Havoc (Devil's Boneyard MC 3)

by Harley Wylde

  I moved in closer and slowly reached for the knife, wrapping my hand around hers.

  “Baby, give me the knife.”

  She glared at me. “I’m still fucking pissed at you.”

  “Be pissed at me all you want, but you kill Silva in front of all these people and you’ll go to jail. You won’t like a Colombian prison, baby. And just to make sure that didn’t happen, I’d have to kill everyone here. That’s a lot of blood.”

  She snorted.

  “Come on, Jordan. Let me have the knife.”

  “He’s whoring women out?” Venom asked, as he led a group of frightened females into the ring. “Shit, this one barely looks legal.”

  “She’s fifteen,” one of them said.

  Oh fucking hell. Jordan took one look at the poor girl who seemed like she was already dead inside, and before I could stop her, she shoved the blade right through Silva’s crotch. He fell to the mat, bleeding and grabbing at his dick, the blade still clutched in Jordan’s hand.

  “Well, that’s one way to handle the problem,” Venom said. “Now what do we do with all these witnesses and these women?”

  “Take the women home,” Jordan said. “The clubs can take care of them, give them a fighting chance.”

  “Take them home,” Phantom said slowly.

  Jordan locked her gaze on Cinder. “Congratulations. You’re a daddy.”

  “Jordan,” Cinder said with a warning tone in his voice.

  She pointed at the fifteen-year-old girl. “You going to leave her here? I don’t give a shit what your past is, but you have the means to take care of her and give her a decent life.”

  “I’ll take her,” Grizzly said, stepping closer to the mat. “My Adalia is all grown up and married. I have plenty of room at home for her. She’ll get everything she needs, including counseling if that’s what she wants.”

  Jordan nodded then glared at Cinder, who just glared back

  Great. My woman was going to start a war with my President.

  “Baby, can you drop the knife now?” I asked.

  She tossed it aside then folded her arms over her chest. “I want to go home, but not until you shower. And so help me, if I find out you touched any of those women…”

  “He didn’t,” Letti said. “He refused each of us, even though Silva kept trying. I think he wanted a way to put a leash on your man. Something to hold over him.”

  Jordan growled then jammed her boot heel into Silva’s already bleeding crotch, making the man howl in agony. “Let him bleed the fuck out.”

  Four Colombian police officers stepped up to Silva, then eyed Jordan. She lifted her chin, but I could see the tremor in her hand. She was brave, but she didn’t want to go back to prison, not even for defending me. And I wasn’t about to let that fucking happen.

  Cinder tossed them a duffle. “Fifty grand each to look the other way and let us leave the country.”

  One of them grinned and unzipped the bag. After showing the contents to the other three, he nodded.

  “You’re free to go. Mr. Silva had an unfortunate accident. A drug deal gone wrong.”

  “And the women?” Jordan asked, pointing to them. “They’re going with us. I don’t give a shit about paperwork. Make it happen.”

  The officer eyed her. “Of course. You are unarmed, correct?”

  “For now,” she said.

  “Take her home,” the officer said then looked at me. “And don’t ever bring her back to Colombia.”

  “Like I want to come back to this hellhole,” she muttered as she left the ring.

  I caught up to her and grabbed her hand.

  “There’s a bathroom on the plane,” Cinder said. “You can get cleaned up when we’re on board.”

  “My cut is upstairs,” I said.

  “I’ll get it,” Phantom said. “And something clean for you to wear.”

  “I’ll help,” Letti said, her eyes locked on Phantom like he was the last piece of candy on earth. Huh. That could be interesting.

  “Does this mean I’m free to return to France?” Andre asked.

  I looked at the officers. “He’s with me. Consider him included in your fee.”

  Several black Hummers were parked outside and Jordan pulled me into one of them. She kept her distance, but I thought that might have more to do with the blood on me than anything else. Slowly, I reached over and took her hand. And that’s all it took for the dam to break. She sobbed so damn hard I worried she’d make herself sick, and then she was in my arms, neither of us caring about the blood and sweat anymore.

  “I’m so fucking sorry, baby. I should have never left the way I did,” I said, kissing her hard.

  “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

  “I won’t. You’ll know my every move from now on.”

  She cried against my shoulder as she straddled my lap. I held her all the way to the airstrip and carried her onto the plane. Leading her into the bathroom with me, which was much larger than I’d expected, I got both of us clean. Then I held her the entire way back to the States, and didn’t let go until we reached our house.

  Being without her had been the worst pain I’d ever suffered, and my heart broke when I realized how much she’d hurt while I was gone. I should have been there when she found out she was pregnant, should have been by her side every fucking night. No matter what it took, I’d make sure that happened in the future. Taking risks was part of my job, but I’d be smarter about it. I had a family to think about, a woman and kid who depended on me. I wouldn’t fuck up again.

  Epilogue

  Havoc

  Two Months Later

  I’d slowly settled back into my life since being home again. Things were great with Jordan, and I loved watching my kid grow inside of her. She was showing, and rubbing her baby bump was one of my favorite obsessions. I hadn’t exactly mellowed and still did my job as Sergeant at Arms, but I also made sure I told Jordan I loved her every chance I had, and let her know where I was going when I left the house. I drew the line, though, when she’d asked if she could chip me like a damn pet.

  Clarity and Josie had distracted her today while I got a special dinner set up for the two of us. Some of the women we’d rescued in Colombia were here, and it had turned out several were US citizens already. Paperwork was being handled for the others courtesy of Shade and Wire. One of the rescued women had cooked everything as a thank you for saving her, and she’d helped me decorate the house. The kitchen table had a tablecloth covering it with lit candles, two meals that looked really damn good, and I’d set up candles in the bedroom just in case things went as well as I was anticipating.

  I heard the front door open and shut, then Jordan’s boots clicked on the floor until she stopped in the kitchen doorway.

  “What’s all this?” she asked.

  “Just wanted to have a nice dinner with you.”

  She eyed me like she didn’t believe a word I said, but she took a seat when I pulled out a chair for her. I started to sit across from her but decided to just go ahead and bite the bullet.

  I dropped to one knee and she froze. “Ryan, what are you doing?”

  I pulled the ring box from my pocket. “Jordan, I have an important question to ask you.”

  She looked at the ring box like it was a poisonous snake. “It’s not necessary for you to do this.”

  “I know it’s not, but I want to. I love you, Jordan. You’re everything to me, you and our kid. I want us to officially be a family. Not just in the eyes of the club, but I want it on paper that you belong to me and I belong to you. Will you marry me?”

  “Ryan, I…” She snapped her mouth shut. “Are you sure about this?”

  “Positive.”

  I took the ring from the box and slid it onto her finger. Her eyes misted with tears and then she flung her arms around my neck.

  “I take it this means yes?” I asked, trying not to laugh.

  “Yes, you idiot.”

  She kissed me long and hard, then I
pulled away, determined we were going to have a nice dinner and then we’d celebrate later. I’d had a hard time keeping my hands off her since I’d gotten home, and I wanted to make sure she knew our relationship wasn’t purely based on sex, even though that part was pretty awesome.

  “Did you make this?” she asked.

  “Uh, no. Meg made it,” I said. “She helped me set all this up.”

  “How she’s settling in?” Jordan asked. “Is she sure she doesn’t want to go home?”

  “All the women have refused to return to their homes for one reason or another. When they’re ready, Cinder will help them find homes and jobs outside the compound. For now, they’re welcome to stay as long as they need.”

  She nodded and took a bite of her food, her eyes closing in bliss. “Maybe we can keep Meg a while.”

  I laughed and then groaned as I ate my food. Jordan wasn’t wrong. This was fucking fantastic. I tried to keep up a stream of conversation as we demolished the food on our plates, but I think we were both thinking about the same thing. Both of us naked.

  The second she popped the last bite of food into her mouth, I hauled her out of her chair and carried her to the bedroom. I had us stripped and in the bed in no time. She giggled as my weight settled over her, even though I tried hard not to press against her growing belly. I didn’t have all the muscle mass I’d gained in South America, but I still had enough of it that I dwarfed her. She’d always been small, but she seemed more fragile now. Not that I would tell her that. I valued my balls.

  “Make love to me, Ryan,” she said softly.

  “I want to taste every inch of you, spend hours worshiping your body.”

  She reached between us and wrapped her hand around my cock. “Or you could just take me now and play later.”

  I smiled down at her. “Whatever my baby wants.”

  I sank into her, holding her gaze. I could see her love for me, and I felt my heart warm even more. This tiny, kickass woman completely owned me. I made love to her slowly, savoring every second of our time together. Her pussy clasped me tight as I thrust deep. Her breasts were bigger than before, and I’d discovered her nipples were more sensitive. I leaned down and took one into my mouth, licking the hard point then gently biting down.

  “Ryan!” she screamed as she came, her pussy trying to milk me dry, but I wasn’t done with her yet.

  I took her harder, faster. As I drove into her, I licked and teased her other nipple, making her come twice more. She was so fucking hot and wet, and I knew I couldn’t hold on much longer. As jet after jet of cum filled her, I roared out my release, pressing my hips tight to hers.

  She’d once asked if I’d done that as a way to knock her up, and it might have started that way. Now I just wanted to be inside of her as long as possible. I always felt connected to her, but in these moments, I felt like we were closer than ever, and not just physically.

  “I love you,” she said softly. “So damn much.”

  “I love you too.”

  “Ryan, I…” A tear slipped down her cheek and my heart damn near stopped. My Jordan didn’t cry easily.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  “No.” She shook her head and laughed a little, wiping away her tears. “I’m just so happy. I never thought I’d find someone like you, never thought I’d have love or a family. You’ve given me so much.”

  “No, baby. You’re the one who’s given me everything. How many men can say their woman would literally kill for them? Much less track them down in another country?” I smoothed her hair back from her face. “You are the most beautiful, courageous, strongest woman I’ve ever met. And I’m so damn lucky I get to call you mine. I’m never letting you go.”

  “Good.” She placed her hand on my chest right over my heart. “As long as I have you, that’s all I need. You’re my entire world, Ryan. Don’t ever leave me again.”

  I kissed her slow and tender. “I won’t. Promise. You’re stuck with me. Forever.”

  “Forever isn’t long enough, but I’ll take it.”

  I rolled to my side and wrapped my arms around her. I didn’t know how I’d managed to find the most perfect woman, but I’d never take her for granted. I’d cherish her every day for the rest of my life, her and our child. I’d been existing before, having fun but not having true meaning to my life. She’d given me that, and so much more. I was a lucky bastard and I knew it. Putting my hand on her belly, I hoped that our baby would be just as amazing as their mother. And God help me if it was a girl because I didn’t know if I had the strength to keep with Jordan and a mini-Jordan. They might send me to an early grave.

  “What are you thinking?” she asked, sounding drowsy.

  “That if we have a daughter and she’s like you, I may not survive.”

  She laughed softly and snuggled closer. “You’ll do just fine, daddy. Besides, you have an entire club to help keep her in line. Several, actually.”

  She wasn’t wrong. Devil’s Boneyard had my back, and I knew Devil’s Fury, Dixie Reapers, and Hades Abyss would be there if we needed them. Whatever life threw at us next, we’d handle it. Together.

  Harley Wylde

  International bestselling author.

  Short. Erotic. Sweet. Harley’s other half would probably say those words describe her, but they also describe her books. When Harley is writing, her motto is the hotter the better. Off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place.

  Harley Wylde is the “wilder” side of award-winning author Jessica Coulter Smith. For fans of Gay Romance, Harley/Jessica also writes as Dulce Dennison.

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