Chapter One.
Dynamo
“How long have we had her?” the harsh voice demanded.
Oh God, not Red. I tried to focus, but failed. I was too drugged to do anything. Too out of my mind to fight back.
“Six weeks.”
“And Dynamo’s not under control yet?” Red growled out.
“The cunt is still fighting.”
“You’ve a fortnight. Dynamo either goes on the block then, or I put a bullet in her head. If the bitch can’t be controlled, she’s worthless. Break her!” Red ordered.
“My pleasure,” another man said.
“Boss, if Gold—” “Gold knows how to break the most stubborn cunt. He’ll break Dynamo; she’s worth a fortune.”
Red crossed to where I was. Bent naked over a table, pussy and ass on show.
My legs were spread eagle for these assholes to have instant access.
They were tied to the table legs, and my ankles were rubbed raw.
Pulled in front of me were my arms, chained to a hoop. My wrists were as bloody as my ankles.
Problem was, I wasn’t desired for my body, but for my ability. Red had made that plain. Asshole didn’t care what damage I had.
Red wanted my mind and telekinesis. His thugs had repeatedly raped and beaten me, but I refused to give them what they demanded.
I was kept in a state of constant brain fog because of the drugs they fed me.
In the event of a missed dose, I could deploy my power to get away, a fact they were well aware of.
Unable to focus, I was at their mercy. Concentration was a struggle, yet I kept fighting.
Red grabbed my hair and lifted my head. Coldly, he gazed into my eyes. “Dynamo, you don’t need all your body parts. I will break and own you.”
Never.
Eight weeks missing.
“The cunt had a dose six hours ago, she’s due again in an hour,” Brown said.
Stupid fuckin’ names. Going by colours.
“No probs. Woman’s got a nice ass.” A new voice.
“Take it. Bitch just screams. She’s tight though, so use lube or get a chafed dick. Maroon found that out.” Brown sniggered.
The newbie laughed. “Gold’s left his mark.”
“Gold claims the drugs are masking Dynamo’s pain. That’s why she’s not breaking. He’s the one who’s lengthened her med times. Says he’s noticed no difference between four and six hours. Bitch stayed unchanged regardless of time.”
“Guess I’ll have some fun and then dose her,” the newbie stated.
“Help yourself; we all have,” Brown said, and I heard the door shut. A zipper noise sounded, and I turned my attention away. Gold had been beating me for days now, and finally, because he realised I wasn’t feeling pain, he’d increased the hours before each dosage. That helped.
Hands grabbed my ass, squeezing and kneading.
“Nice, they left us a bottle of lube, Dynamo. I’m going to enjoy this,” the fool whispered.
Whatever. They’d raped me so many times I wasn’t bothered now. I was more worried about freeing my abilities.
I felt clearer even as the guy shoved his dick in my pussy.
Ignoring him, I focused on Romeo. His face, smile, and our bond.
Something tickled the back of my mind, just out of reach, and I wanted to grab for it.
That was a mistake. I’d tried that before and lost the thread.
Cautiously, I fought the drugs and coaxed the connection closer.
Behind me, the asshole groaned and slapped my ass.
I paid no attention. Tiny steps. Then I reached out so slowly I resembled a tortoise and touched the thin lifeline before grasping it.
“Romeo! Free me!” I shrieked.
“Dynamo!” Romeo roared into my mind. Ruthlessly, he began clearing the fog away. Clarity rushed in as Romeo destroyed the cloying dizziness and mussiness that held my ability back.
The guy behind continued raping me even as my power snapped into play. As it did, Romeo bellowed wildly as he realised what was happening. Agony bled from him, and I shut the bond between us.
“God, we’re going to be good friends, you and I,” the fucker groaned as he shot his load.
“You’ve no idea!” I snarled and flung him backward.
He hit the wall with a startled shout, his spine snapping. Fear raced into his eyes as I wrenched the chains from the hook and snapped them. My legs were next, and I collapsed onto the floor.
I was weak, having been kept in that position for hours a day while they abused my body. But my mind was clear, and they had no idea hell had just been unleashed.
Romeo
“Dynamo’s alive!” I roared, racing into the rec room.
Warden looked up. “What?”
“We connected. Dynamo’s been drugged…” I broke off and could not say the next words. My expression gave everything away because Warden turned and threw a glass.
“How often?” he snarled as our brothers and sisters rose to stand.
“Daily and multiple times. It was happening when she reached out.”
Undertaker’s fist slammed into the wall. “Dynamo’s hurt?”
“Yes, badly. They kept her ability locked down using drugs. But Dynamo’s free,” I added.
“Where is she?” Kosmic demanded. My brother looked gaunt. He’d come across Dynamo’s Harley lying in the road. There were skid marks, and we guessed she’d laid it down by the angle. We also discovered a dart and realised she’d been attacked and kidnapped.
We’d not stopped searching; everything was on hold until she was found.
Jameson had alerted every chapter, and everyone was looking, but nobody had seen her.
A couple of trafficking rings had been brought down, but nothing led to Dynamo.
Jameson, the National President, had taken one of his members getting abducted as a serious insult.
Someone had dared to touch the Royal Bastards MC.
Fuck, until this moment we hadn’t even known Dynamo was alive.
“I’ll call Jameson. Now that Dynamo’s in control, we’ll find her. We need boots on the ground,” Warden muttered as he yanked his cell.
It would be another seven days before we found Dynamo.
Dynamo
Carefully, I walked around the bodies and smirked. A week of my skills, and they were all fuckin’ pussies. They were alive—for now.
Several times Romeo had knocked, but I’d kept him shut out. For every rape, bruise, and scar they’d given me, I returned in kind. I couldn’t be sure who raped me when, and how often, so I ensured they were violated ten times daily. I reckoned that was what happened to me.
Of course, Brown screamed it was only that once, but I didn’t believe that.
I wasn’t Romeo and couldn’t rip the truth from their minds.
That’s the only reason they remained alive.
Even Red and Gold had joined the party, but while Red led these cunts, he wasn’t the big man.
And that’s who I wanted. Because what I’d done to them was nothing compared to what I had planned for him. Romeo would get me that info.
Boots thumped on wooden floorboards, and I cocked my head.
I shoved all the assholes against the wall with one hand and braced to snatch whoever walked through the door.
“Is someone here?” a man called. Warily, I prepared to grab him. If he were here, he was with these guys, and I wouldn’t be a victim ever again.
“Crap, there’s a bad smell down here,” a second man said.
“Hello? Dynamo? We don’t mean harm,” the first shouted again.
Bull-fucking-shit.
Ready, I waited, crouched in the corner.
“Prez, could the tip have been wrong?” someone asked. Prez?
The door shoved open, and a man entered, and I hit him powerfully with a blast. He slammed against the wall hard as a second rushed in.
He glanced about and missed me on his initial sweep.
A gun was held in his hand, and he joined the first guy as I tore the weapon away.
Bones snapped, but I didn’t give a fuck.
“Shit!” the first exclaimed.
My invisible grip closed around his throat.
“Stand down!” a third man roared as he entered, and I grinned, prepared to smash him.
Then his cut caught my attention. That patch was familiar.
“Girl, I’m Teller, Prez of the Montreal Chapter. You Dynamo?” he asked softly.
I glowered; no matter what, he was a threat.
Teller didn’t move—neither did I. He captured my gaze as another man entered.
“Stay back!” I warned. They wore cuts I knew, but I didn’t recognise the men wearing them.
“Honey, are you Dynamo?”
“Honey? Fuck you,” I snarled, knowing this was a stand-off and unsure what to do. If they were Royal Bastards, I couldn’t hurt them. Slowly, I relaxed my grip and aimed the gun at them. “Over there.”
They shuffled across, one holding his broken wrist.
Now what?
Teller
Dynamo, if it was her, was fucked up. Her long hair hung in rat tails, her eyes held healing contusions, and there was a world of agony in them.
Didn’t have to ask. It was obvious what these cunts had put her through.
Blood streaked her legs, and while Dynamo wore a filthy white tee, it barely covered her bare pussy.
Bite marks, scratches, and bruises marred the skin on show.
I wanted to close my eyes but daredn’t. Dynamo would see that as weakness and me trying to avoid her truth. I wouldn’t disrespect her pain.
“Call Warden, Double Tap, tell him we’ve found Dynamo,” I ordered over my shoulder to my brother.
“Not Jameson?” Grinder asked.
“Think Jameson can handle her? Dynamo’s ready to kill anyone who isn’t Camden.”
Double Tap paused, nodded, and left the room, tapping his phone.
She watched him go and allowed his exit.
“Dynamo,” I said, and her gaze snapped toward me. “Double Tap is calling Warden, and Vicious will call Jameson. Will you let Razor check you? He’s Montreal’s medic.”
Razor didn’t wait but stepped forward with his medical bag. Dynamo set eyes on it and shit hit the fan. But I didn’t understand exactly what happened. One minute I was standing in the doorway with my brothers behind me, and the next we’re three feet off the floor and pinned against the wall.
“What the fuck!” Grinder roared as he tried to get down.
“What’s going on?” Jameson’s voice burst from Vicious’s phone. The call had connected.
“Is there something you didn’t tell us about Camden, like special abilities? We found Dynamo,” I snapped as I attempted to free myself.