Ready, I waited, crouched in the corner.
“Prez, could the tip have been wrong?” someone asked.Prez?
The door shoved open, and a man entered, and I hit him powerfully with a blast. He slammed against the wall hard as a second rushed in. He glanced about and missed me on his initial sweep. A gun was held in his hand, and he joined the first guy as I tore the weapon away. Bones snapped, but I didn’t give a fuck.
“Shit!” the first exclaimed.
My invisible grip closed around his throat.
“Stand down!” a third man roared as he entered, and I grinned, prepared to smash him.
Then his cut caught my attention. That patch was familiar.
“Girl, I’m Teller, Prez of the Montreal Chapter. You Dynamo?” he asked softly.
I glowered; no matter what, he was a threat.
Teller didn’t move—neither did I. He captured my gaze as another man entered.
“Stay back!” I warned. They wore cuts I knew, but I didn’t recognise the men wearing them.
“Honey, are you Dynamo?”
“Honey? Fuck you,” I snarled, knowing this was a stand-off and unsure what to do. If they were Royal Bastards, I couldn’t hurt them. Slowly, I relaxed my grip and aimed the gun at them. “Over there.”
They shuffled across, one holding his broken wrist.
Now what?
Teller
Dynamo, if it was her, was fucked up. Her long hair hung in rat tails, her eyes held healing contusions, and there was a world of agony in them. Didn’t have to ask. It was obvious what these cunts had put her through. Blood streaked her legs, and while Dynamo wore a filthy white tee, it barely covered her bare pussy. Bite marks, scratches, and bruises marred the skin on show.
I wanted to close my eyes but daredn’t. Dynamo would see that as weakness and me trying to avoid her truth. I wouldn’t disrespect her pain.
“Call Warden, Double Tap, tell him we’ve foundDynamo,” I ordered over my shoulder to my brother.
“Not Jameson?” Grinder asked.
“Think Jameson can handle her? Dynamo’s ready to kill anyone who isn’t Camden.”
Double Tap paused, nodded, and left the room, tapping his phone.
She watched him go and allowed his exit.
“Dynamo,” I said, and her gaze snapped toward me. “Double Tap is calling Warden, and Vicious will call Jameson. Will you let Razor check you? He’s Montreal’s medic.”
Razor didn’t wait but stepped forward with his medical bag. Dynamo set eyes on it and shit hit the fan. But I didn’t understand exactly what happened. One minute I was standing in the doorway with my brothers behind me, and the next we’re three feet off the floor and pinned against the wall.
“What the fuck!” Grinder roared as he tried to get down.
“What’s going on?” Jameson’s voice burst from Vicious’s phone. The call had connected.
“Is there something you didn’t tell us about Camden, like special abilities? We found Dynamo,” I snapped as I attempted to free myself.
Dynamo crawled even further into the corner. She wrapped an arm around her bare legs, and her eyes gleamed in the darkness. Her skin was so pale she almost shone.
“Dynamo, stand down!” Jameson roared. What the hell was going on here? I’d heard rumours about another chapter, but nothing about Camden. Jamesonwas keeping secrets, serious ones, and that made me pissed.
