by Harley Wylde
Havoc still stared at me, silent.
“If you’re trying to intimidate me, it’s not working,” I said.
“I think Cinder was right. She’s the female version of you.” Shade smiled. “The two of you are going to make things interesting around here. You’re like Dexter and Hannah.”
“You think I’m capable of killing someone and not getting caught?” I asked.
“Okay, not the best example, but Bonnie and Clyde didn’t fit either. The point is that you both kick ass first and ask questions later,” Shade said. “You’re exactly the type of woman he needs.”
“Are you two finished bonding?” Havoc asked.
“Maybe. Do I get to hear what you’re planning? Because you’ve made it pretty obvious it’s about me,” I said. “How the hell am I supposed to protect myself if I don’t know what the fuck is going on?”
Okay, so I sucked at the no confrontation thing.
“She’s not wrong,” Shade said. “I think she’s proven she can hold her own when she needs to. Your call though.”
“Sit down,” Havoc said, nodding to the chair next to him. “If I don’t let you stay, you’ll just be a pain in the ass and come in here every ten minutes.”
“You’re a fast learner, aren’t you?” I asked as I pulled out the chair.
Shade coughed to cover his laughter. I smirked at Havoc, but the heat in his eyes promised he’d get me back in interesting ways later, the kind of payback that would leave me sore and begging for more.
“Fill her in,” Havoc said.
“So, I did some digging on that guard at the prison, the one who tried to…” Shade pressed his lips together. “Moving on. He was living two towns over, until the day you were released. He’s now renting an apartment over on the rough side of town. The intel I’ve gathered suggests that he’s watching for you. Someone leaked the information that you’re at the compound.”
“No one knows I’m here except your club and my brothers,” I said. “I don’t see anyone in either group letting that asshole know where to find me. Not even when CJ was pissed would he have turned me over to a rapist.”
“Not quite.” Shade pulled some more papers out, and a picture. It was the skank from a few nights ago, and she was leaning in close to the asshole guard. “It seems Rachel didn’t take too kindly to being shown up, or having you take Havoc. I think she believed she had a shot with him.”
Havoc picked up the picture and the ice in his eyes almost scared me. I knew he’d never hurt me, but I wasn’t so sure about Rachel. If he got his hands on her, she might have a very limited time remaining above ground. If she’d sold me out to a rapist, I was all right with that. Hell, I might help him dig the damn hole.
“Does he have any allies in town?” Havoc asked. “Anyone he could turn to for help in getting his hands on Jordan? Besides that bitch?”
“Not that I’ve seen. I managed to hack his phone records. He placed some calls to the guards at the prison, but they seem to be avoiding him. The two who answered hung up after thirty seconds. The rest didn’t even answer, and they haven’t called back,” Shade said.
“So what do we do?” I asked.
“We can wait him out,” Shade said. “Or we can set a trap. I think the club needs to deal with Rachel first though.”
“She’s mine,” Havoc said.
“If you’re offing her, you’re not doing it alone,” I said.
He focused his gaze on me. “You’re not a murderer, Jordan. And I’d never ask you to do something like that.”
“She gave my location to a rapist asshole. If you want to kill her, I won’t stand in your way. I just figured I’d help hide the body.”
Shade snickered. “Like I said. Perfect for you.”
“And if someone comes looking for her?” Havoc asked. “You have a shitty poker face, baby. They start asking questions about where Rachel is and they’ll immediately hone in on you. One look and they’ll know you saw or heard something.”
“Right. So the fact I know you’re going to kill her already implicates me. Might as well follow through,” I said. “I never do anything half-assed.”
“The two of you are going to put Cinder in an early grave,” Shade said. “Remind me to bring popcorn when all this goes down. Better than a damn Die Hard movie.”
I looked over at Shade. “In that scenario, which one of us is Bruce?”
Shade’s shoulder shook with silent laughter and he held up his hands. “I’m out. Your girl is too much for me to handle. I’ll hand all this over to Scratch and Cinder. I’m sure they’ll be in touch.”
“Am I supposed to just sit here until the big, tough men come up with a plan and take out the bad guys?” I asked.
“Yep,” Shade said and winked. “Get used to it. Your other half is as alpha as you can get. Don’t be surprised if he tries to keep you barefoot and pregnant.”
“Not if he values his balls,” I said.
Shade laughed his ass off all the way to the front door. Havoc was staring with an unreadable expression. I wasn’t sure if I’d pissed him off, or if he just wasn’t sure what to make of me.
“You going to say something?” I asked.
“Nope. Figure you say enough for the both of us.”
I rolled my eyes. “Does that mean I’m supposed to just sit here and look pretty when bad shit happens?”
Havoc reached over and pulled my chair closer until my side was pressed against his. He gripped my chin and held my gaze. “Have I ever treated you like a China doll? Made you feel like I thought you were some pathetic, weak, breakable woman?”
“No,” I grudgingly admitted.
“And I never will. I love your strength, and your sass. Watching you go toe to toe with people amuses the shit out of me. When we catch Slater, and we will catch him, I’ll let you use my knife if you want to de-ball him. What I’d like is to keep the bad shit away from you, not because you can’t handle it, but because I don’t want any backlash coming your way. Anyone tries to take you from me, and I mean anyone, I will fucking end them.”
“I think I love you,” I said, smiling a little.
“You damn well better.”
He kissed me hard, not letting me come up for air for several minutes. Yeah, I loved the asshole. Maybe instead of a match made in heaven, we were a match made in hell… because I was fairly certain that’s where we’d both end up one day. Maybe we’d kick Lucifer off his throne and take over the place. I was sure there was room for improvement down there.
“Does that mean you love me too?” I asked.
“If you have to ask, I guess I’m not being obvious enough. I’ll have to rectify that. What’s it going to take? Name it and it’s yours. As long as it’s not my dick mounted on the wall, that is, because I plan on getting lots of use out of it.”
“Well, as much as I’d love to stare at it all day every day, I much prefer it still attached to you. Kind of hard for you to fuck me without it. And there’s still lots of things we haven’t tried yet.”
“Like what?” he asked, his voice getting deeper and rougher.
“I saw some handcuffs in your dresser when I was snooping, and yes, I was digging through your crap without permission. If you don’t like it, you can bite me. Maybe you could give me some happy memories to associate with being handcuffed. The only time someone has used them on me was during my arrest and incarceration.”
His gaze skimmed over me. “Anything else?”
“I’m sure I could make a list. You seem like the type of guy who likes lists.”
“I’ll be happy to check off every item. Twice.”
I smiled and kissed him, gripping his hair in my fingers. “Then item number one is for you to give me lots of sexy orders, and punish me when I disobey. Marines like orders, don’t they?”
“Maybe I’ll tell you do things I know you’ll refuse, just so I can spank that ass. I bet it would turn nice and pink.”
“Ryan,” I said softly.
“Wha
t, baby?”
“I’m so fucking wet right now. What are going to do about it?”
“Just hearing you say that makes me hard. Stand up, Jordan.”
I pushed my chair back and stood. His gaze caressed me from head to toe, lingering here and there. I let him look his fill and waited to see what he wanted me to do next. He twirled his finger and I turned, letting out a yelp when he grabbed my ass and gave it a squeeze. I glanced at him over my shoulder and saw the hungry look in his eyes.
“Know what I want?” he asked.
“I’m sure you’ll tell me. You seem to go after what you want.”
“I want you naked and bent over the table, this gorgeous ass on display.”
I turned to face him and slowly stripped off my clothes. When I dropped the last of them to the floor, I stood next to him and bent over the table. Havoc let out a groan and his fingers lightly trailed down my ass cheek.
“Spread your legs,” he said, his voice rough and filled with need.
I parted my thighs and bit my lip as he lightly ran his fingers along my wet slit. Havoc stood, knocked his chair over, then I felt the denim covering his thighs press against me. He ground his cock against my ass then pulled away. I heard the jangle of his belt as he unbuckled it and then the rasp of his zipper sliding down. My heart was hammering in my chest as I waited, breathless with anticipation.
Havoc held me open and slammed home, not stopping until I’d taken every inch. I cried out, closing my eyes at the sheer pleasure of having him inside of me. He gripped my ass cheeks and spread them apart, then started fucking me with long, deep strokes.
“So fucking beautiful,” he said. “I love watching you take my cock.”
“Ryan, please… Don’t tease me.”
His hand cracked down on my ass, making me clench down on him. It stung and burned a bit, but I liked it.
“Don’t rush me,” he said. “Watching your pussy take me, seeing your cream coat my dick, is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I want to fucking enjoy it.”
“Ryan.” His name sounded breathless even to me. He seemed to turn me into a needy mess, some wanton hussy who craved his cock any way I could get it.
He took his time, driving me crazy with his slow, steady strokes. I wanted more, wanted him to take me hard. I loved it when he lost control, but he seemed to have an iron grip on it today. Or maybe this was my punishment for interrupting his meeting. There were worse ways to be disciplined.
“You like that, baby?” he asked. “Like feeling the slow slide of my cock in your pussy?”
“God, yes! Please, Ryan. I need more.”
He slammed into me hard and fast, making me cry out. “That what you want?”
“Yes! Yes! More!”
He pounded into me, every thrust driving me up onto my toes. My vision went hazy as I came, pleasure rolling through me in a never-ending wave. He hit all the right spots, making my orgasms last forever, one sliding into another until I was breathless.
Havoc roared out his release as he filled me with jet after jet of his cum, and still he kept stroking in and out of me. I trembled and twitched in the aftermath, feeling like I’d soared to the heavens then crashed hard back to earth. He pressed tighter against my ass and I smiled a little. I’d asked him the other day why he always did that afterward, and he said he was making sure none of it escaped. It seemed he was determined to get me pregnant, if I wasn’t already.
It should have scared the shit out of me, but the thought of having a kid with him wasn’t all that frightening. I knew that he’d watch over us, protect us. And I was quickly learning that he’d love us with his last breath. I’d been one lucky bitch the day he found me on the side of the road.
“Did that satisfy my little nympho for the moment?” he asked, easing out of me.
I gave him an indignant glare over my shoulder. “I’m not a nympho. You just have a magic dick that’s bewitched me.”
He winked then smacked my ass. “As long as it’s only my dick you crave.”
I stood up and faced him. “You know it is. Besides, I’m pretty sure the only way I’m finding someone with a bigger cock is if I hit up the porn industry, and who knows where their shit’s been?”
Havoc threw back his head and roared with laughter. “Good to know I have a porn-star-worthy cock.”
“As long as the pornos you’re making are with me.”
He pulled me closer and kissed me. “There’s no other pussy I want but yours. I think I’ve proven that already.”
His phone started ringing in his pocket and he tucked his cock back into his pants, zipped up, then answered the damn thing. It always went off at the worst possible times and he seemed adamant that he answer it, regardless of what we were doing. If his VP interrupted us one more time when I was about to orgasm, I was going to say a few words to his wife and see how he liked a case of blue balls. I might not be able to lay a hand on him, but it didn’t mean I couldn’t seek my revenge in other ways. Clarity seemed like the sort who might play along and help me out.
Havoc’s gaze locked on mine and the tense lines in his face told me whatever was going on, it wasn’t good. I quickly pulled my clothes back on while he finished his call, trying not to eavesdrop too much. It was damn hard not to listen when he was standing right in front of me though. It wasn’t like I could just turn my ears off.
He finally ended the call and heaved a sigh that didn’t sound the least bit positive.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Shade filled Scratch and Cinder in on the current issue. The club decided to round up Rachel. She’s being held inside the compound.”
“So? Let’s go deal with that bitch.”
He smiled a little. “Jordan, you’re fierce and God knows I love you for it, but I want you to let me handle this. It could get messy.”
“You mean bloody.”
He shrugged. “Same difference.”
“Are you worried what I’ll think if I see you like that?”
“Taking someone’s life isn’t the same as giving them a good beatdown. I’m not just going to slap her around and let her go, and since I’m the Sergeant at Arms, it’s my job to handle this shit. Permanently.”
“Ryan, you could gut her like a fish in front of me, and it wouldn’t change the way I feel about you, or how I see you. She’s not some sweet, innocent woman. The bitch sold me out. Do you really think if Slater gets his hands on me that he’ll be satisfied with picking up where he left off? The man was fired. I’m as good as dead if he catches me.”
“I know,” he said. “It’s why he’s next on my list.”
“I’m going with you.”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “Fine. But you’ll need to stand back out of the way. Who knows where the fuck she’s been? If her blood gets on you…”
I nodded, then stopped and stared at him. “Wait. It was all right for you to put your dick in her then fuck me, but it’s not okay for me to get her blood on me? That’s fucked up, Ryan. Even for you.”
“Never touched her without protection.”
“You should still get tested. Today preferably. If you gave me anything, I’m kicking your ass, then I’m bringing that slut back from the dead so I can kill her all over again.”
He smiled and kissed me again. “It turns me on when you get all pissed and violent.”
He rubbed his cock against me and I could feel how hard he was again.
“You have issues. You know that, right?”
“Everyone has their kinks. Mine happens to be watching you kick someone’s ass, with words or physical violence.”
“You’re so weird. Good thing I love you.”
Chapter Eight
Havoc
I didn’t like the fact Jordan was here. She was about to see the worst side of the club, of me, and while I’d assured her that wasn’t my concern with her tagging along, it was a big fucking part of it. Even if she was tougher than the other two ladies in the club, I didn�
��t know if she could really handle what was about to happen. If she ran, I’d just have to go after her.
Rachel’s hands were chained above her head and she had to stand on tiptoe to alleviate the pressure on her shoulders. Wouldn’t be long before she didn’t care about that anymore, or much of anything else. After what she’d done, she wouldn’t be walking out of here. She’d betrayed the club, and had put my woman in danger. Neither sin could be forgiven, not in the eyes of Devil’s Boneyard, and sure as fuck not in mine.
When she saw me, and noticed I was removing my cut, her eyes went wide with fear and her face paled. Someone had already set out my tools on a table nearby and I let my hand hover over each one, trying to decide the best way to start things. Jordan came closer, her arms crossed as she stared down at everything. My gaze locked with hers, and there was a hint of challenge as she stared back. Without breaking contact, she reached down and picked up some special pliers that had been used for the removal of teeth, nails, the occasional nut, and whatever else I could pull off with them.
I arched a brow as she placed the pliers in my hand.
“Why don’t you start with those fake ass nails of hers? Bet she screams like a baby.”
I stared, waiting to see if she was joking, or expected me to back down. Instead, she gave me a shooing motion. Was she for fucking real? I didn’t like feeling as if my world had been turned upside down, but that’s what was happening. I glanced at her again before I got to work. She didn’t so much as flinch or try to intervene. Rachel screamed and cried as I pulled off her nails.
“Do you know why you’re here?” Jordan asked her.
Rachel blubbered and didn’t say anything.
“You sold me out, bitch,” Jordan said. “Did you honestly think no one would find out? What? You thought when I was gone Havoc would come back to you?”
“He was s-supposed to b-be mine,” Rachel said, snot starting to run down her face with the tears.
“He was never yours,” Jordan said. “You’re a weak, pathetic excuse of a human being.”
