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Xander held up the two-inch curling iron. "Twice the size of your husband, isn't it?" He asked her, then shook his head. "Well, maybe we should just say, much more than your husband considering everything now." Xander gestured to her husband's cock and balls on the floor.
"Shoot, I forgot lube." Dyson sighed. "I always forget something."
"That's okay, we'll make it fit. I'm sure the pain won't be any worse than what her victims went through." Xander placed the curling iron against the woman's vagina, and without a care for how much it would hurt, he forced it inside her.
Unable to move, the woman couldn't fight him. Only the constant stream of tears gave away her discomfort.
"Well, that looks like we've taken care of everything." Dyson started putting everything they'd brought into a bag. "What should we do with these?" He toed the bloody cock with his boot.
Xander pulled out zip ties, securing each of the woman's hands to the desk before handing two ties to Dyson. "Toss it. It won't be any good anymore. It's trash."
Dyson picked the cock and balls off the floor and tossed them into the trash can under the desk before tying the man's arms to the desk, so he couldn't move once the drugs wore off. "Got everything?" He glanced back at Xander.
"Sure do." Xander glanced around the room, making sure there was nothing left that could lead anyone to them. "Good to go." He nodded to Dyson.
They made their way to the office door when Xander stopped. "Fuck, I almost forgot." He grinned, sure she'd been thinking she got off easy. He hurried back to the woman, reaching down, he took the plug to the curling iron and held it up for Dyson to see. "I forgot to plug it in." Ignoring the tear-stained face staring up at him, he plugged the cord in so it would slowly heat.
"Tell your friends we'll be coming for them too," Dyson said as they walked out the door.
Once they had shut the couple in the room, Xander quickly pulled a can of spray paint from his pocket. He followed Dyson down the hallway, painting arrows along the wall every five feet to lead the police where they would need to go.
They continued down the stairs, going to the room that surveillance had decided held the boys. It was the hardest thing Xander ever had to do by not rescuing the kids himself, but this was for the best. The arrows he painted would hopefully lead the police to the kids before they found the couple. He spray painted a heart on the door where the kids were held, thankful that Carter somehow always managed to know where they were being kept.
With a final glance at Dyson, they quickly left the scene.
It wasn't until they were in the car and Dyson was pulling away that Xander called the police on a burner phone. "There are three kids being held hostage at 9432 Bunnion Lane." He hung up. Then pulling his own phone out of the glovebox, he quickly sent a message to the team.
Job completed. STK
Silence filled the car as Dyson drove them to the lake to dispose of everything. As much as they joked to torment the perpetrators more, what they did wasn't easy, and it wasn't fun. They all dealt with it their own way, but they all had to deal with it. It wasn't until they were away from the neighborhood that one of them spoke.
"My house and a beer?" Xander asked.
Dyson nodded as he pulled back onto the road. "Maybe two."
CHAPTER NINE
Matt unlocked his car and climbed inside, tired, and exhausted after his first few days back at work. He hated every minute of it. The work was the same, the job easy, but what he hated was that every five minutes, someone was coming in and telling him how sorry they were about Faith.
Each time he wanted to scream at them to leave him alone, but they were just trying to console him and be kind. He couldn't take his anger and frustration out on them. Still, it got to be so bad that he could hardly do the job he was paid to do. He was more of a distraction at work than a help.
He started the car, cranking the air conditioner, hoping to cool it down after it had sat in the sun all day. He stared up at the large office building he'd worked in for more years than he could remember. It had been a good job. It supported his family when he'd first gotten married, then again when he had Faith, but now, without a reason to go in, without a reason to need that paycheck, he found he just was not motivated to do it anymore.
Life was different now. All he could think about, care about, was getting Faith back. It wasn't fair that he wasted his boss's time coming into work every day just to get nothing accomplished. He sighed as he pulled the business card Carter had given him from his pocket. He'd stared at it more times than he wanted to admit, going over everything that they'd said to him. Some of the things they'd discussed were hard to swallow, and he was fully aware that what this team did wasn't legal, but the more he thought about it, the more he understood why they did what they did.
One thing he'd learned being on the dark web was that most of the people who abused children had a record. They were on the sex offenders list already, and they were still active. They served their time either on probation, in jail, or a longer term in prison, but all of them went right back to doing what they wanted. There were some offenders who didn't care what the police or a judge said, they weren't going to stop. If what Carter and Xander did helped to stop them, then he could get behind them, maybe even join them.
He ran his finger over Carter's name, wondering what the rest of the team was like. Carter and Xander couldn't be more opposite. While he was comfortable with Carter's appearance and ease, it had been Xander's blunt but honest comments that were actually having him consider joining. He liked that they were open about what they did. They didn't have to tell anyone what they did with the pedophiles they caught. It was enough to know they were dealt with, but from the way Xander talked, the team was fully aware of everything the others did. That was refreshing.
He wasn't sure how to take Xander. At first glimpse, he looked as if he belonged riding with some motorcycle gang, but then it had been Xander who took the time to get him a cloth, it was Xander who was honest and open with him while Carter had been picking and choosing his words. He liked how laid back Xander was.
He'd been intrigued by the large, tattooed man. And more than once over the last few days, it was visions of Xander relaxing in his recliner that had brought a smile to his face when nothing else could. He liked that Xander made himself comfortable, that he didn't play by the rules of what was proper or expected. He was his own person, and Matt was jealous of that in many ways. For too many years he'd been what everyone else wanted him to be, not what he wanted.
Refusing to think about it anymore, Matt grabbed his cell phone and punched in Carter's number. He was fooling himself if he thought he could handle coming back to work another day. He'd go in first thing in the morning and tell them he was sorry, but with everything else going on it was best he quit. His heart wasn't in it, and neither was his mind.
"Hello?" Carter's voice came over the phone.
"Hey, Carter, it's Matt, Matt Springton. I hope I'm not bothering you." His palms were suddenly sweaty despite the air conditioning cooling the car.
