Havoc: A Silent Sons MC Novel Book Two

by Ambere Sabo

  "I thought you said they had the tunnel covered?" Gunner says.

  "They did," Venom says, wariness weighting his words. "Where the hell did the fuckers go?"

  "Everybody watch your backs. They could be hiding, trying to ambush us," Gunner warns.

  We hurry to the tunnel entrance in a tight knot of crouched bodies, everyone with their weapons drawn and ready. Each step I take, I fully expect to be cut down by a bullet shot from somewhere behind us. Anxiety over our current situation traps my breath in my lungs. My mind flashes to Angel. I never told her exactly how I feel about her. Now I might never get a chance. Each step toward the tunnel, is a step closer to having her back in my arms—where I will convince her to stay. Somehow.

  The hundred yards to entrance feels like a mile, but we make it to the tunnel in minutes. “That was too easy,” Venom yells over his shoulder.

  “Agreed,” most of us say in unison. Something isn’t right. But we don’t have time to waste trying to figure out what’s wrong.

  As soon as we step through the tunnel and trigger the motion sensor, we know what isn’t right. BOOM! BOOM! Two explosions go off, and the tunnel starts to waiver. “Run,” Gunner yells as he scoops up Emily.

  We race to outrun the destruction the explosions generated. My arm is going to sleep, where I have Rose’s weight settled unevenly. My legs burn with every pounding step I take. But putting her down or stopping aren’t options, so I force my brain to command each foot to carry us forward.

  Half a mile in, the tunnel behind us collapses. Dust fills the air, making the visibility in the tunnel next to nothing, but we keep running finally making it to the exit.

  As soon as we’re through it, Hoser pulls G from Ink’s arms and into the back of his truck. “Is anyone else injured?”

  I quickly survey everyone in our dirt-covered group. It looks like the rest of us made it out without any significant damage.

  “Where’s Redneck?” Ink exclaims.

  We all look around, searching. He’s not here.

  “He was right behind me,” Jekyll tells him. “Fuck. I didn’t see him after the tunnel collapsed.”

  Climbing into his truck, Hoser announces, “I’m rushing G to the hospital. Someone go back inside and see if you can find Redneck. The rest of you need to get to the fucking bar.”

  Without any explanation for the end of his statement, he tears out of the parking lot, tires screeching and kicking up gravel.

  Epilogue

  Angel

  I didn’t know if I’d ever be back here. But as I stand here gazing down at my parents’ graves, I know that they’d be proud of all I’ve done. My eyes travel around, taking in the place where I grew up. The farm looks nothing like it did the last time I was here.

  The charred remains of my childhood home and the barn have been torn down. The land is finally starting to repair itself. The green of new growth juts up everywhere I look. Soon it will be ready for harvest, and I know the seasonal workers we had will be happy for it.

  G was able to convince his boss that this would be a prime location for their new headquarters. With his cover blown, he can no longer work within the cartel. Hell, he’s lucky he didn’t die the day he was outed, but he’ll lead the field office here instead. He’s doing an amazing job so far. Mi mama would be incredibly happy that he chose to employ the same workers she did to work the land.

  The plot my family is buried on won’t be touched by the task force. It was a stipulation Hyde made sure went into the contract for purchase. At the time I sold the land, I didn’t know what life held for me, so it was a silly clause to me, but as I lay roses on their graves, I’m extremely thankful for it. The debt I owe the Dominion MC for helping me deal with the farm is high, but I know to them, I owe them nothing.

  We all owe them more than we can ever repay. The graves on the other side of my family plot can attest to that. I like to think that even in death, Redneck and Casanova are bickering somewhere.

  “You ready to go, carino?” Hoser asks, walking up behind me.

  Smiling up at him, I nod, and we walk back to his truck together. A lot of changes have happened in the last few months. I didn’t know what to expect after Wrecker came for me. I really thought I’d be dead soon after that. I only hoped that I could take some of the damn cartel with me on the way out. It’s been an adjustment to stop living in the short term.

  No longer having him or the cartel hunting me is liberating. It took me a while to realize what it is that I want. Being here where I grew up and where my parents died, just cements that life is too short to take things for granted.

  We’re running late. We should’ve been at Ink’s tattoo shop an hour ago. The ride’s quiet, giving me time to mull over my decisions. When we pull into the parking lot, Hoser asks, “Are you sure this is what you want, carino?”

  “I am. More than anything,” I answer honestly. He blows out a resigned breath before nodding back at me.

  We both get out of the truck and walk into the shop. Ink comes out of a room when the bell above the door chimes.

  “Hey, Angel. Hyde told me you’d be in today. What can I do for you?” Ink asks.

  “I want to get a tattoo,” I answer with a little tremble in my voice. God, I hate needles. My blood races and my heart slams against my ribs like a caged bird trying to break free. I’m scared to damn death to get this done, but if it shows him just what he means to me, it’ll be worth the pain. I wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans and nod, reassuring myself that I can do this.

  “The hell you are,” Havoc exclaims coming out of the room Ink was just in. Why is he shirtless? He rarely goes without at least a wife beater on, except when it’s just the two of us. What the hell… And more importantly why is he here?

  “Havoc, what are you doing here? I thought you were going to be working with the task force today?” I question, confused as hell. He can’t be here for this. He’s ruining the surprise.

  Walking over to me, he pulls me to him. Leaning down, he kisses me senseless, making me forget what I’m even here for. My arms wrap around his waist and begin to trail up his back. He jerks back from me, grunting out in pain.

  “Havoc, what’s wrong?” I ask concerned before noticing the black substance on my hands. “What the hell is this?” I exclaim as Ink hands me a damp paper towel to clean off my hands.

  Havoc blows out a breath and looks at the ceiling. Hoser won’t make eye contact with me at all. Ink has a guilty as shit look on his face. “Alright, one of you pendejo’s better start fucking talking,” I exclaim.

  “Calm down, sweet cheeks. Why don’t I just show you instead,” he replies and turns around.

  Confusion is quickly replaced with awe as my eyes track over every inch of Havoc’s back. The skin that my fingers and lips have mapped and memorized is stained with ink. The sight in front of me is almost more than I can take. The scars that crisscross Havoc’s back are no longer visible. Where they once dominated his flesh, is now concealed by the emblem of the Sons but with one massive change.

  The Silent Sons have a skull on their cuts, like many MCs do. But the thing that makes theirs unique it that the skull commands “speak no evil” with its finger to its mouth in a shushing motion. It’s rather fitting considering their name. Instead of a skull though, Havoc has my face in its place. But it’s done up in Dia de Los Muertos style. It’s absolutely breathtaking.

  “It’s gorgeous, Havoc. Ink did a fantastic job. But why would you do this?” I whisper with tears filling my eyes, my fingers reaching to touch the unmarked skin next to the image on his flesh.

  “Can you give us a second?” he asks, looking at Ink and Hoser. They retreat to the back of the shop without a word.

  Grabbing my hand, Havoc pulls me over to the row of chairs along the wall. We sit down facing each other. For some reason, my heart is racing. I wring my fingers together, nervously.

  Havoc reaches over and untangles my fingers. His fingers draw patterns in my palm. “I did this beca
use I’m yours, sweet cheeks. I know how you feel about being claimed. Hell, about being my Ol’ Lady. I did this to show you, I don’t need to claim you, because no matter what the title you want me to have, I belong to you.”

  By the time he’s finished, tears stream down my face. Taking my face in his hands, he wipes my cheeks with his thumbs before softly kissing my lips.

  Pulling away from my lips just enough that his breath caresses my face, he asks softly, “Why are you here, sweet cheeks?”

  Slipping the piece of paper from my pocket, I hand him the script Lil made for me. In the most beautiful lettering, it reads Havoc’s Lady.

  “I wanted it to be a surprise,” I whisper before his mouth is on mine. We pour every unspoken word into the kiss, only stopping when someone clears their throat.

  With a chuckle, Ink speaks up, “Not that I don’t love a good show, but I doubt Hoser agrees with me. Havoc, we need to get your back cleaned up and bandaged, especially since Angel touched it. Got to make sure it heals right. And, Angel, you ready to tell me what I can do for you?”

  Standing, Havoc hands Ink the slip of paper and pulls me up from my seat. Ink looks over the script with a smirk and a nod. Havoc leads me to the room I saw him and Ink come out of. Looking around, I realize this is where Ink does his tattoos.

  “Ok, Havoc, assume the position,” Ink says directing Havoc back to the chair that occupies the majority of the space in the room. “As soon as I get him taken care of and the room cleaned up, we’ll get yours done, Angel.”

  Spraying some sort of liquid on Havoc’s back, he cleans off all the excess ink. Then I get a clearer view of the artwork that now covers almost all of Havoc’s back. What stands out the most is the bright emerald, green eyes. It truly is a beautiful piece.

  Once he’s finished with Havoc, Ink talks with me about pain and the best spot for my new ink. I decide to get the script placed on the inside of my wrist. Both Ink and Havoc joke about it missing a word, but I’m not Old damn it. Getting the tattoo hurts like hell, but it’s over in less than thirty minutes. Ink gives us the aftercare instructions and promises to see us both shortly at Ed’s. He just needs to close up the shop.

  Havoc and I have split most of our time since the night in Juarez between the Sons’ and Dominion’s clubhouses. We’re working with the EPPD task force in hopes of getting Rose’s and Emily’s children out of the hands of the cartel. Rose is lost without her babies, and Havoc has promised to do all he can to get them back to her.

  The cartel has scattered from the Juarez compound, and the task force is having difficulty pinpointing their location. G asked that we come to Ed’s tonight before we ride back to the Sons. I’m assuming he wants to tell us something that he doesn’t want the task force to know about, but who the hell knows at this point.

  As we pull up to Ed’s, the sight of the familiar bikes makes me grin. But there’s a familiar truck that doesn't belong here. Why on earth didn’t mi Reina let us know she’d be here as well? Walking into the bar, I see that not only are mi Reina and Venom here, so are Lil, Gunner, and Rodeo.

  The girls walk over to us as soon as we're through the door. The three of us have a group hug before I ask, “What are y’all doing here?”

  “Not a damn clue, Hyde called Rodeo saying we needed to be here, so here we are but no one’s talking yet.” mi Reina answers, throwing her hands in the air, impatient as usual.

  She’s almost five months pregnant now and has the cutest little baby bump. Don’t tell her that though, she’s one cranky pregnant woman. The next four months will be interesting. I don’t envy Venom at all. He dotes on her though and will make an amazing father to their little boy.

  We don’t have to wait long before Hyde calls the meeting to order, “Alright, I’m sure everyone’s wondering why we called the Sons in for this. But G is the one who called this meeting, so that’s a question for him.”

  Looking around, I don’t see G at the table. The Dominion club lost four members when the cartel came here for Lilly. Mi Reina had grown tired while we waited for news, so the two of us had gone with her to the cabin to lay down. Casanova took us on the golf cart and was the first one to lose his life when he made it back to Ed’s. My heart still clenches at the thought of the world no longer containing the flirty man. The cartel couldn’t get into the cabin and fled when they were outnumbered by the group of bikers that Rodeo and Wraith had with them.

  G’s voice rumbles over the speaker of Hyde’s phone, “Alright, there’s no easy way to say this, so I’m just going to come out with it. After the raid, we weren’t sure if Enterrador made it out alive or not. Today, we found out that he’s alive and kicking.”

  “Are you sure?” Cessy questions.

  “Hyde, give them the letter I sent over this morning,” G directs, and Hyde slides a letter across the table to Lilly. She picks it up with shaky fingers and unfolds it. Her eyes scan it quietly as G explains what the paper is.

  “This was found yesterday on an Infierno member we took in for questioning. He was told to deliver it to your clubhouse outside of Austin. It’s addressed to you, Lilly, but we wanted to be sure it was the real deal before worrying anyone. The handwriting has been analyzed, and it is indeed Enterrador,” he finishes, blowing out a breath.

  Lilly has been reading the letter the whole time G’s been talking. Fear creeps across her face with each word she reads. Havoc reaches out to take the letter from her, but instead, she hands it to Gunner, who sits on the other side of her. He reads it aloud:

  “Dearest Lilly, I’ve dreamed of you every night since the day you became mine. The issues with your father had to be dealt with, but now that he is gone from this world, I can focus on what truly matters… you. The time has come, my beauty. I’ll see you soon.” Gunner’s words are interrupted by Havoc’s fist slamming into the table and his uttered, “Fuck.”

  Gunner lays the paper down and finishes, “It’s signed Enterrador.”

  Acknowledgment’s

  To my munchkins, you drive me every day to be better and make you proud. To my oldest, you keep me sane. You make sure when I need the time I have it and are the best big sister I could have ever hoped for. Thank you for all your help! And no, you still can’t read my books ❤. More than all the stars.

  Barbara and Michelle, thank you for always being there to listen. For encouraging me to keep going and most importantly for believing in me. One sister by blood and the other by choice and you’re the best friends I could ever ask for.

  Charlotte thank you for once again helping make my words the best they can be. I think I will forever hate tenses.

  Nicole Lloyd, thank you for keeping my head on. I’m positive I would have lost it a time or two by now without you.

  Enticing Journey, and all the bloggers who have read and promoted my work, thank you!! I couldn’t do this without you.

  To my review team! Oh, how I adore you all! Whenever I feel like I have no clue what I’m doing, I can go to our group and know I must have done something right. If no one else on the planet were to read my stories, you have, and you liked them. That is worth more than gold to me, thank you!

  Lastly, to the readers. Thank you for taking a chance on the Sons, a chance on me. Thank you for every post you share and picture you like. For every review you write, and message you send. You make this crazy ride worth it, for without you I’d just be some crazy chick listening to voices in her head. Love you!

  Sneak Peak

  Lilly

  (Book 3 in the Silent Sons Series)

  Lilly

  I’ve had the year from absolute hell. Between my fucked-up father trying to sell me to a psychopath. To finding out that dear old dad was trafficking girls, some of them my very own sisters. To hearing two of my best friends actually take his life. Honestly, I didn’t think it could get much worse.

  Never could I’ve have been more wrong. That psychopath thinks that I’m his. Apparently, I remind him of his dead wife, and he’ll stop at nothing unt
il he has me. What kind of sick twisted shit is that? Honestly, I’m scared to fucking death.

  I was the sheltered one growing up. Cessy and Havoc made sure of that. Any time I spent at the Reapers was done with one of them at my side. Knowing what I do now, I’m thankful for that. Back then, well back then, sometimes I hated Havoc. I thought he wanted all of our father’s time, and attention, I didn’t understand they were protecting me.

  After Havoc left and joined the Sons, I saw how much my father didn’t care for me. But he was still my father, and I was a little girl who just wanted him to love me. I tried everything for him to look at me like he used to look at Havoc, but it never happened.

  “Heavy is the head that wears the crown,” he used to tell me. Some bullshit excuse as to why he couldn’t be bothered to spend time with me. Hell, get to know me. He had a kingdom to rule, and I just didn’t understand.

  In all of the craziness from the last year, not everything has been bad. I found my solace, Gunner. He was the one to catch me when I fell apart after we escaped from my father and the cartel. He’s made sure I was safe through it all and became someone I can lean on. The sexy ex-marine has my heart, and I don’t think he even knows it. To him, I’m just his brother's kid sister, and completely off limits.

  Fuck that! I’m tired of being the little girl that needs to be sheltered, to be taken care of. I know how to protect myself. Havoc made sure of that years ago. Enterrador can come for me all he wants, but I’m not going any fucking where. I’m finishing nursing school in a few months, and then I’ll show Gunner just what I am—his.