Page 57 of Dynamo
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 explainexactly 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.
