Havoc (Storm MC 7)

“Trust me, if I didn’t have shit to do, I’d be taking those clothes and burning them.”

Something had shifted between us. I wasn’t sure what, but his moody attitude seemed to have disappeared, and he’d softened a little. Not that the words ‘soft’ and ‘Havoc’ went together, and not that anyone else would notice, but I did. It was in the way he pressed a kiss to my forehead as he left the bathroom after we'd had sex, and in the way he left the motel room after that to get me coffee from the café across the road because he knew I preferred it to the coffee in the motel. It was also in the way he rubbed his thumb back and forth across my lower back while I straddled him.

I moved off his lap and reached for the robe that lay across my side of the bed. As I tightened it around me, I said, “I’m going to find a supermarket today. Do you want anything?”

He stood and shoved his phone in his pocket. “Some more condoms. We’re about to run out.”

“How much longer do you think until your work is finished here?”

“You ready to go home?”

“No, but I figured with all this Nash stuff you’d want to sort that out and move on.”

He watched me silently for a minute. “Let’s play it by ear for now. But in answer to your question, I’m hoping to finish up with my work today.”

I bit my lip. “Okay.”

His eyes narrowed at me and he opened his mouth to say something, but quickly snapped it shut. The sound of his boots hitting the carpet as he walked towards the motel door was the only sound to be heard.

Looking back at me, he said, “I’ll check in with you later.”

And then he was gone.

I sat on the bed and wrapped my arms around my body.

God knew how long he’d be working. Chances were I was in for a long day by myself. With many hours to think about my father and our family.

I needed to find something to occupy my time because thinking about that man was the last thing I ever wanted to do.

16

Havoc

Christ, am I wasting my time?

I’d been trailing Davey all day, all over town, and had learnt nothing about the guy that would help King. He’d spent the day doing his dry cleaning, having lunch with some woman, shopping for X-Box games, shopping for groceries and was currently at the library.

At the fucking library.

I hadn’t heard from King yet, so I figured doing something was better than nothing. I’d trailed him the day before too with no success and was beginning to think the key to helping King didn’t lay with Davey.

Maybe I would have to look for dirt on Jackson instead.

Fuck, I wasn’t used to being wrong about shit. I’d been sure Davey had to have something deep in his closet.

My phone rang.

Carla.

I answered without hesitation. “You good?”

“One of the things I like about you, Havoc, is your lack of small talk. You just get straight to the point.” I could hear the smile in her voice and it settled me. It eased some of my concern over her. She’d been thrashing about in the bed that morning like a fucking maniac and in my experience, the only thing to cause that kind of behaviour was some deep fucking emotions.

“And one of the things I like about you is that you don’t bug me incessantly about mindless crap. What’s up?”

“Steak or chicken?”

“Huh?” I had no fucking clue what she meant.