Havoc (Storm MC 7)

Not since Kelly had a woman consumed my thoughts like she did. In honesty, she consumed my thoughts more. I didn’t want this, but I had to see her. My sanity was at risk if I didn’t.

I called her and was surprised she answered on the second ring. “What do you want, Havoc?” She sounded resigned, defeated.

“What’s wrong?” Even my concern for her was a foreign feeling to me, but I couldn’t stop the words falling out of my mouth.

“I’m at work and I’m having a shitty day with my boss. And you and I really need to stop whatever this is. You obviously have something going on with that other woman and I’m not interested in getting between that.”

“Fuck, babe. If you’d just let me explain this morning, you’d know that woman is my ex and not a woman I ever want to see again. As for your boss, what's he doing?”

She was quiet for a moment before responding, “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

“Sorry, I should have waited.” Her voice was quiet, hesitant.

“Yeah, you should have. But it’s done now.” I was shocked as shit. I’d expected her to drag this out like women tended to do. The fact she didn’t made me want her even more.

“I’m on my lunch break and it’s just about to end so I’ve gotta go.”

“Tell me where you work. I’ll come and see you at the end of your shift.”

“Gossip Café. You know it?”

“Yes, what time do you finish?”

“Three.”

“I’ll be there,” I promised and hung up.

* * *

Two hours later, I entered Gossip Café, and my gut tightened when I caught sight of Carla at a table in the back. I was an hour early but I couldn’t stay away any longer. She finished with her customers and walked my way. When she saw me, she faltered, and slowed. I didn’t take my eyes off her. Even surrounded by the busy hum of a full café and distractions everywhere, all I saw was her. She was fucking beautiful. Dressed in black pants and top with flour marks down them, her long brunette hair pulled back in a ponytail with strands falling out, and a frazzled look on her face, she was perfect in her imperfection.

She kept walking my way, her focus solely on me, but suddenly her attention diverted to some customers and she ceased movement. I narrowed my eyes to take it all in.

“Sir, what is the matter here?” she asked a guy who glared at a woman who sat on her own.

His angry eyes shifted to Carla, and he jerked his thumb at the lone woman. “This dyke is making my woman uncomfortable by staring at her, and I’ve had enough.”

The lone woman stood up, anger etched on her face also, but before she could respond, Carla spoke. “I think it’s pretty damn rude of you to use language like that,” she said to the guy.

“I don’t give a shit what you think, bitch. I just want this fucking lesbian to take her eyes off my woman.”

This dickhead had overstepped all boundaries now, and I moved towards them, ready to kick his ass. Carla kept talking, impressing the shit out of me. “Number one, you don’t call me a bitch and get away with it, asshole. Number two, you don’t diss lesbians and get away with it. And number three, did you ever stop to consider that perhaps this lady wasn’t looking at your woman? Perhaps she was looking past your woman.”

The woman he was referring to as a lesbian piped up. “Thanks, but I can stand up for myself,” she said to Carla, and then looked at the asshole. “I wasn’t looking at your woman. I was actually checking out the chick behind her, dude. Your woman isn’t my type.”

Carla grinned. “Great.” She turned to the guy. “So you can sit your judgemental ass down and leave this lady in peace.”

He glared at her. “Not before I complain to your boss.”

Carla waved her hand in the air at him. “Do what the fuck you want, dickhead. If he listens to you, then he’s not the kind of man I want to work for anyway.”

With that, she turned and headed over to where I stood. She didn’t look happy.

“I’ll probably get fired for that,” she said, dropping her head down and shaking it before looking back up at me. Tiredness lurked in her eyes.

“Maybe you’d be better off not working for him if he fires you over that.”