Bad Boys of Romance - a Biker Anthology (45 page)

             
Damn, I liked the way he thought.
 “
Yes, Havoc, w
e’
re good to go
.
”

Chapter Eight

Havoc

             
It had been four days since Dad came home from hospital and he was finally starting to get on my nerves.  This was how our relationship had always been though, so
I’
d been waiting for it.  He was feeling better so there was a plus.  The doctors had given him a stent and I was hoping there would
n’
t be a repeat of this because coming home to stay for an extended time was
n’
t high on my list of things to look forward to.

             
On the other hand, coming back to Brisbane meant seeing Carla again and that ranked highly on my list.  Sex with her was the best sex
I’
d ever had, and
I’
d miss it when I left.  Yvette had asked me last night if I would housesit for her in a month and sh
e’
d been shocked as shit when I said yes without even thinking it through.  I was
n’
t kidding myself though; the only reason
I’
d agreed so quickly was Carla.

             
I was helping Dad sort out his medication when my phone rang.  Checking caller ID, I was surprised to see it was King calling.  The President of Sydney Storm.  Not a man I dealt with often, but when he called, I answered.

            
 “
King
,
” I said into the phone, leaving Dad to his medicine.  This was
n’
t a call he needed to hear.  The kind of jobs King called on me for were
n’
t jobs anyone needed to know about.

            
 “
Havoc.  Got a problem and we need you to take care of it
.
”

            
 “
Figured, brother.  Where
?
”

            
 “
Sydney.  I
t’
s that idiot you dealt with two weeks ago
.
”

            
 “
What?  He owes you more money
?
”

            
 “
No, turns out the asshole iscousins with one of our suppliers and his cousin is threatening to cut us off.  I
t’
s Jackson Jones.  The boys tell me you know him well so I thought you might be able to help us out
.
”

             
I did know Jackson.  Psycho drug dealer.
 “
Fuck, King.  Jackso
n’
s a crazy motherfucker
.
”

             
He sighed.
 “
Yo
u’
re telling me, brother.  Can you be here in a couple of days or sooner
?
”

            
 “
Yeah,
I’
ll leave tonight, and ride straight through.  See you tomorrow
.
”

            
 “
Good
,
” he said, and hung up.

             
I shoved my phone in my pocket, and then pulled it straight back out to send Carla a text.

             
Me:  You home?

             
Carla:  Yeah.

             
Me:  See you in an hour.

             
Carla:  Fuck yeah.

             
I smiled and put my phone back away, not sure I could last an hour.  The bulge that seemed to live in my pants these days might well cause me to head over sooner.

****

Carla

            
 “
Carla
!
”
 
Nash yelled out from the front door.

             
Bloody hell, I had the headache of all headaches, and his yelling was only going to make it worse.  Velvet and I had gone out drinking last night, and
I’
d ended up with a hangover this morning.  Thankfully it had eased somewhat but the headache still lingered.

             
I did
n’
t bother answering him; h
e’
d find me.

             
A minute later, he appeared in the kitchen, a scowl covering his face.  I frowned.
 “
Wha
t’
s wrong
?
”

            
 “
Havoc fucki
n
’ Caldwell.  Tha
t’
s wha
t’
s wrong
,
” he thundered.

             
Shit
.  I figured h
e’
d be pissed when he found out, and hence I had
n’
t told him, but the anger rolling off him was far worse than
I’
d imagined.  I put down the dish I was washing up, and gave him my full attention.
 “
He told you
?
”

            
 “
No he fucki
n
’ did
n’
t.  Velvet spilled it by accident when she got home pissed last night.  Yo
u’
ve got no clue who yo
u’
re dealing with there, and you need to call whatever it is yo
u’
ve got going, off
.
”

             
I raised my brows.
 “
Oh, really?  Do I?  And what gives you the right to dictate to me how to live my life
?
”
 
This was a common argument with us; Nash had spent my entire life telling me how to live it and I was sick of it.

             
He jabbed a finger in the air at me.
 “
I know Havoc, and I know he is not the man for you.  Fuck, Carla, how the hell did you even get messed up with him
?
”

            
 “
I met him at a bar.  The rest is history
.
”
 
I was
n’
t going to detail it for him.

            
 “
And so yo
u’
re dating him now?  I did
n’
t think Havoc was the kind of man to date after all the shit that went down with his ex
.
”

             
I was clueless about his ex; it was
n’
t something w
e’
d ever discussed.  It was
n’
t something I was interested to know.  And we sure as hell were
n’
t dating.
 “
Nash, w
e’
re not dating, i
t’
s just sex
.
”

             
His eyes were wild.
 “
Good.  So you will stop seeing him then
?
”

            
 “
Give me one good reason why I should
,
” I challenged him even though I really had no intention of giving up sex with Havoc; it was too damn good to give it up.             

             
He glared at me.  It looked like he was weighing something up in his mind.
 “
Havoc would kill you without even thinking twice about it.  I
t’
s not safe for you to be around him
.
”

             
I should have felt shock.  His words should have scared the shit out of me, but they did
n’
t. 
I’
d sensed that about Havoc; knew there was something dark lurking inside him.  And yet, I was
n’
t scared by him.  I felt the opposite when I was with him.  I felt safe.

             
The world stilled as I locked eyes with my brother.  We were about to take part in the biggest battle w
e’
d ever had.  I was
n’
t giving Havoc up; not yet.  Eventually I would, when he left town, but not until then.
 “I’
m not going to stop seeing him, Nash
,
” I said, firmly.

             
His eyes bulged out of his head, and the veins in his neck popped.
 “
Fuck
!
”
 
He turned, and hit the wall behind him.  When he looked back at me, it was with a determined look on his face.
 “
You
will
fucki
n
’ stop seeing him; I will make sure of it one way or another
,
” he roared, and then stalked out of the house, slamming the front door on his way.

             
Shit.

             
Nash had a temper, but I had
n’
t seen him that angry for a long time.  I had no idea what he planned to do to stop me seeing Havoc, but it pissed me off that he was going to interfere. 

             
My phone rang, and I snatched it up, hoping it was Havoc; I needed to hear his voice right now.
 “
Hello
?
”

            
 “
Hello.  Carla
?
”

             
I did
n’
t recognisethe voice.
 “
Speaking
.
”

            
 “
Hi, i
t’
s Justin from the Coffee Club calling back about the interview you attended yesterday.  I just wanted to let you know you were unsuccessful.  And we wish you all the best in your job hunting
.
”

            
 “
Thanks for letting me know
,
” I said, dejectedly, and hung up.

             
It was the fifth interview
I’
d gone to in the last week and the
y’
d all rejected me.  I was beginning to think
I’
d never get another job.  I slumped into the chair in front of me, and put my head down on the table.  Perhaps I could just block the world out and pretend my life was
n’
t falling to bits.  And perhaps pigs would fucking fly.

            
 “
Carla
!
” 

             
More banging on the front door, only this time I was happy to hear Havo
c’
s voice.

            
 “
Come in
,
” I yelled out, not moving out of my seat.  Nope,
I’
d decided to stay in my own little pity party bubble for now.

             
I heard his heavy boots coming down the hall, and my body tingled with anticipation.  Hell yes, Havoc would make it all better; make me forget for a couple of hours at least.  When he stopped in the kitchen doorway a moment later, the look on his face told me something was wrong, and my tummy sank.

            
 “
We need to talk
,
” he said.

             
I took a deep breath.  Without moving out of my chair, I said
,“
Sure.  Why not.  You may as well add to the bad in my life
,
” I muttered.

             
Frowning at me, he asked
,“
Wha
t’
s happened now
?
”

             
I was drunk on disappointment, and did
n’
t hold back.
 “
Well, my brothe
r’
s trying to control my life, telling me what I can and ca
n’
t do, and then I found out I did
n’
t get yet another fucking job.  Add those to the other shit happening in my life, and le
t’
s just say,
I’
m over it.  Out.  Had e-fucking-nough.  So hit me, Havoc.  Tell me your news
.
”
 
I gestured with my hands for him to carry on.