Bad Boys of Romance - a Biker Anthology (40 page)

             
I started walking outside when a familiar laugh slammed into me, jolting my senses.  The woman it belonged to was a woman I did not want to see, but her voice rang out as she caught sight of me.
 “
Havoc
,
” she called out to me, and I heard the tap of her heels across the floor as she came closer.

             
For fuc
k’
s sake, why could
n’
t I have some peace and fucking quiet in my life?

             
Her hand landed on my shoulder, and I spun around and shrugged it off.  My hard glare landed on her.
 “
Do
n’
t fucki
n
’ touch me, bitch
,
” I snarled.

             
She flinched, but quickly recovered.
 “
Baby, I did
n’
t know you were back
,
” she said in that breathy voice of hers; the voice that used to make my dick jump to attention but now made it want to shrivel up and pretend she did
n’
t exist.

             
I shoved my angry face in her personal space.
 “
Le
t’
s get one fucki
n
’ thing straight, Kelly. 
I’
m not your fucki
n
’ baby, so cut that shit right now
.
”

            
 “
Ther
e’
s no need to be such a bastard
,
” she complained, still trying to move closer to me.

             
I reached out and gripped her shoulder, halting her progress towards me.
 “
Stop whatever the fuck it is that yo
u’
re doing, and leave me the fuck alone.  We have
n’
t been together for two years, and if you think
I’
d ever go there with you again, you are seriously mistaken.  You fucked
me
over, remember
?
”

             
Her eyes widened, and she took a step away from me.  But it was clear she had
n’
t expected that reaction from me.  Probably because for the five years w
e’
d been together, sh
e’
d had me wrapped around her little fucking finger.  Her voice was soft when she spoke.
 “
I made a mistake, Havoc, and I know that now.  Let me show you how sorry I am
.
”

             
I raked my fingers through my hair as I felt the tension punch through my body.  She was a piece of fucking work.
 “
Letting you show me anything is the furthest thing from my mind. 
I’
m leaving now, and
I’
m telling you for the first and the last time,do
n’
t fucki
n
’ come near me again.  Yo
u’
ve no fucki
n
’ idea how close I am to losing it with you, and I can promise you, that is something neither of us want to happen
.
”

             
I turned to leave the club and was relieved she did
n’
t follow.  Sh
e’
d managed to drag me closer to the edge where I lived; the edge that threatened to rip every last piece of sanity from me if I stumbled over it.  I lived precariously on that edge, but now, after seeing her, I needed to get my shit under control so I could find my way back from it.

             
Fuck.

Chapter 3

Carla

             
I stared at my teacher in alarm.  H
e’
d just given me the choice between sleeping with him orfailing my subject. And I had to decide now, right this moment, because he had to report my grade for this semester tomorrow.
 “
Yo
u’
re fucking kidding me, right
?
” I demanded to know as my mind flicked through options.  Surely he could
n’
t get away with this.

             
He leant back against his table, and gave me a creepy smile.
 “
I never kid, Carla
,
” he answered me, smoothly.  In that instant, I knew h
e’
d done this before, probably many times and gotten away with it.  There was just something about his demeanour, and the confidence with which he spoke.

             
Shit
.  I was far from a prude, but I was
n’
t the type of woman to sleep my way to anything.  And I knew there was no way in hell I would ever give my body to this prick.  I made my decision.
 “
Fail me if you must;
I’
m not fucking you, asshole
,
” I snapped.  Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I made him a promise.
 “
If you do fail me though, just know that I wo
n’
t let it rest.  I will find a way to fuck you over
.
”

             
He laughed.
 “I’
m shaking in my boots, baby
.
”

            
 “
Yeah, well you should be.  Yo
u’
ve no idea what connections I have
,
” I muttered as I walked out of his classroom.

             
He yelled out after me
,“
What,are you friends with the local gang or something
?
” he made fun of me.

             
I gave him one last filthy glare.
 “
No, you fucking prick, worse than tha
t…
a lot fucking worse
.
” 

             
I did
n’
t wait for his response before I stalked out of the room.  My blood was boiling at the audacity of his demand, and I had to get out of there before I punched him.  As I walked to my car, my mind was conjuring up all the ways I could inflict harm on his body.  Just because I was a female did
n’
t mean I could
n’
t make him hurt; I damn well could because my brother had taught me how. 

            
 “
Fucker
,
” I muttered to myself as I opened my car door and slid into the seat.  Shit, h
e’
d really riled me up.  If he did fail me, I would make good on my threat to fuck him up.  Passing my fashion design course was a major part of my life plan, and I was almost finished it; to fail a semester would mean extra time and money, and that time and money was
n’
t in my fucking plan.

             
I shoved the gear stick into reverse and squealed out of the carpark.  Ten minutes later I was stuck in bloody bumper to bumper traffic. 
Shit.
  I did
n’
t have time for this today; I had to be at work in an hour.  My waitressing job paid for my course, and
I’
d missed a lot of shifts lately so I could spend time studying.  My boss was getting shitty with me about it, and I sensed that if I missed too many more, he would start looking for staff to replace me.  So this traffic was the last thing I needed, and after my run in with my teacher, it only served to put me in a worse mood. 

             
I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel and searched for good music on the radio.  Shit, all three stations I tried were playing shit music and I turned it off in disgust.  I really needed to get my CD player fixed in my car, but it was an old bomb of a car so I was loatheto spend money on it.  And besides, it was money I did
n’
t really have.

             
A loud honk caught my attention. 
I’
d been so engrossed in my search for music that I had
n’
t noticed the ute in front had moved.  My eyes flicked to the driver behind, and I gave him the finger.  Sure I had
n’
t moved forward, but hell, it was
n’
t like
I’
d be moving very far.  God, I hated impatient drivers.

             
I inched my car forward, and then sat idling again waiting for the traffic to move.  My gaze flicked to the clock.  Shit, I really was going to be late if we did
n’
t start moving faster.  As I was contemplating this, my phone rang, and I reached to check who it was.  I had no intention of answering it while driving, but in this traffic it could
n’
t hurt to see who it was. 

             
Fuck, it was my boss.  I dropped it back onto the seat next to me, and commenced panicking.  And then the asshole behind me honked again.  Jesus fucking Christ!  I looked in the rear view mirror at him again.  He was making rude hand gestures at me so I flipped him the bird again, and at the same time, I pressed my foot to the pedal.  I did
n’
t mean to press it hard but my foot slipped and I jerked forward and hit the ute in front.

             
Fuck me! 

             
This was so not my fucking day!  I sat still for a moment waiting to see what the driver would do.  When he left his uteand began heading in my direction, my belly began fluttering.  He was built, and damn he was sexy.  I could
n’
t make out his face due to the glare from the afternoon sun, but the rest of him had me drooling.  But he was pissed off; his body language screamed that at me.  When he got to my door, I finally managed a good look at him, and my belly did more than flutter; the sensations in it began ricocheting through me, causing me to feel things I did not want to be feeling in this moment.

             
Havoc.

             
Tall, olive skin, unruly dark hair, inked muscles to die for.  It was the guy
I’
d slept with a couple of weeks ago.  The guy wh
o’
d fulfilled his promise and brought heaven to my fucking door.

            
 “
What the fuck
?
” were the first words out of his mouth.  Then he squintedhis eyes, and dropped his face down to look at me through the window.
 “
Carla
?
”

             
Had to give him points for remembering my name.
 “
Yeah.  Ah, sorry about that
,
” I offered an apology he was
n’
t likely to accept, going by his pissed off state. 

             
He held onto his angry glare.
 “
How the hell does someone have a fucki
n
’ car accident in this kind of traffic
?
”

             
I scrambled to offer an explanation.
 “
It was the guy behind m
e’
sfault.  He was honking at me and giving me the finger
.
”

             
He shook his head once, in
a‘
I ca
n’
t fuckingbelieve what
I’
m hearin
g
’ gesture.
 “
So it was his fault that your foot hit the accelerator
?
”

             
I did
n’
t like the tone he was taking with me.  Sure, I was at fault here, but there was no need for his attitude.  I tried to open the door but he was blocking it.  I eyed him.
 “
Can you move so I can open the door
?
”

            
 “
What the fuck for
?
”
 
He continued to lean against the door, eyeing me through the window.  And I had
n’
t failed to notice his gaze roaming over my chest.

            
 “
Because I want to get out to talkto you
.
”

             
The driver behind honked again, multiple times.  Havoc scowled before straightening and glaring at the driver.  I took the opportunity to open the door and get out.  Another honk came from behind and Havoc stalked to the other car.  I watched as he had words with the driver; angry words by the look of it.  And then I watched as he stalked back to me.  He was wearing jeans that hugged his legs, and a grey t-shirt that almost hugged his chest.  I could
n’
t help but stare.  I knew that body, and I knew what it was capable of giving me.

             
Shit, get yourself together, Carla.
  The last thing I needed was to be wantingthis man again.  W
e’
d had our night together, and tha
t’
s all it would ever be.  I did
n’
t have a biker in my life plan.  No, my plan involved stability; not a man who raised his middle finger at society. 

            
 “
Get back in your car, Carla.  W
e’
re done here, but you need to be more careful
,
” he muttered, treating me like a fucking child.

            
 “
W
e’
re not finished here, Havoc.  We need to swap details for the insurance
.
”
 
I stood my ground, not letting his dismissive attitude scare me off.

            
 “
No need, I wo
n’
t be claiming it
.
”

             
I raised my eyebrows at him.  I actually had no idea how insurance companies worked because
I’
d never had an accident, but his attitude made me pursue this.  No fucking way was I giving in now.  He was treating me like the little woman and I was
n’
t having a bar of it.
 “
Well I might be, so give me your details anyway
,
” I said.

             
His gaze flicked to my car; my old as fuck bomb of a car.  When he shifted his gaze back to me, and spoke, he failed to hide his amusement.
 “
Seriously?  Yo
u’
ve got insurance on this
?
”

             
I placed my hands on my hips.
 “
Yes, I do.  Now give me your goddamn details
,
” I snapped.

             
It was his turn to raise his brows at me, and then he slowly nodded.
 “
You got a pen?  Paper
?
”

            
 “
Yes
,
” I said, and reached into my car to retrieve them.

             
A couple of minutes later, w
e’
d exchanged details, and he gave me one last look before leaving.  It was the kind of look that gave a woman goosebumps; good goosebumps,and it did
n’
t fail to cause that reaction in me.  He was still annoyed, but something else seemed to be passing between us as well now; a sexy something that curled itself deliciously around me, and begged me to pursue it.  But I refused.  And I let him go without another word.

             
Fuck. 
H
e’
d left me with a need I could
n’
t get filled anywhere else.  It was a need that only one man
I’
d ever been with had been able to fill.  And that man was him.  Fuck, this really was a shit day.