“You owe me two for this,” Dynamo said.
“No problem. Please get my girls, Dynamo. Just think of them turning green from the stench,” I cajoled.
“Oh, shut up! I’m going. Ring and let the school know. I doubt they’ll hand them over to me,” Dynamo snapped, and I grinned. This woman did it for me!
Dynamo
When I arrived, there was quite a crowd. The children waited in the recreation yard, and several teachers stood by the gates handing out kids. I slipped out of Warden’s SUV and put my cut on before heading towards the teacher.
“Excuse me, I think you’re in the wrong place,” a woman said, looking down her nose at me.
I stopped and stared her down. She held my gaze for a few minutes before squirming. Blonde, immaculate hair, overdressed for a school run and makeup done with a heavy hand; this was one of the women Mike wanted to avoid.
“Yeah, I don’t think so.” I moved past her, and she followed on my heels.
“Stop, hey, you don’t have children here!” she exclaimed.
She reached out and grabbed my arm, and I stopped dead and turned to stare at her. All her fluffy indignation faded as she caught sight of my expression.
“Don’t ever touch me without permission,” I hissed. She blanched at the murder in my eyes and stepped back.
“We’re picking up our children,” a second woman stated, approaching with a third behind her.
“And?”
“You don’t have any here. I’d be aware,” she saidsnottily.
“Shows how little you know,” I snapped and turned away.
“Who are you collecting?”
“My boyfriend’s kids,” I taunted, knowing that would drive them nuts.
“And who’s that? There’s only four single dads here,” bitch one demanded.
“That’s for me to know and for you to find out.” I approached a teacher and tapped my cut and showed them my driving licence. “Raven and Robin Adams.”
Horrified gasps came from behind me. “Did she just ask for Mike’s kids?” the third woman asked loudly.
“No, it’s a mistake,” the first replied. The teacher checked my ID out and turned to the lined-up kids.
“Robin and Raven Adams, your… suitable adult is here,” she called, and I grinned maliciously as she stammered over what to call me.
Robin saw me first and shrieked, shooting her hands into the air. “Monster butt-kicker! Dynamo!” she screeched and raced across the yard despite an assistant’s best attempts to slow her down. She lunged at me and wrapped her arms around my waist.
Shocked, I took a few moments to hug her back. “Hey kiddo. You ready to blow this joint?”
“Yup.”
Raven approached a bit more warily. “Hi. Why are you here?”
“Your dad is across town and couldn’t get here. He asked me to collect you,” I replied as the teacherhanded me a clipboard and pointed at the girl’s names.
“Raven, honey, are you okay? Do you know this… lady?”
“Hello, Miss Pamela, yes, I do,” Raven responded cautiously.
“I told you, Raven, call me Auntie Pamela. Maybe I should call your father and check this is okay? Do you have his number?” the second lady,Pamela,demanded.
