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Soul

Surprisingly, revenge went easier than expected. Thunderbird, Vogue, Dynamo, Noble, and I headed out to Waterville and took care of business.

Mac looked beyond shocked when we walked into his club and systematically tore it and his people apart. We were having some seriously freakish weather that day as multiple lightning strikes hit the clubhouse and burned it.

We also left evidence that Mac had killed that kid so his family would finally get justice. It was simple to do and really showed Warden that he shouldn’t have waited. We were in and out without anyone being the wiser. Naturally, Keres fed well that day. Especially on Mac and Duster, who’d threatened and harmed Bryony. The price they’d paid had been high, Keres wasn’t just used to chop wood or limbs off.

Mac died cursing, and we set his body on fire to hide signs of torture. The same with Duster. Then we sent several lightning strikes at their clubhouse, and Vogue ensured it burned to the ground.

Three days later, I sat in Bryony’s backyard as I watched the kids and Bryony worked inside. She was much calmer, but she still jumped at any little noise, and I had been busting my balls to ensure she was safe. In return, it had calmed Bryony’s fears a lot, and she was leaning on me more. That was fuckin’ amazing.

Maci drowned Ham with a water pistol I’d bought them. Ham hid behind a bush with me to escape her aim when Bryony came out with Myers.

He stiffened when he saw me and clipped, “Soul.”

“Myers.”

“I’d like to speak to Miss Teague alone,” he said.

“You can talk in front of Soul. It’s not as if he’s not aware of what happened,”

Bryony replied. “Maci, Ham. Could you go clean up as we’re going out for dinner, please?”

“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.

On the whole, the brothel was split into five floors. The ground floor and four higher ones. The first two floors contained large rooms we rented out. A working girl could hire them on a nightly basis. The upper three floors held apartments, which were leased cheaply to the ones who wanted to live here or keep a permanent residence. Each floor had no less than three guards on, and security was everywhere.

At the front was the reception and security office. To get beyond that, you needed to be buzzed in. Due to who lived in the building, we had continuous protection on the doors. It was not illegal to sell sex in Maine, but it was illegal to buy sex. It wasn’t our business how the women got around the law. But Vogue was responsible for giving them a safe place to peddle their wares.

If a guard had called in, there was a reason why. And I didn’t mess about with the security or health of the people under the club’s protection. That was something I took even more seriously after my own incarceration as a sex slave.

My mind shied away from that as I tended to do, and I straddled my bike.

I headed out toward the brothel and let Mike know I was coming. It had been a surprise to hear his voice as he was usually on the fight circuit with me. Why Mike was at the brothel was a puzzle. Had he got fed up with the underground fighting?

I liked him. Mike was a decent sort who looked a lot like a younger version of Gerald Butler, and once, I would have taken him to bed. Not now. Not after what happened. I’d soured off men.

As I pulled into the office, I noticed two things. There were four bikers parked in the shadows of a layby just down the road, and there was also a brown van stationary.

With the Screaming Baron’s dead, they could only be Bloody Scorpions, and I wasn’t in the mood for this shit.

Mike met me on the doorstep, his head on a swivel and his hand resting by his hip. He was ready to grab his weapon.

“Any movement?” I asked.

“No, and the residents and clients aren’t aware, either. If there’s a shootout, they will lose money and keeping them safe off the streets may be impossible,”

Mike said.

“Protecting them from the hands of pimps who’d beat them and steal their shit would also be a fucker,”

I replied.

That was why we’d opened the brothel. Despite our stance on live and let live, we didn’t like men who hit on women. With pimps taking anything from thirty to eighty per cent of what the sex sellers earned, it was a miserable life pimping on the streets. What we had done as a club was open somewhere where pimps did not exist. The workers worked for themselves, and apart from paying rent on their apartment or room, they only gave us fifteen per cent of their earnings. This paid for the security and management we had.

We did have some high-class whores and some kink dominatrix living or renting apartments here, so we did make a profit. Also, several very rich men rented rooms for their mistresses here. Yeah, the brothel brought in a very tidy income.

“What’s the plan, boss?”

Mike asked.

“Stay here. I’m going out into the open. See what they do, but stay back. Unless I call for you, wait here and protect the building,”

I ordered.

“Dynamo, I don’t like the odds,”

Mike said.

“Trust me, they won’t like them either, Mike. Wait inside and cover me from in there. Phone Warden, too, please,”

I commanded. While I used ‘please’, it was undoubtedly an order.

Mike nodded reluctantly as he marched back inside. His body, encased in black combats and a black tee, would have tempted me at one point. But not now.

I watched as Mike entered the Courtesans’ Inn and stood watching.

I might have guessed Mike wouldn’t let me out of his sight. However, that was fine as long as he didn’t see my face or, more particularly, my eyes. Like everyone with true abilities, when using mine, they changed. Some became white, others golden. Mine turned into an unnatural bright azure blue, and my hair took on a life of its own.

As I marched forward, I saw the bikers exchange glances and then roared ahead. They stopped near me, and one cocked his head. His name patch said Oil.

“Rather foolish to be confronting us, woman. Step aside and let us do what we gotta do,”

Oil ordered.

“This is Royal Bastards property. Tell Tap he’s fucking with the wrong people,”

I replied.

“You’re one pussy. Move or get hurt. We ain’t alone, bitch,”

Oil stated.

I laughed. I could play this two ways but chose the easy way. “You were warned.”

“Look, you stupid cunt; we’ve extra men with us,”

an idiot called Shovel snapped.

“Not for long.”

Closing my eyes, I tapped into my powers, and they surged at my command. My hair began to float as static encompassed my body.

The Bloody Scorpions swapped glances and stepped towards me. I sensed them and opened my eyes, and they gasped.

They wore worried expressions. I turned my head from them and gazed at the van. Quietly, gathering my strength, I crushed it in an instant.

“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

Bryony cried out, and I rushed upstairs to her. When I entered her room, she was sitting up in bed and shaking hard.

I approached, ensuring Bryony saw me, and I sat on the bed. Bryony uttered a half sob and launched herself into my arms.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,”

she whispered.

“It’s okay. Bad dream?”

“Yeah, Mac returned as a zombie. Tell me that can’t happen,”

Bryony asked.

“I know we could be classed as paranormal, but no, I don’t think that shit exists.”

I chuckled. Then I thought of another chapter who became reapers and struck deals with the devil. Maybe I was speaking too soon.

“Stay with me tonight. Please?”

“Anything you want,”

I replied, praying my dick behaved.

Bryony lay back down in bed, and I settled in behind her. It felt strange as I’d never cuddled a woman before, but I hauled Bryony into my arms without hesitation.

Minutes ticked past as I thought of things that were repulsive in an attempt to control my cock. Shit wasn’t working. All I wore were boxers, and Bryony had to be very aware a certain part of my body was ecstatic to see her.

Bryony shifted suddenly, and I was on my back as she trailed kisses down my chest. Her hands pulled my boxers down as she breathed lightly on my skin, making me shiver and raising goosebumps.

A strangled cry left my lips as her lips latched onto my cock, which, if possible, grew fucking harder and bigger.

“Bryony,”

I murmured hoarsely as I tried not to cum in her mouth straight away. Because it was fuckin’ heaven. It was obvious she hadn’t given many blow jobs, but what she lacked in skill, she made up for in enthusiasm.

Bryony sucked me deep before pulling my cock slowly out of her mouth, grazing me lightly with her teeth.

“Fuck!”

the word burst from me as she traced her tongue around the tip.

Bryony smiled around a mouthful of me, and that was even more arousing. I pushed deeper, aware she might not know how to deep throat. When Bryony gagged, I drew back and let her work shit out because I was barely holding on.

My fingers latched into her hair, and I held her as I tried not to cum. “Stop, or I’ll cum in your mouth,” I warned.

In response, Bryony sucked harder, and then she grasped my balls and squeezed lightly. I erupted into her throat and surprised her as she choked a little before swallowing me down. Eyes wide and focused on my dick, Bryony sucked me dry before sitting up and licking her lips.

“Will that help?”

the cheeky minx asked.

I shot upward, and she fell backwards, and I grasped her thighs and dragged her upwards.

Bryony rested on her shoulders, lying on my knees as I raised her hips to my mouth. I spread her legs and scented her arousal. I leaned forward and sucked on her silken panties, feeling Bryony’s heat through them. They were damp from her pussy, and she smelled fuckin’ wonderful.

“Soul,”

Bryony gasped as I licked her clit through them before pulling back and rubbing her there. The silk notched up the tension in her, and I smiled as Bryony squirmed under my ministrations. I tore her knickers from her and gazed at one of the prettiest pink pussies I’d ever seen.

Slipping a finger between her folds, I watched as Bryony’s hips shifted.

“You’re mine,”

I growled out and yanked her up to my mouth. I feasted on my pussy as I finger fucked her and teased the fuck out of Bryony’s clit. Her little nub was rock hard, and I knew she was close. Taking it one step further, I spread her juices around her ass and shoved a finger in as I nipped her clit.

Bryony wailed and covered her mouth with some duvet as she spasmed in my hands, and I kept up the pressure as she came for me. It was fuckin’ glorious, and my cock was rock hard again.

I dropped to my knees and grabbed her, turning her onto all fours and smacking her ass. Bryony writhed, and I guessed she liked it. Reaching down, I slapped her pussy next, and Bryony bucked against my hand.

Fuck me. I gripped my dick and thrust into her still-spasming pussy. Her walls clamped down on me, and I groaned. This was heaven.

I slid out and slammed inside, causing Bryony to cry out again. I pushed her shoulders down and raised her hips. Bryony would feel me deeper this time as I repeated my actions.

I fucked her hard, holding her waist, keeping Bryony in the place I wanted her. My balls drew up, and tingles shot down my spine. Christ, I’d never stop fucking her if every time felt like this.

Within minutes, I felt like cumming again and pulled out and whipped on a condom. As I put it on, I watched as Bryony rubbed herself and mewed.

“Touch yourself as I fuck you. We come together,”

I ordered.

Bryony nodded, and I slammed in and let my control lapse. I pounded into her, our sweat mixing together as I held her hips in place and felt her fingers graze my cock as she touched her clit.

Bryony buried her head in the duvet as she stiffened and screamed before shoving back hard against me, taking me so deep I saw stars.

My own orgasm began, and I lost focus on everything but Bryony and how she made me feel.

I collapsed to the side of her and dragged her close as I slowly pulled out.

“You’re mine forever, baby. I love you,”

I whispered, kissing her.

“Ditto,”

Bryony murmured, looking thoroughly fucked. It was a good look on her. One I intended to see often. I’d not only found my anchor but my woman, too.