Havoc (Storm MC 7)

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I stared down at the text that had just hit my phone.

Yvette: Dad’s not doing well. You need to come home ASAP.

Me: Has he had another heart attack?

Yvette: The doctors aren’t sure yet. Come home, Havoc.

Me: I’ll be there.

“Is everything okay?” Carla asked, dragging my attention back to her.

I’d arrived back at the motel three hours ago and my focus had been on her ever since. She’d wanted coffee so I’d headed out to the café to get some and had just returned when the text arrived.

“We’ve gotta go home, darlin’. My dad’s not well.”

She moved off the bed, her beautiful face lined with worry. “What’s wrong with him?”

I passed her the coffee. “It’s his heart. He’s had problems with it for years and may have just had another heart attack.”

“I can be ready in ten minutes if that’s okay. I’ll just have a quick shower and throw my stuff in my bag.”

Her concern and readiness to leave at the drop of a hat warmed my cold heart. Pulling her to me, I murmured, “Ten minutes, huh?”

She placed her hands against my chest, gently pushing me away. “What? You don’t think I can get ready that fast?” I loved the look of indignation that crossed her face. She could be feisty as fuck and that shit turned me on.

“Well, for a woman who can take forever in the bathroom—”

She cut me off as she moved out of my hold. “I wouldn’t continue that sentence. Not if you want my body again.”

I snagged her around the waist and yanked her back to me. “Babe, if you think I can’t find a way to have what I want, you are underestimating my abilities.”

“And if you think your abilities are any match for mine, you are fooling yourself.”

Christ, my dick was hard as hell. Groaning, I let her go and muttered, “Go. You’ve got ten minutes.”

She stepped close again and ran her hand over my crotch. “I think we’d better take care of this first. No way in hell can you ride for as long as we have to with a hard-on.”

A woman after my own heart.

I wasn’t sure what I’d ever done to deserve an angel. She’d been right when she’d said we all needed connection. I’d just forgotten that somewhere along the way. Who knew where this would all end up, but I was gonna take everything she wanted to give me.

20

Carla

I stepped through the front door to my home with some disappointment. The last few days away with Havoc had been an escape from my life. Being back home meant I had to begin dealing with the fallout of my job loss and subject failure. It also signalled another fork in my journey with Havoc. He’d just begun opening up to me. Coming back to Brisbane and going our separate ways could mean the end of that.

“Carla!” My mother greeted me when I entered the kitchen.

Havoc was right behind me, his hand on the small of my back, and I saw my mother’s gaze move swiftly from me to him. As she hugged me, she murmured, “So this is the man causing Nash to go off the deep end.”

I pulled out of her hold and stepped back into Havoc’s space. When his hand slid around my waist, I smiled. I loved his need for touch. I had that same need. Placing my hand over his, I replied, “Mum, this is Havoc. Havoc, my mother, Linda.”

He reached his free hand out to Mum and she shook it. “Good to meet you, Linda.”

Although my mother was a woman who treated everyone equally, I wasn’t sure how she’d react to Havoc considering he’d stirred Nash’s anger. However, I needn’t have worried. A brilliant smile touched her lips. “Come in, sit down. You must be so tired after that long trip.”