“Stay in place,” Jude ordered, and I murmured an affirmative. Several customers fled from the warehouse as I watched Dynamo appear, her hands raised. Confusion was not the name for what I was feeling. Was she a part of this now? Damn, they’d broken her that badly that she’d sacrifice others to this.
She flung the group of people back against a wall, and a guy I knew as Blister came into view. He was the SAA for the club. Holding a gun on them, Blister covered Dynamo while she quickly zip-tied the captives.
“Shit, they’re busting the ring,” Jude hissed at the same time as I realised what the Royal Bastards were doing.
“What?” Gage whispered.
“They’re rescuing the women,” I replied as Warden exited the warehouse carrying a woman. Her head lolled back, and blood streamed from her face. She’d been badly beaten, and her clothes were torn. Warden laid her down, and Slasher appeared—his hands already glowing. Slasher reached down and laid them on her as Undertaker shoved a guy out who was trying to yank his pants up.
Dynamo faced him with such an expression of hate that I flinched. She slammed him to the ground and tore his clothes off. A plank of wood ripped off the warehouse wall, and Dynamo whacked him repeatedly with it, beating him to a pulp. Then, without a blink, she mentally grabbed a random piece of piping and shoved it up his ass. Terrified shouts and cries came from those watching as Dynamo did to him what he’d done to his poor victim.
“Christ!” Gage whispered.
“Yeah, stay back, she’s frightening,” I agreed.
“That’s Dale Winson,” Spawn murmured, identifying the guy being assaulted in front of us.
“That’s fucked up. He’s on a board that champions women and fights trafficking, and here he is at an auction. Shit, what a motherfuckin’ asshole,” I whispered.
Vans pulled up, and Warden turned to one as Anubis opened the doors. They shoved several men inside who’d been knocked unconscious and one woman.
“They need to call the cops,” Jude muttered, “or those assholes will get away with it.”
“No, they won’t,”a voice spoke into our heads. We froze. Romeo.“Come down.”
“Shit,” Jude complained, but stood up. Gage, Spawn, and I followed him down as The Royal Bastards turned to watch.
“Seems we’ve got a problem,” Warden declared as we approached. I tried to ignore the squirming man screaming on the floor, but it was hard. Dynamogazed at me dispassionately but didn’t ease up on her torture. Her arms folded, and in fact, she upped the aggression.
“You don’t seem surprised to see us,” Jude stated.
“Your little Jedi mind trick… it failed, but you sure got our attention.” The words hadn’t left my mouth before we were flung against a wall. Dynamo stalked forward, a hand outstretched.
“Warden?” she hissed, cocking her head towards them.
“Romeo knew your minds were working against him. The training you had, right?” Warden replied. “We can turn you into mush, but we’re showing restraint.”
That was the total opposite of what Dynamo and Vogue were doing.
“Walk away,” Warden said, glancing at Romeo.
“What?”
“If you don’t, you’ve signed your death warrants. If Romeo can’t wipe your minds, you’re a threat. This ain’t personal, but…” he began, but Jude started laughing.
“Look down,” Jude murmured. Dynamo and the others out here did and froze. On their cuts was a red dot. “This ain’t personal,” Jude mocked.
“Huh, look at that,” Warden sneered. “Problem is we’ve got Noble; your bullets won’t pierce his shield.”
Jude pulled a grenade from his pocket. As did the rest of us. “Then we’re at a standstill.”
“Yup.”
“Guess he’s getting his comeuppance,” I said casually, nodding at Winson, tired of the pissing match.
“Oh, they’re all going to get that. Karma is the name,” Dynamo replied.
“How you handling this? These rich fuckers need to be outed. If you kill them, those harmed don’t get justice. Where are the women?” Jude stated. He put his grenade away, and we followed suit. Seemed I’d broken the standoff.
