“That’s enough!” Warden yelled as Griffin wriggled his jaw.
Oh shit. I’d punched a brother. My brother. I staggered as tiredness hit hard and my arms dropped. The crowd was roaring, but it was muted, like they knew I was going to kill the guy in front of them. As it was, he was surrounded by Slasher, two medics, and the doctor we kept on site.
“He’s circling the drain,” Slasher stated with a glance at me.
“Let him,” I replied coldly. “He’s no loss to society.”
Warden sent me a disgusted look and pointed me out of the cage. “Go wash up and meet me at the clubhouse.”
“Whatever.” I stormed away.
Warden
We were losing Dynamo to the hate, shame, andself-blame she was feeling. Maybe we’d been wrong watching that footage, but damn it, she shouldn’t carry those nightmares alone. I’d failed her, not found her in time, and our abilities hadn’t given us anything. I deserved everything on my shoulders; a member of my club had been hurt because my ability fucked up.
Fuck, I didn’t care what it took; I wouldn’t lose her. If I had to make Romeo wipe Dynamo’s mind, I would; fuck the consequences. I needed to ensure my sister survived.
Dynamo knocked and entered before I could tell her to come in. She stomped to a chair and sat down with a glare.
“Since when do you stop fights?” she demanded.
“When you were about to murder someone with hundreds of witnesses.”
“He’s breathing, isn’t he?”
“Thanks to Slasher, yeah. Dynamo, you nearly killed him.”
“And? He threatened to fuck me back and front. Fucker won’t say that to a woman again.”
“He was talking smack, Dynamo! You all do it.”
“Doesn’t excuse it,” she sneered.
“Like when you tell them you’re going to bend them over and make them your bitch?” I shot back.
Dynamo’s lips pursed together.
“You’re relieved of the fight club for now. You need help, and until you get it, you’re too much of a liability.”
Dynamo sat up straight. “What the fuck did you say?”
“You heard me. You won’t let anyone help or talk to anyone, and you’re losing control. I order you to get therapy.”
Dynamo slammed her hands down on my desk as she rose to her feet.
“You’re ordering me?”
“I’m still your prez. Until you get help, either Wisecrack or a therapist, you’re sidelined.”
It was harsh but necessary. I’d allowed Dynamo to handle this on her own and thought she was coping. But she wasn’t, and now I had to act for her. Whether she hated me for it or not, my door slammed shut as she left, a total show of disrespect, but I’d let her have it. She was owed that.
Chapter Eight.
Dynamo
Who the fuck did Warden think he was? I was still fuming four hours later when I hit the road that led to where I’d been held. The address was etched in my brain. I couldn’t ever forget it or the room I was kept in. I parked on a slight hill and looked down. There was nothing but ruins. The walls had collapsed, and burned embers showed there’d been an intense fire.
Vogue.
