Chapter Ten. #2
The girls had told me she’d called herself my girlfriend to those bitches at school, and it had given me hope.
But she’d rebuffed me, and I wouldn’t force her.
Not a chance in hell. Dynamo would smash me like a rotten pumpkin if I tried.
She was strong and independent, even though she didn’t realise it.
Finally, I grew bored with watching my brothers pull women and got up.
“I’m heading out,” I said, and Jude looked up.
“You okay?”
“Sure, just wanna get home to the girls.”
Jude nodded. “You sober?”
I laughed. “Captain, I’ve been nursing the same whiskey all night.”
Jude chuckled. “See you later, Captain.” I said my goodbyes and headed down the stairs. I hit the main level and began weaving through the crowd when my break for freedom was foiled. To my absolute horror, Missy, Pamela, and Shauna cornered me.
“Mike!” Pamela screeched, tottering towards me on ridiculous heels. Crap!
“Pamela, ladies.” I attempted to move past them.
“Oh, dance with us,” Shauna said.
“Sorry, I’m leaving. I need to get home to the girls.” I tried to step around them, but Shauna blocked me. Fuck. I didn’t want to be rude. Pamela shoved up against my chest, her tits plastered to me. Missy latched onto my arm as Shauna ran her fingers down my other.
“Mike, you’ve such huge… muscles,” Shaun tittered.
Fuck’s sake. Could this bitch be any more obvious? I grabbed Pamela’s arms and moved her back. The slut fought me, and I squeezed a little harder to move her. At the same time, I shrugged Missy off.
“Don’t touch me, ladies; you weren’t invited to!” I snapped.
“Don’t be like that. Hey, that babysitter you sent to collect the girls the other day, she had the audacity to claim she’s your girlfriend!” Pamela exclaimed, licking her lips. Her tongue made me feel sick. Christ, I’d not had such a visceral reaction to a woman before.
“Dynamo didn’t lie, and you’re disrespecting her and me,” I declared, grabbing the lifeline offered.
“There’s no way that biker whore is with you.” Missy snickered loudly. “We all know what the women in that club do. Spread their legs for those men.”
“Now that sounds a lot like fuckin’ slander,” Dynamo said from behind. She shoved past Pamela, knocking her off balance, and elbowed Missy away from me.
I couldn’t explain the sense of relief that swept over me.
“Are you pissed because my brothers wouldn’t fuck you? Yeah, I’ve seen you at a few parties; you soon got bounced, didn’t you? Just looking to go slumming.”
“How dare you!” Pamela exclaimed.
“Don’t even go there. You were perfectly happy on your knees sucking Rook off. Didn’t get any further than that. Rook said you couldn’t suck properly. That’s probably why you’re divorced,” Dynamo continued.
Wow, she was hitting low tonight.
“You goddamn slut,” Pamela screeched.
“Takes one to know one. I told you Mike was off-limits, but you still cornered him. He’s got a girlfriend—me. You were warned and ignored it. Now, in my club, we take care of those who disrespect us and our property.”
Shit, how could being called property be hot? Fuck knows, but it sure as hell was. My cock began thickening and waking up, and I battled to keep him down. He could set Dynamo off, and I didn’t want to trigger her.
“Mike, listen to how she’s talking about you!” Missy squealed.
“That’s sheer disrespect!” Shauna agreed.
Dynamo laughed and clicked her fingers. “Usually, I’d give you a beating for touching what’s mine. However, banning you from Illuminate will hurt more. Because it’s where the popular people come and those who want to be seen.”
Four bouncers approached.
“You can’t do that!” Pamela yelled.
“Oh, I can. The RBMC owns this. I can do what the fuck I want.” Dynamo grinned. “Throw the trash out. Maybe even get a shot for social media.”
One of the guards smirked and whipped out his phone. Shauna, Missy, and Pamela began shrieking as the guard started filming. Yeah, humiliation was heading their way.
“You okay?” Dynamo asked.
“Yup, thanks for the intercept. I was about to deal with them in a much more unpleasant way.”
“Maybe I should have hung back,” Dynamo teased. She was teasing, right? This woman had me twisted up in knots.
“Nope, I’m happy playing damsel in distress.”
Dynamo offered me a wry look, which sent shivers down my cock. “Sure. Anyway, I’m heading out.”
She turned to leave, and I reached out to stop her, but caught myself. Dynamo saw the movement and sidestepped.
“Sorry, let me buy you a drink,” I offered.
“I’m riding.”
“I’m driving. Which makes us both cheap dates,” I replied.
Dynamo laughed, and I listened, spellbound. It was the first genuine laugh I’d heard from her, and it was beautiful. Rich and intoxicating, it drew me in. She glanced over her shoulder at me.
“Follow me,” she ordered and moved back through the crowd to the VIP section I’d just left.
Jude caught my gaze as I approached, and a smirk crossed his lips when he spotted Dynamo.
I shot him a warning look and tried not to drool at Dynamo’s ass as it climbed the stairs in front of me.
Fuck me, did this woman not own any clothing that didn’t cling lovingly to her curves?
“Get me a bartender,” Dynamo said to the guard who appeared out of thin air. He nodded and disappeared as she led me into a smaller VIP area.
“This is the RBMC’s VIP lounge. It’s kept off-limits to anyone but us,” Dynamo explained.
She headed for the curved couch and sat down. I took a glance around. It had its own bar, just like all VIP areas, but the furnishings were more luxurious. A bartender arrived, and moments later, a server appeared.
“Diet Coke,” Dynamo ordered.
“Same here,” I replied.
Dynamo leaned back and stared at me. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“That’s honest. If you want the truth, I don’t either.”
“You want a relationship.”
It was a statement, so I nodded.
She continued, “I’m not capable of giving you one. I’m too badly damaged. Mike, tonight I had to ride out for something. I was with a brother, but I was terrified the whole time.”
“But you did it.”
Dynamo
Why the hell was I spilling my guts to Mike? His words warmed me, and I knew I should keep my distance, but I couldn’t. However, what I was about to tell him would make him run.
“I’m not capable of having a relationship, sexual or otherwise. What happened damaged me too much.”
“Why do you say that?” Mike challenged. I clamped my lips together as the server approached and placed our drinks down before leaving again.
“Would you like to be with a woman who can’t stand your touch?
Who would jump at a sudden move? Or maybe feels threatened by a crowd.
Could you sleep in a separate bedroom knowing you can’t sleep with your girlfriend?
Simply because she might wake up disoriented from a nightmare and slit your throat? ”
I threw the questions at Mike as he leaned forward, placing an elbow on a knee.
“How about someone who was raped over two hundred times?” I demanded to swallow the lump in my throat.
“How do you know it was that many?” Mike asked in a calm voice, but I sensed his underlying anger.
“Because those are the ones I remember when I was semi-aware. The ones that happened when I was out of it, I don’t recall. Someone confronted me the other day about how good I felt. He’d raped me, Mike, and I didn’t know.” My voice broke despite my attempt at being strong.
“Dynamo. How would it feel to have a man accept you as you are? Have you heard of Kintsugi? That’s you, a human version of it.
Would it be too hard to believe that I could sleep apart from you if you needed it?
That I’m not driven by my cock. Sure, he wants to fuckin’ say hello to you, but he doesn’t rule me.
What if I want you even with the damage you have? ” Mike replied.
I stared at him and swallowed hard. “And one day, when someone comes up and says he fucked me and I don’t remember him?”
“Then I’ll track that motherfucker down and make him pay. We might not have a conventional relationship. Who gives a fuck? We decide what we do. I’ve had a screwed-up marriage. Dynamo, I don’t want to go through that again,” Mike said.
I shook my head. “But that’s all I can offer you!”
“Nope. You taught my girls self-defence. Dropped everything and picked them up from school. Bought them stupidly expensive dolls. Came for me when I was surrounded by bitches. And even now you’re trying to protect me from the harm you believe you might cause. Dynamo, that’s a relationship.”
I sat back and stared at him. Was Mike right?