Page 21 of Dynamo
“Pay up,” I ordered, approaching.
“Got the slip?” he whimpered. Yeah, this was going to hurt the weasel.
I waved it in the air.
“Can you give me a few days?”
“No.”
“Dynamo, if I pay out, I can’t accept further bets,” Wiley Phil bitched.
“Now.”
“Dynamo…”
“You shouldn’t have taken the bet if you can’t cover it,” I warned.
Wiley Phil frowned and nodded. He handed me a wad of cash, and I made a show of counting it.
“Pleasure doing business with you,” I said and walked away. Fuck him. The club had earned a nice hundred k.
I headed back towards Slasher and Wisecrack to hand them the money when somebody pushed me from behind, then into a shadowy corner. There was a click, and a blade was shoved against my neck.
“The money, bitch,” someone snarled. I’d no idea who it was, but the fuck I was going to be robbed.
“Not a chance in hell.”
“I see how beat up you are. Just give it over, and you can walk away unharmed.”
“She’ll do that anyway,” Mike stated from behind, and a small smile crossed my lips. The blade left my neck, and there was a crunching sound. When I turned, Mike towered over a thin man who was groaning.
“Are you okay?” Mike demanded.
“Yeah, I was about to deal with him.”
“Think you’ve dealt with enough,” Mike replied as security pushed their way through.
“Throw him out and take his picture. Spread it around and have him banned, then teach him a lesson about trying to steal from the Royal Bastards,” I ordered.
They nodded and dragged him away without a word.
“Thanks,” I said, straightening my corset. Mike’s eyes dipped briefly down and then back up to mine.
I know what I looked like. Hair down and loose. Leather pants, a corset, and my knee-high heeled boots. Yeah, I was any man’s wet dream, but they’d never get in my pants again. Mike didn’t even give a second look. He just held my gaze.
“You heading for the club?” he asked, nodding to where the Royal Bastards sat.
“Yup.”
“I’ll take you over.” It wasn’t an offer but a statement, and I’d no idea what to do with it. Mike didn’t touch me but motioned for me to proceed. I did, but glanced over my shoulder a few times. Mike’s eyes were firmly on my back, totally ignoring my butt. I didn’t get it. Mike wasn’t gay; he’d had a wife and two kids. Wasn’t I attractive to him? For some reason, that annoyed me.
While I wasn’t vain, I accepted I was beautiful; plenty of men had told me so. So what? Looks meant nothing. Maybe my black eyes and bruises put him off? But not even to stare at my ass? Damn odd.
Filled with confusion, I walked in silence back to where half my club sat and joined them. Mike nodded once I’d been delivered safely and then kept walking. The man was a conundrum.
Chapter Five.
Mike
