Turned in By Tack

Madeline has a strange feeling come over her. Like some impending doom. She wasn't sure why. When she was summoned before Eddie she first thought he would just want to have his way with her again. He will probably try to put it up my ass this time. She groaned out of dread. But when she saw that Tack was smiling along with a dozen other Gangers along with Eddie's personal thugs she became concerned.

"What's up Eddie?" Madeline said, her voice not quite a strong as it normally was.

"Don't you fucking 'What's up Eddie' me." He said with a snarl. "You know exactly why I called you here. I have talking to Tack."

"So what?" Madeline shrugged "What the fuck does he have to do with anything."

"Tack says you took one of the slaves we got into your tent for a little fun." Eddie sneered, his face darkening.

"Eddie--" she was cut off.

"What did I fucking tell you? Whose bitch are you?" he demanded.

"I'm your bitch." Madeline said weakly.

"That's fucking right." he nodded.

"Eddie," Madeline said stepping closer "Tack is jealous. I bet he didn't tell you he made advances toward me? He was trying fuck me every patrol."

"See boss," Tack said with a grin "I told you she'd say that shit."

"Oh shut up you rad roach shit eating motherfucker." Madeline said in a moment of spirited vitriol that amazed even Eddie's guards.

"Yeah you did Tack." Eddie said concerned at the situation.

There was a pause. A deathly quiet on the group.

"So whadda got to say for yourself?" Eddie said, his voice cold.