Havoc (Storm MC 7)

“Good to hear.” I continued the charade simply to keep him on side.

Shifting in his seat, he rested his elbows on the table and narrowed his eyes at me. “What information are you after?”

I’d called ahead to make sure he was in and had mentioned I needed his help. “Do you know Jackson Jones’s cousin, Davey?”

He nodded slowly. “Yeah. Why?”

I leant forward. “I need his address and anything you can tell me about him.”

“What do I get out of this, Havoc?”

“What do you want?” I had little intention of giving him what he wanted, but it was always a good starting point.

He spent a moment contemplating my question. “A girl.”

“What girl?” I shuddered to think what his answer would be. He had a predilection for young girls.

Excitement flared in his eyes and my stomach rolled. “She’s this little blonde I’ve seen—”

I held up my hand as I scowled at him. “I’m not fuckin’ finding a girl for you.”

Distaste replaced the excitement is his gaze as he clenched his jaw. “Well, I’m not giving you any information then.”

The redheaded waitress, who always seemed to be working whenever I visited approached with pen and paper in hand. “Can I get you gentleman anything to eat or drink?”

Nikolas didn’t remove his gaze from mine as he shook his head. “No, Havoc was just leaving.”

She clearly read the harsh tone he used and slinked away.

“I will be leaving soon, but we still have a small matter to discuss that I’d been hoping to avoid,” I said before pausing to let that sink in.

Frown lines marred his forehead. “What small matter?”

If I were a grinner, I’d have grinned at that moment because what I had on him was priceless. I wasn’t though so my face remained expressionless. “The small matter of you getting Eric Bones’s daughter high and then fucking her at a party last month.” Eric was one of Sydney’s most ruthless men. The kind of guy you went to for a loan only when you were desperate enough or stupid enough to think borrowing money from

a man who’d kill you for non-payment was the best option you had.

“His daughter is eighteen, Havoc. You’ve got nothing.”

“That’s where it would have paid you to do your research first, Nikolas. Eric is extremely protective of his daughters and if he discovers that not only did you get her high, but that you also screwed her, he’d have more than your balls on a platter.”

He stared at me with hate, not saying a word for a few moments. When he blew out a long breath, he stood and spat out, “I know nothing about Davey except for his address. I’ll text it to you. And don’t ever come here again.” With that, he stalked away from me to where his redheaded waitress stood. After muttering something to her, he exited the café.

His text came a minute later.

Nikolas: I thought we were friends.

Me: Friends are overrated. I have none.

Nikolas: Clearly.

As I headed towards where I’d parked my bike, I googled Davey’s address. He lived about half an hour from the motel where I was staying so I decided to take a ride out there before making my way to Carla.

My phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. Checking caller ID, I answered, “J. What’s up, brother?”

I heard the long exhale of breath before he said, “Fuck, Havoc, what the fuck are you doing with Nash’s sister? He’s ready to rip your balls from you.”

Nash’s sister?