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“What the fuck?” Oil yelled.

“That had six men inside,” Shovel exclaimed.

“What the hell are you?” a third named Service demanded.

“Ever seen Carrie?” I murmured. I reached out and gripped the guy called Guns. Within the blink of an eye, I devastated him internally, and he fell to the ground as blood poured from him.

“Holy shit,” Shovel cried, whipping out a gun and aiming at me. I pulverised it in his hand, and Shovel screamed. Oil and Service turned to run, and I froze them in place.

“You came into my territory and thought you could order me about? Destroy something the Royal Bastards built? That building and its people are under our protection. Tap is going to learn yet another harsh lesson,” I hissed.

I lifted Service off the ground and slammed him down hard. A wheeze escaped him as his shattered bones pierced organs, and he died painfully.

“Let us go, Dynamo,” Shovel tried blustering, but I heard the fear.

“Who do I let live, and who dies?” I wondered.

“Kill him!” Oil shouted.

“Yeah, see, if you were brothers, you’d have said kill me. Bye, Oil.” Taking my time, I broke the bones in his body one by one as he screamed. Not wanting to disturb anyone, I crushed his larynx. All he could muster was a whimper before I spun his head around so it faced the other way.

“Go back to Tap and tell him the Royal Bastards have finished playing nicely. From now on in, we will come at you full force if you trespass against us. Your asshole National President started this shit, and we’ll end it and any other chapter you call in to support you. Don’t believe me? Just try it,” I warned Shovel as I thrust Oil’s body at him.

Shovel took to his heels and ran.

“Do I need to phone for clean up?” a voice asked from behind me, and I grabbed them in a solid hold as they startled me.

“Dynamo, turn around. It’s Mike.”

I wrestled with the urge to hurt him as I tried to release my grip on him. My mind screamed that Mike would not hurt me, but my instincts wouldn’t free him.

“Dynamo, look at me,” Mike ordered, and I turned, instinctively obeying him.

Brown eyes stared into mine as Mike held my gaze. “Ain’t gonna harm you, baby. Relax,” Mike soothed.

Gradually, as Mike remained at ease despite not being able to move, my powers died down and, closing my eyes, I sensed them return to normal.

“You were told not to come outside,” I said.

“Don’t even bother having Romeo wipe my mind, Dynamo. I’ve known for a long time what you are. And I do not care. You’re good people. But displays like that need to avoid having witnesses,” Mike replied and began walking towards the hotel.

“How long have you been aware?” I called after him.

“Since you started managing fight club,” Mike answered over his shoulder. “Angrily throwing Clubber across the room was rather impressive. Of course, calling in Romeo to wipe his memory but leaving his fear of you intact was also remarkable, Dynamo. Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. Don’t go fucking with my mind!”

“Smart ass,” I muttered as I watched Mike march back inside. No doubt Mike was going to clear the footage of the incident.

I sat on my bike and waited for Warden to send clean up. The squished van might be a problem. But we had the wrecker’s yard after all.

Somehow, I just knew Wisecrack would be a grumpy ass at being woken up so early. All the joys of being a Royal Bastard! Now, where the hell was Vogue?

Vogue

Fuck, I had several missed calls. Sweat dripped down my face as I headed towards my bike.

My powers had been bubbling out of whack lately, and I needed to release them every so often. I’d found a deserted cove, which allowed me to burn off the excess. Tonight, I’d nearly set the clubhouse alight, and I’d hurried here to free the fire. After thirty minutes of tossing flames, I was more in control. But shit wasn’t ideal. My power was increasing, and my grip diminishing. I wasn’t going to lie; I was worried sick.

Soul

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