Page 6 of Dynamo
Boots stomped, and I looked up. Warden and his club had arrived, but I didn’t call out. Dynamo had become twitchier as the hours ticked past. She didn’t speak or look at us, but she was certainly on high alert.
The door slammed open, and Warden appeared with his VP beside him. Both men took in their surroundings, and the horror hit them at the same time.
Dynamo raised her face and held Warden’s gaze.
“Fuck.” The word fell from Warden’s lips and conveyed so many emotions. Pain, anger, hurt, distress, grief, guilt—it showed them all. Dynamo shoved her head back between her knees and refused to look up again.
“Romeo, Slasher,” Warden said. A brother stepped forward, eyes glowing as he focused on Dynamo. Seconds later, a soft sigh escaped, and she slumped forward. Warden crouched down beside her as Slasher hovered over her. In sheer disbelief, my brothers and I watched as Slasher’s hands glowed as he ran them over Dynamo’s body.
“She’s safe for transport,” he announced.
“Romeo, keep Dynamo under until we get home. I don’t want her waking up in a strange place,” Warden ordered.
“Your clubhouse local?” Undertaker, Warden’s VP, asked.
“Yeah,” I replied as I motioned for my brothers to get up.
“Can we head there? Slasher needs to check Dynamo over somewhere safe.” Warden held my gaze, and I saw what he wasn’t saying.
“Be my pleasure. What about them?” I nodded to the pile of bodies. They were alive, although some barely were.
“Fuck me, Dynamo lit into them. Hope she made them suffer,” Romeo snarled, hate in his voice.
“Slasher, keep them breathing. Dynamo’s not finished yet. I know our sister.”
Confused, I sent Warden a quizzical glance.
“They’d be dead if Dynamo had; she probably tired herself out,” he added, and I nodded. Somehow I didn’t doubt that.
Slasher stood over them, distaste on his face, but hands glowing. Was he healing them? I eyed Warden. Jameson had certainly been keeping secrets.
Warden
Teller was eyeing me suspiciously, and his club was on high alert. All the women had been removed from the clubhouse when we arrived, and I’d have laughed if I hadn’t perceived that as an insult.
“Royal Bastards,” I snapped. “Different chapters, but family all the same.”
Teller caught on and shrugged.
“None of ya are exactly normal.”
“I’m your brother!” I growled.
Teller stiffened. He didn’t like me pointing that out.
“Ain’t shit on you, Teller, so why remove the women? Think we’re going to lose control? Blow up and harm someone?” I sneered.
Teller went to open his mouth.
I turned to Slasher. “Can Dynamo make it home?”
“Yeah.”
“Camden, roll out; we’re heading back,” I ordered. “Take Dynamo in the SUV and ride beside her, Slasher. Romeo, keep our sister under until we’re home.”
“Warden—”
Teller didn’t get to finish because Vogue appeared. “You’re frightened of them. They ain’t the monsters—I am.” Her hands lit up in flames.
