Bad Boys of Romance - a Biker Anthology (44 page)

            
 “
Sir, what is the matter here
?
” she asked a guy who was glaring at a woman sitting on her own.

             
His angry eyes shifted to Carla, and he jerked his thumb at the lone woman.
 “
This dyke is making my woman uncomfortable by staring at her, and
I’
ve had enough
.
”

             
The lone woman stood up, anger etched on her face also, but before she could respond, Carla spoke.
 “
I think i
t’
s pretty damn rude of you to use language like that
,
” she said to the guy.

            
 “
I do
n’
t give a shit what you think, bitch.  I just want this fucking lesbian to take her eyes off my woman
.
”

             
This dickhead had overstepped all boundaries now, and I took a step toward them, ready to kick his ass.  Carla kept talking, impressing the shit out of me.
 “
Number one, you do
n’
t call me a bitch and get away with it asshole.  Number two, you do
n’
t disslesbians and get away with it.  And number three, did you ever stop to consider that perhaps this lady was
n’
t looking at your woman?  Perhaps she was looking past your woman
.
”

             
The woman he was referring to as a lesbian piped up.
 “
Thanks babe, but I can stand up for myself
,
” she said to Carla, and then looked at the asshole
,“
I was
n’
t looking at your woman, I was actually checking out the chick behind her, dude.  Your woman is
n’
t my type
.
”

             
Carla grinned.
 “
Great
.
”
 
She turned to the guy.
 “
So you can sit your judgementalass down now and leave this lady in peace
.
”

             
He glared at her.
 “
Not before I complain to your boss
,
” he threatened.

             
Carla waved her hand in the air at him.
 “
Do what the fuck you want, dickhead.  If he listens to you, then h
e’
s not the kind of man I want to work for anyway
.
”

             
With that she turned and headed over to where I was.  She did
n’
t look happy.

            
 “I’
ll probably get fired for that
,
” she said, dropping her head down and shaking it before looking back up at me.  Tiredness lurked in her eyes.

            
 “
Maybe yo
u’
d be better off not working for him if he fires you over that
.
”

             
Nodding, she agreed.
 “
Only problem is that I need the money
.
”

             
I shrugged.
 “I’
m sure you could get another waitressing gig
.
”

             
Her lips pursed together, and she sighed.  Running her hand through her hair, she asked
,“
Why does life have to be so damn hard sometimes
?
”

             
Before I could answer that, her boss bellowed out
,“
Carla!  My office now
.
”

            
 “
Fuck
,
” she muttered, and then added
,“
Yep, h
e’
s gonnaget rid of me. 
I’
ll see you in a minute
.
”
 
And then she was gone.

             
I figured she knew what she was on about so I walked outside to wait for her.  She did
n’
t take long, joining me a couple of minutes later.  Disappointment was clear on her face as she said
,“
Get me out of here, Havoc.  Take me far, far away
.
”

             
In that moment, years of me erecting barriers to people were washed away.  I did
n’
t want any fucker getting close to me anymore; did
n’
t want them to have any power over me and I certainly did
n’
t want to help them deal with the shit in their lives.  After wanting it all in life, and losing everything
I’
d worked hard for years ago, all I wanted these days was the shirt on my back and my bike.  And yet, Carla standing before me, with a wearied and beaten aura to her, was ripping my barriers down.

             
Against all my better judgements, and against the voice screaming out no in my mind, I nodded, got on my bike and told her to get on behind me.  Pulling her hands around my waist tight, I said
,‘
Hope yo
u’
re up for a long ride, darli
n
’ because tha
t’
s the only way I know to get rid of the shit in your head
.
”

Chapter Seven

Carla

             
W
e’
d been riding for probably close to an hour and a half when Havoc pulled off the road and cut the engine.  We were somewhere in the Sunshine Coast hinterland, and the cafe h
e’
d stopped at looking inviting.  I was a little cold because I had
n’
t dressed for the cooler air in the mountains, and the warmth that hit me as we entered was welcome.

            
 “
What do you want to drink
?
” Havoc asked.

            
 “
Coffee, white with one please.  And cake.  I need cake
.
”
 
I was firm.  Cake always made me feel better.

             
He chuckled.
 “
What kind of cake, babe
?
”

             
I licked my lips thinking about it.
 “
White chocolate mud cake if they have it.  But if not, anything will do so long as there are no sultanas or fruit in it
.
”
 
I pointed at him sternly.
 “
If you bring me back fruit cake of any kind, there will be hell to pay
.
”

             
His face broke out in a huge grin and my stomach did somersaults. 
I’
d never seen Havoc smile.  Not once.  In fact, until just now,
I’
d never heard him laugh or even chuckle.  I liked it; a lot.  He turned me around and smacked me on the ass before placing his hands on my shoulders and whispering in my ear
,“
Go and sit this gorgeous ass down and I will bring you cake that does
n’
t contain any fucki
n
’ fruit.  Trust me sweetheart, the last thing I want to do is incur your wrath
.
”

             
Warmth spread through me.  This was a side of Havoc that I really liked.  I did what he said, and checked out the cafe while I waited patiently for him.  It was a country style cafe with lots of wood, and a pot belly fire burning in the corner.  No wonder it was so warm in here.  Nearly every table was occupied and people were laughing and enjoying themselves.  The staff seemed chirpy too.  I bet they had a brilliant boss. 

             
Just as I was about to wallow in self pityabout the turn my life had taken this week, Havoc pulled up a seat and sat with me.  I looked at him, and enjoyed the thrill that run through me at the sight.
 “
Fuck, yo
u’
re gorgeous
,
” I said, the words spilling out of me before I could censor them.  Censoring and medid
n’
t really go hand in hand so I was used to saying shit I should
n’
t, and did
n’
t get embarrassed that
I’
d just said that to him.

             
He laid a sexy grin on me.
 “
You just say what yo
u’
re thinking, do
n’
t you
?
”

             
I shrugged.
 “
Yeah, one of my many good traits
,
” I said with a wink.

             
His grin turned into a laugh.
 “I’
d have to agree with you there, babe.  Nothing sexier than a woman who knows what she believes and is
n’
t afraid to say it
.
”

             
I leant forward, and asked
,“
What cake did you get me
?
”

            
 “
Well it sure as shit was
n’
t fruit cake, but I think
I’
ll make you wait until they bring it out
.
”

            
 “
Yo
u’
re playing with me now, are
n’
t you
?
”

            
 “
Maybe
,
” he agreed, and then leant forward too, and added
,“
Playing with you is fast becoming one of my favouriteactivities
.
”

             
Fuck.
  Talk about desire hitting all points in my body at once.  This man had it going on, and I was sure I might burst into flames from the heat surrounding us.

             
I gathered my wits and then said
,“
Yo
u’
re a smooth talker, Havoc.  I bet you have no trouble scoring wherever you go
.
”

             
He shifted back in his chair, his gaze stuck on mine.  The depth in his eyes got to me; Havoc was not a shallow man, of this I was sure.  He nodded slowly, contemplating what
I’
d said.
 “
Yo
u’
re right,I have no trouble in that department.  But babe, I do
n’
t say yes very often
.
”

             
I was
n’
t able to hide my surprise.
 “
What?  You knock back sex
?
”

            
 “
Yeah
.
”

             
I settled into my chair, enjoying this conversation because it was giving me a small glimpse at who he was.
 “
Okay, so how often do you have sex
?
”

            
 “
I do
n’
t fucki
n
’ count it, Carla.  My point is that it takes a lot for a woman to interest me.  I do
n’
t just fuck someone because the
y’
ve got a good set of tits or a hot ass.  There has to be something more for me; something to the woman
.
”

             
I let his words settle over me and soaked them in.  Because what h
e’
d just given me was a huge compliment.  It made me feel good about myself, and that was something I desperately needed after this week.

             
While I was processing that, he changed the subject.
 “
Tell me why yo
u’
re so down
.
”

             
I expelled a long breath.
 “
Do we have to talk about me
?
” I asked.
 “I’
d rather talk about you.  Tha
t’
s so much more interesting
.
”

             
The waitress brought our coffee and cake at that moment, and I smiled at him when I saw what h
e’
d ordered.
 “
Wow, and you project such a badass image, Havoc.  Who would have thought
?
”
 
H
e’
d ordered me a small piece of every type of cake they had except for fruit cake.  There must have been six different mini cakes sitting in front of me.

            
 “
Shut up and eat, woman
,
” he muttered, clearly uncomfortable with my backhanded compliment.

             
I laughed, but did as he said.  My mind was spinning in a million different directions.  H
e’
d managed to confuse me all over again. 
I’
d kind of been relieved when his ex hadturned up this morning. 
I’
d thought it was a woman he had something going on with and that thought helped me at the time to make a decision to cut and run.  It was the decision
I’
d been trying to make where he was concerned, but
I’
d been having trouble making it.  Now that I knew who she was, and now that h
e’
d treated me to this other side of him, I was back to being confused.

             
We ate and drank in silence for a few moments.  The cakes were so damn good, and I devoured them pretty quickly.  He smirked at that, and said
,“
I take it they were good
.
”

             
As I finished the last piece, I looked up at him, and answered
,“
They were divine.  This cafe needs to be added to my favouriteplaces to visit list.  Thank you
.
”

            
 “
Now you owe me
.
”

             
I raised my eyebrows.
 “
I can only imagine how you plan to exact payment
.
”

             
Pinning me with his stare, he said
,“
As payment, I want to hear wha
t’
s causing you grief
.
”

             
I took a deep breath.
 “
Fine.  If you must know, I failed my semester at college, so when you add that to the fact I lost my job,i
t’
s been a shit week
.
”

            
 “
The teacher you refused to sleep with, did actually fail you
?
”

            
 “
Yes
.
”

             
His face clouded over with anger.
 “
Wha
t’
s his name
?
”

             
I did
n’
t know Havoc well, but I knew it would be a bad idea to give him my teache
r’
s name.  Nash would just hurt him a little if I let him loose on the guy; I hazarded a guess that Havoc would do a lot worse than that.  If the club sent him to take care of problems, I could only imagine what that entailed.

             
Shaking my head, I said
,“
No,
I’
m not giving you that
.
”

             
I watched as his chest rose and fell in a pissed off, jerky movement.  It appeared as if he was fighting to control his anger.
 “I’
ll get that name, sweetheart.  I
t’
d just be a lot easier if you gave it to me
.
”

             
Now I was getting angry.
 “
No, Havoc, I do
n’
t need you to fight my battles.  Do not pursue this
.
”
 
My voice was firm, but I doubted he was the kind of man to listen.

            
 “
That asshole needs to learn a lesson.  Manipulating women into sex is disgusting.  I hope yo
u’
ve reported him
.
”

             
There was no way he was letting this go; I knew that in my gut.
 “
Havoc,
I’
m being deadly serious when I say I do
n’
t want you anywhere near this. 
I’
ll get my brother to sort him out
.
”

             
He stood abruptly.
 “
We need to go
,
” he commanded in that domineering voice of his that I hated to love.

             
Without waiting for me, he stalked out to his bike.  I followed him, annoyed.  When I caught up with him, I demanded to know
,“
What the hel
l’
s gotten into you?  I still had coffee to drink
.
”

             
Pulling me close, he rasped
,“
Listening to you try to boss me around turns me way the fuck on.  And, babe, what I want to do to you will give you more fucki
n
’ pleasure than coffee, but if you still want coffee once
I’
m finished,
I’
ll damn well go out and buy it for you
.
”
 
He stopped for a moment and stared at me.
 “
Now, are we good to go
?
”