Havoc (Storm MC 7)

I grinned. If a video was what Havoc wanted, a video he would get. Slapping his hand away from me, I said, “You need to go. I’ve got a video to prepare for.”

He took a step back, letting his gaze drop to my breasts. Silence consumed us while he lingered there. My breaths quickened as the anticipation of what he would do to me later filled my mind.

When he finally gave me his eyes again, his voice was thick with desire. “I don’t know how long I’ll be, but when I get back, I want that pussy swollen and wet for me. I’ll text you when I’m on my way so you can be naked and waiting on the bed. And, Carla?” I nodded while swallowing back my excitement. “Be ready to take it hard.”

My mind almost exploded with bliss just at his words. So much so that I had trouble forming a reply.

I watched as he turned and exited the motel room. Once the door closed behind him, I sunk down onto the bed.

This is just sex.

This is just sex.

This is just sex.

11

Havoc

“King’s about fifteen minutes away,” Hyde advised after he greeted me at the clubhouse about half an hour after I’d left Carla.

I followed him into the clubhouse bar. It was quiet at that time of morning, so we pretty much had it to ourselves. Taking a seat on one of the worn couches, I got straight down to business. “Any new developments with Jackson?”

Hyde relaxed back into the couch and crossed one of his feet over his knee while spreading his arms across the top of the couch. His hard eyes held mine in the way someone did when they had something serious to discuss. “That motherfucker needs to die.”

“Jackson? I’d recommend not even going down that path, brother. His reach is far and wide. You’d be inviting a whole lotta pain if we did that.”

He shook his head. “No, not Jackson. His fuckin’ cousin. He’s causing us a whole lotta fuckin’ pain.”

Before I could reply, one of the other club members, Kick, joined us. “You ready to kick some ass, brother?” The grin painting his face showed me that he was.

“I’m always ready.”

“King said you wouldn’t let us down. How long you in town for this time?”

“Depends how long King needs me for. I’ll only stay as long as that.”

“Brisbane need you back?”

“Jesus, Kick, what the fuck is this? Twenty fuckin’ questions?”

He remained silent for a moment. “Do you think you’ll ever go back to Brisbane?”

“I’ve just come from there.”

Hyde cut in, making my fucking morning. My life was mine, and only mine, to question. I made a point not to get involved in conversations discussing it. “Can we get back to the business at hand, Kick?” Irritation lined his face and I noted the same irritation on Kick’s face. Those two often clashed and I could see not much had changed.

“Suits me,” I muttered, more than happy to do so.

“Havoc!” King’s voice boomed as he entered the room. He strode towards me with purpose and I didn’t miss the glint in his eyes. King was unpredictable—who knew what crazy shit he had swimming around his head at any given point.

“King,” I greeted him as I stood.

“Has Hyde filled you in on where we’re at?”

Hyde joined the conversation. “I was just getting to it.”

King took over and gave me an update. “When I called you yesterday, Jackson was threatening to cut off our coke supply. This morning he made good on his threat. We’ve got a huge order to fill in five days and need our delivery from him. You and I are gonna pay him a visit.”