man stated that they understood the rules, Ranger and Lester left the mats. Carter and Hector faced each other. The look on Hector's face was murderous. I don't think I ever want to be on the receiving end of that look. I've heard rumors of Hector's prowess on the mats, his abilities with knives, and his downright stealth, but I have never seen him in action. I can say that Carter is definitely not happy with the look on Hector's face. When Hector looked at Ranger's whore, his expression was one of complete adoration and love. How can one woman pussy-whip so many men?

Hector and Carter circle each other, and Carter gets in the first one-two combo on Hector's torso. I watched as Hector smirked before landing a one-two-three combo with a sidekick. I know his hit-packed a punch because Carter stumbled backward. Hector continues to circle Carter. He's a small guy and very lithe on his feet. Carter never had great footwork, and now, facing Hector, that shortcoming is on full display. Hector continues to land punches and kicks, effectively blocking everything that Carter attempts to land. This isn't looking pretty. Finally, Hector sweeps Carter off his feet. He's down for the first time. It takes Carter all of twenty seconds to jump back up, and I see anger expressed in his eyes. Good, he's going to be more formidable now that he has some anger. Carter attempts to land another two or three punches, but they are blocked. Finally, he tries a round kick, but Hector catches his leg, bringing him down and mounts him on the floor. Match over. Before Hector gets up, though he says, "You will not look at mi Angelita, you will not think about mi Angelita, and you will never disrespect her again. Do you understand?"

Carter nods, as Hector presses his arm against his neck. Carter manages to squeak out a "Yes, Sir." Hector gets up and walks over to Ranger. Ranger bows his head and fist pumps Hector. Hector walks to the whore, saying, "let me know if he bothers you again, Angelita."

"Thank you, mi hermano," she replies. Hector barely broke a sweat and stands near the whore. I watch as my men take a step or two further away. Lester walks onto the mats next.

"You think that Stephanie is unqualified to work with us, but the only reason this company is still standing is because of Stephanie's investigative skills and her intuition. You should be worshipping the ground Beautiful walks on. Don't you ever disrespect my partner again." Lester states before setting up in his ready stance. Bobby official starts the match.

As before with Hector, Lester allows Carter to get a few hits in. However, compared to Santos, Carter is a woeful opponent. Lester is probably the best martial artist and boxer at Rangeman, after Ranger that is, and can take all of us down easily. Within five minutes, he's done with Carter. He, like Hector before, nods to Ranger, then walks over to the whore. Carter got one good hit, and Lester has a cut above his right eye on his eyebrow. Stephanie takes a towel and wipes it away, placing the butterfly bandage over it. She then kisses Lester on the cheek.

Finally, Ranger walks on the mat, and the anger is radiating off him. He glances at his whore, and she at him. His eyes soften when he looks at her, but the moment he turns to Carter, nothing but the gaze of a predator is present. I can tell right away that Ranger is playing with Carter. He is letting him get several hits in, but I know that they are barely registering. This Ranger is a dangerous Ranger, and I watch as Carter is getting cocky, thinking that he is getting the better of Ranger. The crowd watching is deadly silent, recognizing what Ranger is doing, waiting in anticipation of what is to come. Finally, when Ranger does strike, it's with deadly precision. The first time Carter goes down, it's with a hit to the face that will leave him with a blackened eye. Carter takes about a minute to get back up, and Ranger stands there, arms crossed, waiting for him to get up. Finally, Carter stands before him once again, and I swear, that punch must have juggled his brain because I can't believe the words that came out of his mouth next. "That whore must be really good in the sack, maybe you will let us share her. I'm sure that she'll love to be the object of a Rangeman gangbang."

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Woody and Manny holding back Hector, while Lester has his arms wrapped around the slut as she is standing there shaking. Ranger glances at his whore and lets loose. Within what seems to be seconds, Carter is on his stomach, arm pulled back behind him when we hear it break. Bobby runs over to Ranger, pulling him off. Ranger is solely focused on Carter until Bobby says, "Bomber needs you, Ranger."

Ranger shakes his head, releasing Carter. Carter is on the ground, whimpering, clearly defeated. Ranger practically runs over to the whore, wrapping his arms around her. He whispers something in her ear, and I watch as she collapses into uncontrolled sobs. Ranger picks her up bridal style and heads to the elevator, with the Lester at his side. Bobby is attending to Carter and tells Ranger he'll be up soon.

I'm curious as to why she suddenly got so emotional. Maybe there is something there that I can exploit, some knowledge I can use to drive her away from Rangeman forever. I'll need to research her past but under the radar. I know I can't use our search programs because I'm sure Hector is monitoring anything to do with a search on her, but maybe some of the men might know. Perhaps the cop from Trenton will know something. I walk over to check on Carter after dismissing the rest of my men. Once Bobby brings Carter over to the medical suite on the other side of the floor, I see Hector head to the shower as Woody and Manny move to the medical suite as well, I guess guarding Carter. Once Bobby heads up to the penthouse, I'll talk to Carter. But first, I'll dismiss the guard.

Twenty minutes later, Bobby emerges from Carter's room. "Marco, he has a broken arm and a black eye. The arm is a clean break, and he'll be back to duty in about eight weeks. Until then, monitor duty only. However, he is off roll until Monday morning. I gave him some pain killers. Starting Monday, he'll manage the pain with Motrin, Advil, or Tylenol. I'll leave my notes for Nikko and apprise him of the situation. Do you have any questions?"

"No, I don't. Will the woman be okay?"

"If you want to know anything relating to Stephanie, you need to ask Ranger," Bobby replies, leaving for Ranger's apartment on the ninth floor. He nods to Woody and Manny. Once he is out of sight, I turn to the Trenton guard dogs. "You can go. Carter isn't going anywhere."

Manny answers, "sorry, Sir, no can do. We are here until Ranger dismisses us. SOP when Ranger takes someone to the mat as he did with Carter. That was a major offense, and until Ranger speaks with Carter, we are here and cannot let you go in the room."

"Listen, I am in charge of Miami. You will do what I say."

"No, Sir, effective this morning, Ranger is in charge of Miami. We answer to Ranger," Woody states.

I leave, anger radiating from my body. I will find a way to get rid of Ranger and get my office back under my control. I head to the stairwell, taking the steps two at a time until I reach the control room. I open the door and walk to my office, trying to control the anger coursing through my body. I need to get the goods on Stephanie. I think back to the information I saw on Julie's case. There was a sealed file in there, confidential, eyes only, with the BAU team and the Core Team plus Hector given permission to read the file. I have a copy of that file that I serendipitously obtained. I go to my safe and pull it out. I decided to keep it, thinking at the time it could be something I could hold over Ranger's head, but now that he was here, hovering over me, threatening to take away everything I've been working for, it's time for me to read it.

I'm surprised at the contents. It details a gang rape that happened to Ranger's whore. Now I understand why she got so upset at Carter's remarks. It's her worse nightmare. I could use this information. For now, I'll keep that knowledge buried, but when the time is right, Ms. Plum will get a reenactment of her worst night. It should be enough to force her to run from Rangeman and Ranger. There is no way that Ranger will be willing or able to protect her from what we will do to her. Yes, a little initiation into the Miami Rangeman team is necessary. That's the problem with women. They are willing to dress and act like a slut, but the moment you react to their looks and posturing, they cry rape and run away, with their tail between their legs. That's why I don't trust them, and why I don't allow distractions. Ranger will soon learn why women can never be trusted in our world.