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“Yes, Mom,” Maci called and headed in our direction. She smiled at Myers before wheeling into the house with Ham on her heels.

“We have an update on your case, Miss Teague,” Myers announced, and Bryony reached for my hand.

“Okay?” she replied as I squeezed hers in reassurance.

“Mac and Duster, the two men who attacked you, were discovered dead a couple of days ago. The Screaming Barons clubhouse seems to have garnered several lightning strikes during an unexpected storm. It was full of their club members, and none survived the ensuing inferno,” Myers said and gazed at me.

“Damn, shit luck that,” I commented.

“They all died?” Bryony murmured in surprise.

“Yes, it appeared to be a freak storm. It has experts incredibly puzzled. And yes, Miss Teague, every single one of them. The Screaming Barons MC no longer exists. Your case will be closed, although DNA has confirmed it was Mac and Duster who assaulted you. But in light of their deaths, there is nothing more we can actually do. I hope this gives you some relief and maybe helps you put the episode behind you,” Myers said.

“Thank you,” Bryony responded, seemingly stunned. “I will see you out.”

Bryony returned a few moments later, curled up next to me, and laid her head on my shoulder.

“Vogue has pyrokinesis, doesn’t she?”

“Yup.”

“Thunderbird can cause storms?”

“Yeah.”

“Tell him thank you. I’ll be able to sleep now,” Bryony said.

“You’re welcome. Let’s get the kids and grab dinner.”

Bryony laughed as I got to my feet and dragged her up and kissed her.

“Nothing will ever harm you, and if it should, I will be there to put it on the ground,” I murmured.

“I think I should be disgusted that you’d kill or at least be informing the police. But Mac and Duster weren’t a loss to society,” Bryony mused.

“Now perhaps you can understand why we’ll deliberately get rid of those with black hearts.”

“Mac wouldn’t have got justice, would he?”

“No. They’d have killed you and the children to protect him. It’s better this way,” I replied.

“I can handle that,” Bryony stated and headed towards the house, calling for the kids.

Dynamo

I glanced at my phone as it rang and picked it up, seeing it was the brothel. Not my responsibility, but I answered.

“Dynamo.”

“Ma’am, this is Mike Adams. There are several men watching the hotel, and I’m slightly worried. I’ve contacted Vogue and had no reply.”

“I am on my way. Keep an eye on them,” I said, getting out of bed. I tried Vogue numerous times and did not get an answer. I dressed quickly, hit my bike, and rode towards the end of Camden, where the brothel stood.

It was a little hard to describe the building.

It had been a former hotel which we’d bought years ago. On purchasing it, we had made some amendments to the overall design. We didn’t need the restaurant and kitchen and had removed them. They had been converted into two apartments. One each for the day and night manager. Vogue covered them on their days off.

The gym, bar, and swimming pool I’d left alone, and there was also the large laundrette the residents shared. We had a third smaller apartment for the live-in maid, who cleaned the rental areas. And a security office with CCTV, and it was where the panic buttons alerted to.

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