Chapter Twelve.
Mike
The rescue hit the papers three days later; a damn miracle law enforcement had kept it quiet so long.
Sixteen men had been arrested and forty-five victims rescued.
I knew Dynamo and the Royal Bastards were involved, although the cops were saying an anonymous tip-off had been called in.
Tragically, five bodies were found: four young women and one man.
All had died horribly, but over fifty had been tortured to death and cremated.
Officers had discovered the snuff film footage.
Maine was struggling with what was happening.
Questions were being raised about how this had escaped police notice.
The truth was Maine had access to Canada and the North Atlantic Ocean.
But the country was also reeling from the rich and famous admitting they’d used slave labour and trafficked victims. In addition to that, a hacker had spilt data concerning thousands of people who’d bought into a rape website.
Which again had been based in Maine. Yeah, the Royal Bastards’ fingerprints were all over this.
Dynamo was meeting me in a couple of hours for another date. One that I hoped would give me some information, but I wouldn’t pressure her despite Jude demanding answers. Jude wasn’t seeing Dynamo as someone he wanted a relationship with. That was me, and I wasn’t blowing that for information.
Dynamo was special; I felt that deep in my bones, and not just because of her abilities, which were, quite frankly, freaking terrifying.
But there was more to Dynamo than that. Such as her willingness to fight invisible monsters to make two kids feel safe—little girls that weren’t even relatives. That spoke volumes about her character.
Dynamo also had a vengeful and nasty side, which was a damn turn-on.
She’d tortured those men, and it had been sickening to watch, but again I was warped.
The strength she showed turned me the hell on.
I wanted Dynamo any which way possible. If we couldn’t have sex, that would suck, but my cock would become very acquainted with my hand.
I wasn’t the asshole to tell a victim to get over shit—certainly not trauma like trafficking.
And I definitely wouldn’t put my needs before hers.
That went against my grain, and I wasn’t prepared to entertain the idea.
Dynamo
I was over in Northport, where I’d volunteered to pick up a part, and I was lost in thought. Mike and I had been on a few dates now, and I was trying to figure out his motives. As I waited, bike pipes roared, and my gut sank. Shit. Recognising the lead bike, I closed my eyes.
The Bloody Scorpions MC rode past and then circled back. They’d seen my Harley.
“Lady, I don’t want no trouble,” the parts guy said, shoving a package over the counter.
“Gonna throw a woman to the wolves? What a fine example of a man,” I sneered. Giving him my middle finger, I walked out as Tap rolled in close to my ride.
“Hey beautiful,” he called with a smirk.
“Fuck off, Tap,” I replied, flipping him the bird now.
“Don’t be like that, Dynamo!”
“Ah darlin’, you don’t wanna meet my bad side,” I taunted and sent a burst of energy, giving Tap a slight shove.
“Bitch, I’ve seen you stripped down and naked. You ain’t as badass as you think.” The five assholes around him laughed, and I grinned. With a flick, I held them in place and clutched Tap’s balls tightly. Tap’s eyes widened as my psychic grip tightened.
“Now, motherfucker, you’re going to explain exactly what that meant,” I snarled, keeping a smile on my face. No doubt I looked deranged, but who cared.
“Fuck you, Dynamo, you Royal Bastard whore!”
I squeezed harder, and Tap yelped in pain as sweat beaded on his forehead. Ravage, Tap’s VP, tried to get off his bike, and I smiled as he couldn’t.
“You know my abilities, Tap, and you thought to what… taunt me? How stupid are you? What do you think would happen? That I’d curl into a ball and cry?
Yeah, I got kidnapped and raped. Those fuckers paid in screams, carnage, and ultimately their lives.
Now I’m gonna ask a question, and you’ll answer.
Did you and any of you bottom-feeding wank stains rape me? ” I ground out.
Tap’s eyes gleamed, and I squeezed so hard his eyes crossed and the blood drained from his face. He’d been planning to goad me, but I wouldn’t allow that. I was in total control.
“No,” Tap forced out finally.
“Who was behind the kidnapping?” I demanded. Tap’s jaw shut mulishly. Oh, he was digging in. This would be good.
“Not going to ask again, Tap,” I said as I squeezed his throat.
Tap started choking. His eyes widened as his heart began pounding.
“Feel that, champ? With a blink, I can speed up or slow down your heart. You’ll drop dead right here of a heart attack, and nobody can prove I did anything. What about you, Ravage? Wanna push me? No? Fuckin’ cowards. You’re gonna give me the answers I want. How did you know about the rapes?”
“We received a flash drive,” Tap ground out. Sweat dripped into his eyes, and he blinked frantically. He couldn’t lift his arms as I had them pinned. Tap’s eyes had to be screaming from the sharp sting.
My lip curled up. “Had a movie night?”
“Fuck yes. A Royal Bastard getting fucked over, we fuckin’ partied to your screams,” Tap snarled. “The whole club jacked off to you.”
“Nice. Who was behind it, Tap? Who kidnapped me?” I demanded. Tap shook his head, and I slapped him five times hard with the air.
“Answer me.”
“Someone hired us and Screaming Barons. McKay won,” Tap cried as I sped his heart up so fast he went white.
“That wasn’t so difficult.”
“Let go, bitch,” Ravage snapped.
“Yeah, with a little reminder!”
I wrenched their balls so hard, they’d need a hospital.
The five assholes fell off their bikes screaming.
Holding Tap’s gaze, I locked his jaw shut.
“Cunt,” I spat. I twisted his cock one way and his balls the other.
Then repeated that in the opposite direction.
Then slammed a punch into Tap’s groin and guessed I’d just ruined his sex life. Effortlessly, I held him upright.
“Enjoy those memories, asshole; they cost you your cock,” I hissed.
With a jaunty finger wave, I straddled my bike and rode away, finally releasing Tap. His scream echoed as he fell to the ground. And because I used my powers, nobody could prove a thing. I grinned all the way home.
Mike
Dynamo seemed almost giddy as we drove toward our destination. Dating a biker woman wasn’t easy. Dynamo didn’t do pretty dresses, heels, and dinner. Not that she wasn’t feminine—she was—but Dynamo wasn’t impressed by wining and dining.
Still, I’d nailed tonight.
“Where are we going?” she demanded as we entered Camden Hills Park.
“A surprise.”
Dynamo tensed, and I reached down, pulled out a taser and handed it to her. She glanced down and smirked.
“Really?”
“Bit more relaxed now?” I asked, and Dynamo grinned.
“I am armed.”
“Good. You do you,” I replied, and she chuckled.
“You’re not going to ask where I’m hiding my weapon?”
“Nope. Because that would make you uncomfortable, and you need to feel safe. If I don’t know where you’re tooled up, then you have the element of surprise.”
Dynamo fell quiet. “Why are you so understanding?”
“Because God forbid, one day it could be my daughter that something shit happens to. And I hope to fuck the man she loves treats her with kid gloves,” I replied honestly. “Any guy who pushes a woman he’s supposed to love doesn’t really care.”
“You love me?” Dynamo leaned as far away as possible, and I chuckled wryly
“No. Not yet. Am I falling for you? Yeah. And don’t even bother seeking compliments. You know why.”
“Because you’re fuckin’ nuts,” Dynamo retorted, and I laughed.
“Yup, and we’re here.” I pulled over, and it was obvious Dynamo was on edge, as she grabbed the taser.
“Hey, wait. Phone Warden and tell him where you are.”
“You wouldn’t mind?”
“Nope.”
“Jesus, you really are crazy. Mike, I’m okay, honestly. I don’t need to call Warden or anyone else. Shall we go?”
Letting Dynamo walk slightly behind me, I led the way to the surprise.
“Wow,” Dynamo whispered, stopping to take everything in.
I’d booked a private dining experience. It had cost a whack, but the look on Dynamo’s face as she gazed at Camden glittering below was worth it.
“There are two people here. A husband and wife. She’s here to serve, and he’s here to watch over her,” I explained, and Dynamo nodded.
“That’s so like you. Not wanting to make anyone uncomfortable. Thanks, Mike,” she said as I pulled a chair out.
“You look beautiful tonight,” I stated as I tucked her in. Dynamo didn’t flinch, and I made sure she was facing the way the servers would come. I didn’t want her freaking out.
“Do you wish I were more girly?” Dynamo asked.
I studied her. Dynamo wore a black tank top which showed the swells of her creamy breasts. As usual, she wore her cut, smart black jeans, and some cute shoes. The tank held a sequined American flag. Her hair was long and fell in a sleek wave.
“Nope, you’re perfect. Why would I want you any different?”
Sadness crossed her eyes, and I reached across the table and opened my hand. Dynamo hesitated before taking it.
“I’ve changed…”
“Bet you were a real ballbuster. Don’t think I would have liked you back then,” I teased, and her mouth opened in an O.
“Wow,” she gasped and began laughing. “That was straight from the hip.”
“True, though.”
We were interrupted as the server approached.
“Melon salad with croutons and raspberries,” she said and placed the plates down.
“I love melon!” Dynamo exclaimed.
“Dare told me.”
We ate, making small talk. The way Dynamo’s mind worked intrigued me.
The main course was roasted vegetables and lamb, another of her favourites.
And sticky toffee pudding followed it with whipped cream.
The meal was amazing and the evening perfect, which was why I was more than disgruntled when my phone rang.