Havoc (Storm MC 7)

Nash yanked his head again, causing as much pain as he could. “I fuckin’ know you won’t do it again. Not after we’re finished with you.”

I shoved him hard against the wall and punched him again. When my fist connected with his cheek, satisfaction coursed through me. It was about time this guy got what he deserved.

“We’re gonna keep a close eye on you from now on. Whenever you leave your house, know that we’ll be watching. You won’t be able to take a shit without us knowing. You got that?” I smacked the side of his head.

He nodded with a desperation my violent side loved and I had to push that need down. I wanted nothing more than to cause him more pain, a lot of fucking pain, for what he’d done to Carla, but I had to control that urge. I took a few deep breaths, concentrating on them instead.

Nash punched him hard in the gut causing him to scream out in agony as he clutched his stomach. “If you ever force a woman to sleep with you again, this will be like a walk in the fuckin’ park.”

My chest tightened and my head pounded with the need to make him hurt as I watched Nash punch the guy.

It was all I could think about.

Red blinding light flashed through my mind and it threatened to consume me.

“You good?” Nash asked when he turned to face me.

I had to find a way to control the urges.

Carla.

I was there for Carla.

The red light receded.

My need for pain subsided.

I blew out a few quick breaths.

“I’m good,” I finally told Nash.

“Thank fuck. For a minute there, I thought we had another death on our hands.”

His words caused the teacher to panic. “Don’t kill me! I won’t do it again!”

Needing to remove myself from this guy’s presence, I walked towards the front door.

“Where you going?” Nash yelled after me.

“I’m done. If he fucks up again, I won’t hold back, but for now I’ve had enough. Do what you want with him,” I replied before heading outside.

I’d come close to losing it in there.

The only thing that had saved him had been Carla. She calmed me in a way no one else ever had. In that moment, I knew what I needed to do.

* * *

“Carla!” I bellowed through the house when I arrived home forty minutes later. She was working from Dad’s house that day while he was at the hospital for a check up that Yvette took him to.

I searched high and low, but couldn’t find her. Pulling out my phone, I called her.

She answered on the third ring. “Hey, baby. What’s up?”

“Where are you?”

“At your house. Why?”

“Angel, I’m at home and you’re not here.”