A Man of Honor (5 page)

Chapter Eight

Dominic had planned his take down of Ty carefully. In order for it to work, very few deputies were in on his strategy. His inspector always agreed with him when it came to placing an agent undercover. This time it was a no-brainer after seeing Chad Williams all done up in drag. Not bad looking as a guy but as a woman, unbelievable.

“Jesus Christ, Chad. I think God played a real dirty trick on you,” Dominic remarked when he came out in full drag.

“Fuck you, Dominic,” Chad answered then put his hand on his hip, accentuating the slim curves he displayed in the black dress. The black stiletto heels would be a challenge, but Chad was up to it.

“I’ve got to agree with Dom in this instance, man. I’d fuck you,” his inspector said.

Chad leered, and then said, “Try it,” his voice now completely falsetto as he fluttered his false eyelashes.

“Now that’s brilliant,” his inspector said.

“I knew my friggin looks would come in handy one day, but this?” Chad burst out laughing.

Dominic laughed along with him. He knew the man was disgustingly straight and married, with two beautiful daughters. Chad Williams was also a loyal and brave deputy.

It took Chad no less than twenty-four hours to get a job at the whorehouse. Would Ty be suspicious? Even Dominic, after seeing Chad Williams in complete drag, would never guess he was a federal agent. So far, the plan had no holes.

“How easy was it to get hired? Did they even check, you know, to see?” Dominic said, leaning against the wall, his mind there but also on the next step of his plan.

“Nope,” Chad said in a high falsetto voice. “They cater to men who take it any way they can get it. I’ve been asked to move in. They’re giving me a room and a cut of the profits. The so-called madam, another transgender male, said it’s the best deal in Reno as far as whorehouses go. I’m in. Now my question is, how long?”

“Tomorrow. Keep your cool. You’ll need to begin early moving in clothing and a few personal belongings. We’ll set you up today with suitcases containing your belongings to show them you’re moving in. We need to keep them believing for one more day. You’ve done a spectacular job, and I know this wasn’t easy. Tomorrow. We need one more day.”

Chad nodded, and their inspector shook his hand. “I’ve got the best team on this. I just want that son of a bitch back in custody. He’ll be tried for murder and put away for the rest of his life.”

Dominic paced the floor of his hotel room. They were ready, and had to wait before going in. Sometimes you get lucky. The sexual appetites of some men blur their vision and supersede good judgment. The brothel hiring Chad at this time was a prime example.

He’d done his job, sending over the names of all the hostages, what weapons Ty had, and his frame of mind. Tomorrow Chad would be packing and waiting for Dominic’s orders. Dominic wouldn’t let Chad take any initiative; it was all of them or none. But knowing Chad and how he operated, he’d do what he could before the shit hit the fan.

He had a few minutes alone then opened the door and headed to the main suite. The teams would be assembled there. He always needed his own room. He needed time to clear his head before every strike. Some needed to smoke a cigarette, others needed black coffee, and some threw up. Everyone handled the danger they were facing differently.

In order for Dominic’s plan to work, all personnel had to hold up in the hotel for over two days, allowing Chad to infiltrate the brothel, which he did brilliantly.

The double doors to the main suite were wide open. His inspector sat on one large, winged chair checking a tablet. The computer teams wasted no time setting up shop. Communication was the ultimate key in every strike.

He stood in the middle of the room. “Are we ready for tomorrow?” he said, looking at the face of every agent in the room.

“Yes,” answered his inspector.

“Then ladies and gentlemen, good luck and God Damn it, use your heads. I want this strike to come down without the loss of any human life. He’s desperate, I’m sure. He knows he’s going to be surrounded, and soon. Chad has done an amazing job  providing us with names, what weapons Ty’s equipped with, and the layout of the inside of the brothel ins such a short period of time.

We’re within walking distance of the whorehouse. We’ll leave in pairs. Make sure your earplugs are clear and working. Test them now, everyone. Each of you has a password. Use it. The main computers have voice recognition and all of your passwords. If one isn’t transmitted, we’ll know immediately. I’m not losing agents. This should be routine. Most of you will be dressed in street clothes at my request. Too many suits walking the streets would definitely draw attention. Make sure your chest protectors are secure. They
will
stop a bullet. ”

Dominic was almost finished with what he had to say and leaned against the large fireplace in the suite. “Are there any questions?”

One of the agents on the computers waved his finger slowly. “I have one. What do you want us to do if we lose contact with any one of you? Right now I can see everyone.”

Dominic answered. “Every agent has a number. I’ll need that number.  Let me know verbally. I will then know every agent’s number and name. I’ll take it from there; I want no casualties or missing agents.”

The room went silent. Dominic waited a few minutes more as he checked the faces of the teams before him, trying to memorize each face. “I guess question and answer time is over.” He smiled. “I have worked with many of you before, and I intend to again,” he said, checking his watch.

They’d wait until dawn when there would be less people on the roads and in the streets. Perhaps they’d catch most of them in the brothel asleep. Dominic was sure a few of them would sleep tonight. The room emptied. Now they’d wait.

He never needed to ask if his teams were ready. Before the sun rose, he had the teams assembled one last time, making sure everyone wore their body armor. Two by two, they left the hotel on foot. The snipers and special teams were in position all night, waiting and watching. It was his turn to leave. He had Webster stay behind with him. His inspector turned to him, “You two are next. Good luck.”

“Ready?” Dominic asked. “Yes,” she said, putting her Glock G26 in her shoulder holster.

Dominic checked his own Glock G21, a full size version of her more compact one, and secured it in his shoulder holster. “Let’s go,” he said, letting her leave before him. His inspector watched. “Don’t worry. She’s with me.”

“I’m not worried about any of you. That piss head is going down.”

Sharp shooters positioned; local police ready, and the FBI backing the marshals. Daylight peeked through the clouds, the sun rising slowly as everyone waited. Dominic gripped his radio, waiting for the precise moment to let everyone move in. You hear every breath, so steady and confident. The seconds ticked away. Dominic waited…watched… “I do believe it’s a go,” he commanded,  his voice low and steady.                                                                                  

His teams of U.S. Marshals converged on the whorehouse. One agent knocked on the door. “Open the door, U.S. Marshal. You are harboring a fugitive from the law. His name is Ty Forsberg. Please send him out with his hands up in the air.  No one has to get hurt. Please open the door,” the marshal said.

“Go fuck yourself,” a high-pitched voice echoed through an open window.

Dominic heard Ty. The last thing they needed was to have him kill anyone now. The marshal at the door looked to him. He waved him on. It was only a matter of seconds before they broke through the front door and flooded the house.

Surprisingly enough, Ty never knew what hit him. Doors burst open and windows exploded as the FBI, local police, and U.S. Marshals flooded the whorehouse. The crazy motherfucker had threatened to kill himself, but first he was taking a few hostages with him. As brilliant as he was, Ty never expected the well-orchestrated onslaught. It was obvious that he underestimated the federal government, and Dominic.

Ty never figured on a U.S. Marshal being able to infiltrate his little entourage. Chad had taken them all by surprise. Even Chad had thought it was too easy, but Ty’s sexual needs were strong.  Chad would have been his next conquest. Chad was a top notch U.S. Marshal, so when the window opened and he saw Ty’s desperation, he moved in on him in seconds before he could take a life, or his own. He had him in cuffs and face to the floor by the time his comrades rushed through the door and Dominic got there. As always, Dominic was relieved. It’s the way he liked an assignment to go down. No unnecessary loss of life, including the recaptured fugitive’s.

When they first rushed the house, the main area was empty, but no sooner where they in, Dominic’s and his inspector’s phones rang with a message, ‘
I have him. No one’s harmed. HAPPY FACE.’
The latter being Chad’s password. However, they were still cautious and proceeded as planned. They found Ty in the first room they came to, on his belly, face down and handcuffed, with Chad sitting in a chair eating a bag of chips. “Here he is, all wrapped up nice,” said Chad, grinning, looking disturbingly gorgeous. “The little shit did manage to elude me for a few seconds, egging the Marshalls at the door on, but that ended fast.”

Dominic lowered his weapon as the house became flooded with people. He watched Chad. He’d staged everything perfectly and sometimes you win, thought Dominic. You hit the jackpot, and an assignment goes as planned. 

He had no doubt that Ty would have killed the hostages. It was possible some innocent people could have died. Collateral damage, how he hated that phrase, but that wasn’t the case this time.

He came to the chair Chad sat and extended his hand. “Good job buttercup,” Dominic said grinning broadly.

Chad chewed another chip. “Flattery will get you nowhere.” The two of them broke out into laughter, the best medicine for calming both their nerves.

Chapter Nine

Ty Forsberg was back in custody and on his way to a high security federal prison. For now, getting Ty to Administrative Maximum Facility, better known as A.D.X. Florence, in Florence Colorado, was priority. He’d be transported to the super max facility, as there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that Ty would be a constant problem to himself and any prison.

The hostages were fine and in ambulances on the way to see doctors waiting for them. Dominic began to survey the interior. He walked to where Ty had kept the hostages and wasn’t surprised at what he found. He’d had them all naked and tied up. They hadn’t been allowed to eat and had to relieve themselves where they sat. The stench in the room was overwhelming, and he almost heaved his guts when he approached the one bedroom he had used as sleeping quarters. All Dominic could think was what a sick motherfucker Ty was.

Chad was beside him, his wig off and makeup smeared in an attempt to clean his face. “He kept the ones here he didn’t like, the ones he was threatening to kill. He told us we were privileged, the few allowed to stay free, clothed, and fed. He was courting a few of us.

I had to stand by and watch his treatment of the hostages; it was fucking disgusting and took all my reserve Dom not to kill the little prick. But a little shit and piss wasn’t going to kill them, and they weren’t here but for a few days. I couldn’t blow my cover.”

Dominic turned to him. “Chad, you did a fine job. Can’t say I would have done anything different from you. We lost no one. That’s the important thing.” He patted the handsome young agent on the back.

“Thanks, but I still feel I could have done more. I guess that everyone survived this little nightmare is an important factor. I want to show you something downstairs. When I first came here, he was taking the male hostages one by one downstairs. I heard the screams; there was nothing I could do without blowing my cover. I had my suspicions, I was aware of his background and sexual preference; again my fucking cover couldn’t be blown.”

Dominic followed Chad through the large house to the kitchen. He opened a door. “You need to see this,” Chad said. He followed him down the staircase, and then Chad flipped a switch. The entire room was bathed in soothing blue lighting, yet it did nothing to hide the apparatus contained down there.

At first glance, Dominic could only think it was a highly sophisticated torture chamber but as he surveyed the room further, he recognized some of the equipment, namely the St. Andrew’s cross. He slowly walked around the large room, letting his eyes take in each interesting piece displayed. On one wall hung a variety of riding crops; some had fancy silver handles and some had smooth glass handles. Alongside them hung fancy whips, floggers, chains, and handcuffs. His eyes scanned the room further, noting the queening chair, spanking bench, and a fucking table. He’d see it all in photographs Shauna had shown him in a catalog. Up close, nothing seemed as intimidating as he anticipated it to be. In fact, he found it rather arousing.

He touched the velvet tendrils on the floggers and stood before the array of paddles; some padded, others smooth leather and wood. He had to admit the brothel had a well-equipped dungeon. He opened a few drawers and found breast clamps, penis pumps, vibrators, and a collection of dildos. The large bottom drawer contained packaged butt plugs and various other goodies.

“Amazing shit, Chad,” Dominic said, moving his head to the side so he could watch Chad’s reaction. “Quite a little dungeon,” Dominic said, holding a packaged butt plug.

“I thought so. I had no idea this was here until the madam asked me if I was into a little bondage or some S&M.” Chad took the package from Dominic’s hand. “I’m sure my wife would get a kick out of this. You know since she read a few books about this crap, she’s been wanting to try a little bedroom play. Not so easy with the kids and all.”

“Yeah, my pretty little redhead likes some BDSM play. Me, I’m learning it’s not so bad and quite a turn on.”

Dominic threw the plug back in the drawer. “Well, it will be a while before this place will be up and running again. Are there any more surprises?”

“Nope, but they will be going over this place with a fine-tooth comb,” Chad said as they headed for the stairs.

When they appeared at the door to the basement where a few agents were taking pictures, they turned to look at Chad.

“Holy shit, Chad, is that you? I fucking heard, but I didn’t believe them,” said a dark haired agent.

“Damn,” remarked the other one.

“Yeah, it’s me,” he answered. “I’m tired of this shit,” he said. “Have they got my clothes in one of the vans?” he asked Dominic.

“Yup, but we still have some questioning to do,” Dominic explained.

Dominic and Chad walked to the front room where they had some of the employees sitting getting ready for questioning. The hostages had been loaded into ambulances and taken to the hospital.  The room they had been held in was sprayed until they could go in and investigate.

“My Lord,” said one transgender male. “You’re gorgeous. Now what color lipstick was that?” he asked.

Chad used a wad of tissues to wipe off the lipstick. “Like I fucking know,” he answered.

“Lord, you’re rude,” said the transgender male as Chad walked away.

Another transgender employee burst out laughing then took on a serious face. “Oh, thank you all for coming to save us. I really do think that Ty would have killed us all. He was such an angry little man.”

A beautiful blonde then walked up to Dominic. “Marshal, we owe you our lives,” she turned to the room full of law enforcement agents. “Thank you, all of you. Randy here is right; I think he would have killed us one by one. I should have known when he walked through that door.”

Dominic looked her over; he had no doubts, she’d once been a man. The makeup was applied flawlessly, not a hair was out of place, and the breasts were large and perfect.  She was beautiful and feminine. Maybe nature did play a nasty joke on some people.

“You’re welcome. You understand that each one of you needs to be questioned. I ask that no one leave the state or the country.” Dominic said that last statement with a smirk on his face. He was sure all of them wanted to run and keep running.

He scanned the array of transgender men before him. He could only shake his head. One thing he knew for sure, he loved pussy. Thinking of pussy, his mind went to Shauna. He missed her.

He needed some R&R. Maybe she could come to Vegas or even Reno for a few days. Ty was no longer his problem. Dominic had done his job. While investigating the escapee, he’d dug up more than he expected about Ty. He was a nasty little man and preyed on older women. He was sure the evidence he uncovered would lead to a full investigation, resulting in linking Ty to several murders. All of Dominic’s files would be turned over to the department for further investigation.

Seven U.S. Marshals walked Ty out into the main room of the house. “Where is the brilliant man who had me all figured out?” a shrill little voice screamed as Ty was shackled and led out. “I want to meet him!” he continued to rant as two large agents held him by his arms.

Dominic stood in his way on purpose, making sure he was able to taunt the piece of shit. “Congrats. You’ve hit the jackpot, Ty.  You’re going to a maximum-security federal prison. There, you’ll rot.”

Ty spit at him.  Dominic moved quickly, letting the spit hit the floor. “You think you’ve outsmarted me? You wait and see, deputy. Esposito, is that your name? Hope you don’t have anyone close to you that you love. I’d be worried if I was you.” 

Dominic got in Ty’s face. “I see you did a little bit of research. Idle threats, Ty. I’d worry about where I was going if I were you.” 

Ty snarled. “You think you’ve seen the last of me!” he yelled as they tried to drag him from the house. “Fuck you, Esposito. Fuck you all,” he screamed.

Seeing him now, Dominic thought not all five feet eight of him intimidated anyone. But he was a demon, a killer, and the worst kind. Dominic stepped up and stood in Ty’s face. He said nothing, just stared him down.

Ty let a small sadistic grin light up his unattractive mug. “My, my, you’re a strong one, aren’t you? Tell me deputy, did it make your dick hard knowing you had me?”

“Very,” was all Dominic answered. His blunt tone and answer caught the attention of everybody.

“You bastard,” Ty said then made an awful guttural sound, getting ready to spit in Dominic’s face.

“I’d hold that loogie if I was you.” Dominic taunted, walking up to Ty and putting his hand underneath his jaw.

“Oh, deputy, how I’d love to have your cock up my ass,” he said in his whiny little voice, trying hard to intimidate Dominic and all those around him.

Dominic grinned. He was ready to verbally spar with the little shit. “You would love it, Ty. And it’s a big thick cock too, trust me. I never lie about things like that. If I say my cock is big, then it’s big. But where they’re taking you, you’ll never have a cock up your ass again.” Dominic continued to taunt. 

Dominic had read the various psych evaluations, and most stated the same about his sexual orientation. Ty liked domination in bed and tolerated a female in that situation. He enjoyed the abusive treatment, both physical and mental, the Domme or Mistress was capable of giving. He played out what he’d been introduced to as a child. His mother was strong, abusive, and made no bones about belittling his father. Ty’s physiological evaluations revealed his parents never hid their BDSM play from him when he was a child.

Dominic knew the sexual side of Ty Forsberg was strong and more oriented toward male partners than female. He also was aware that Ty was attracted to the kind of man he was: tall, dark, and strong. At the moment, he sported a heavy five o’clock shadow that overtook his face. His suit, though dark, was crisp and could only give off an air of domination.

Sick motherfuckers Dominic thought as he took in the face of the man before him. He didn’t care that they were into BDSM, but he was disgusted that they let Ty see their sessions. Dominic had no doubt that’s what warped Ty’s mind as a child. No one could fault two consenting adults for their fetishes, but to allow their children in on them was the worst kind of child abuse. Did he have a slight bit of empathy for Ty? Yes. If it hadn’t been for his upbringing, life may have developed differently for the unattractive little boy.

He saw the water form in Ty’s eyes, small pools of crocodile tears. Nothing Ty could do or say could affect him or make him feel sorry for him. Some human beings rise above their beginnings, and they destroy others. Dominic turned and walked toward Webster, who now made eye contact with him. She smiled as she put her gun back in the holster. “This is finally over,” she sighed.

“For us, yes. For him, it’s just beginning,” he said.

“Deputy, one day you’ll be sorry. You think you’ve won, don’t you?” Ty screamed at his back.

Dominic never turned around. Instead, he said loudly, “I have won. This is a done deal!”

Ty went into a tirade, requiring two more marshals to subdue him. They dragged Ty past him and Webster.

“Idle threats. He has no idea where they’re taking him. A.D.X. He’ll never manage to escape from there,” she said, as the marshals dragged him from the house.

The inspector took charge. “Okay everyone, continue this investigation. I want this place gone over with a fine-tooth comb.” He paused for a moment then grabbed Dominic by the arm. “Good job, as always. But why is it I feel like we’re still missing something?”

Dominic raised an eyebrow. There was always that low after the high came. Once they caught the escapee, the adrenalin was still coursing through everyone’s veins. It was a natural phenomenon. Yet Dominic heeded his inspector’s intuition.

“If there’s more, I’m sure we’ll find it. But I think we should all relax and continue going over this scene. How many men will there be with Ty?” Dominic asked.

“Eighteen. That little bastard will not be getting away. We’ve checked every message, every person, man, woman or child, who has had any contact with him in the last few years.”

“His parents?” Dominic asked.

“Yes, his parents.” The inspector answered.

“Then this is over for me. I need a few days away from all this shit.”

Webster was at his side. “It’s early. Want to get some lunch?” she asked.

Dominic had a strange feeling about Webster and her motives. He watched her body language; the pretty brunette wanted more from him. Fraternizing with another marshal was not in his work ethic. He’d have lunch then see what she had up her sleeve. Did she forget he could almost read minds? He smiled at her, almost a snarl. This would be an interesting lunch.