Unapologize
By:PricklySare
A/N: Yada, yada. You know the drill. :) Here is another chapter of everybody's favorite psycho. I hope you enjoy hating her as much as I enjoy writing her and her evil ways. :)
A big thank you goes out to my M's and Stayce. You Babe's are Awesome!
Sare
Chapter Thirty-six: Tracto is Nobody's Toots.
Tracto's POV
I walked silently down the stairs of the house where I'd spent the night, trying to keep the smile from breaking across my face. I hadn't felt this good since I'd destroyed my office the day that Nychta had left. Power was flowing through me. Not only had I found my way inside Rangeman, but in the end, the sex wasn't horrible. It was a good thing that Nychta wouldn't be coming back from Mexico; he'd lost his ability to judge people. After all, he'd hired that worthless slug I'd left upstairs. My phone buzzed just as I was opening the front door and, glancing at the caller ID, I had the sudden urge to break something. Stepping outside I quietly closed the door behind me and flipped open my phone with a savage snap.
"This had better be good or you're going to wish you'd decided to have another drink instead of picking up your phone and dialing me."
"Of course it's a good reason," the man on the other end of the call stated. "I thought you'd want to know that someone is poking around your girl."
"Who?" I snarled. How difficult was it to take care of one simple, worthless, little Trenton whore?
"Some stupid fed."
"Well, that's real fucking helpful. Could you maybe enlighten me a little more? Maybe you'll decide to tell me which agency, or even better, maybe you'll decide to give me a FUCKING name?" Rage was building up inside of me and I forced it back down, locking it away for later.
"Don't get your panties in a bunch, toots. It's some stupid guy from Homeland Security. A real holier than thou asshole. He actually had the audacity to think he could just stroll into my precinct and try to take over. I let him know right quick that he wasn't playing in my field." I couldn't believe that this moron actually thought I gave a fuck. His shithole little precinct meant nothing to me, and was less than worthless. He needed to die and I was more than willing to be the one to do it, just as soon as he'd outlived his usefulness.
"Listen to me you little prick," I said, my voice dropping low, growing colder with each word I spoke. "Call me toots again and I'll make your life more miserable than you could ever begin to imagine." The line was silent and the rage began to bubble again. Insolent piece of shit. "Do you understand what I'm telling you, Lemprik?"
"Yes, ma'am," he mumbled. Ahh, that's more like it. I just love a man who cowers at my greatness.
"Now, for the last time, give. me. a. name," I broke out between clinched teeth.
"Cassidy," he said, sounding like a petulant child. Fucking men. Only good for one thing, and only sometimes. I decided that maybe I wasn't in such a hurry to leave Hades' home after all. He seemed to be pretty good at something, at least getting me close enough that I could finish myself off. Suddenly angry sex was sounding really, really good.
"Much better. That wasn't so hard now was it?"
"No, ma'am."
"Good, now, tell me everything you know and I'll decide what to do next."
Fifteen minutes and several obvious threats later I'd gotten all the information on Cassidy's involvement with the little tramp. I told Lemprik to keep his ears open for anything else that might be worth my time. With that, I shut my phone off, and slammed my way back into the house. It was time to take some of my aggression out on my own personal Rang