excitement is his gaze as he clenched his jaw. “Well, I’m not giving you any information then.”
The redheaded waitress, who always seemed to be working whenever I visited approached with pen and paper in hand. “Can I get you gentleman anything to eat or drink?”
Nikolas didn’t remove his gaze from mine as he shook his head. “No, Havoc was just leaving.”
She clearly read the harsh tone he used and slinked away.
“I will be leaving soon, but we still have a small matter to discuss that I’d been hoping to avoid,” I said before pausing to let that sink in.
Frown lines marred his forehead. “What small matter?”
If I were a grinner, I’d have grinned at that moment because what I had on him was priceless. I wasn’t though so my face remained expressionless. “The small matter of you getting Eric Bones’s daughter high and then fucking her at a party last month.” Eric was one of Sydney’s most ruthless men. The kind of guy you went to for a loan only when you were desperate enough or stupid enough to think borrowing money from a man who’d kill you for non-payment was the best option you had.
“His daughter is eighteen, Havoc. You’ve got nothing.”
“That’s where it would have paid you to do your research first, Nikolas. Eric is extremely protective of his daughters and if he discovers that not only did you get her high, but that you also screwed her, he’d have more than your balls on a platter.”
He stared at me with hate, not saying a word for a few moments. When he blew out a long breath, he stood and spat out, “I know nothing about Davey except for his address. I’ll text it to you. And don’t ever come here again.” With that, he stalked away from me to where his redheaded waitress stood. After muttering something to her, he exited the café.
His text came a minute later.
Nikolas : I thought we were friends.
Me : Friends are overrated. I have none.
Nikolas : Clearly.
As I headed towards where I’d parked my bike, I googled Davey’s address. He lived about half an hour from the motel where I was staying so I decided to take a ride out there before making my way to Carla.
My phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. Checking caller ID, I answered, “J. What’s up, brother?”
I heard the long exhale of breath before he said, “Fuck, Havoc, what the fuck are you doing with Nash’s sister? He’s ready to rip your balls from you.”
Nash’s sister?
What the fuck?
“Back it up, J. Who is Nash’s sister?”
Silence sat between us for a moment. “Jesus, you don’t know, do you? Carla is Nash’s sister.”
Fuck.
I raked my fingers through my hair.
Jesus, fuck.
“Had no fuckin’ clue, man,” I replied, trying to force the anger filling me away. What the fuck was she thinking?
“You need to cut her loose, Havoc. Send her home and move the fuck on.”
I know.
“Thanks for the call.”
“I wouldn’t come back to Brisbane in a hurry, either. Or if you do, stay well clear of Nash.”
“Gotcha. I’ve gotta go.” I ended the call and sat on my bike, allowing my thoughts to take over.
Two years ago, I'd cleared all connections from my life. I didn’t want hassles and I sure as fuck didn’t want problems with fellow club members. Allowing Carla into my life may not have been my smartest move.
Though, as much as I wanted to send her home, I knew deep in my bones, I wouldn’t.
I couldn’t.
She’d stirred something deep inside me. I had no fucking clue how or what. All I knew was that as much as I was fighting it— fighting her— my fucking heart had kicked back over and was beginning to rule my head.
12
Carla
“ W hy didn’t you tell me?”
Havoc stood in front of me, his body tense under the fitted black T-shirt and jeans he wore, and his nostrils flaring. He’d arrived back at the motel just over five minutes ago and had brought a rush of fury with him. I hadn’t been expecting him for at least another forty minutes, and he’d caught
The redheaded waitress, who always seemed to be working whenever I visited approached with pen and paper in hand. “Can I get you gentleman anything to eat or drink?”
Nikolas didn’t remove his gaze from mine as he shook his head. “No, Havoc was just leaving.”
She clearly read the harsh tone he used and slinked away.
“I will be leaving soon, but we still have a small matter to discuss that I’d been hoping to avoid,” I said before pausing to let that sink in.
Frown lines marred his forehead. “What small matter?”
If I were a grinner, I’d have grinned at that moment because what I had on him was priceless. I wasn’t though so my face remained expressionless. “The small matter of you getting Eric Bones’s daughter high and then fucking her at a party last month.” Eric was one of Sydney’s most ruthless men. The kind of guy you went to for a loan only when you were desperate enough or stupid enough to think borrowing money from a man who’d kill you for non-payment was the best option you had.
“His daughter is eighteen, Havoc. You’ve got nothing.”
“That’s where it would have paid you to do your research first, Nikolas. Eric is extremely protective of his daughters and if he discovers that not only did you get her high, but that you also screwed her, he’d have more than your balls on a platter.”
He stared at me with hate, not saying a word for a few moments. When he blew out a long breath, he stood and spat out, “I know nothing about Davey except for his address. I’ll text it to you. And don’t ever come here again.” With that, he stalked away from me to where his redheaded waitress stood. After muttering something to her, he exited the café.
His text came a minute later.
Nikolas : I thought we were friends.
Me : Friends are overrated. I have none.
Nikolas : Clearly.
As I headed towards where I’d parked my bike, I googled Davey’s address. He lived about half an hour from the motel where I was staying so I decided to take a ride out there before making my way to Carla.
My phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. Checking caller ID, I answered, “J. What’s up, brother?”
I heard the long exhale of breath before he said, “Fuck, Havoc, what the fuck are you doing with Nash’s sister? He’s ready to rip your balls from you.”
Nash’s sister?
What the fuck?
“Back it up, J. Who is Nash’s sister?”
Silence sat between us for a moment. “Jesus, you don’t know, do you? Carla is Nash’s sister.”
Fuck.
I raked my fingers through my hair.
Jesus, fuck.
“Had no fuckin’ clue, man,” I replied, trying to force the anger filling me away. What the fuck was she thinking?
“You need to cut her loose, Havoc. Send her home and move the fuck on.”
I know.
“Thanks for the call.”
“I wouldn’t come back to Brisbane in a hurry, either. Or if you do, stay well clear of Nash.”
“Gotcha. I’ve gotta go.” I ended the call and sat on my bike, allowing my thoughts to take over.
Two years ago, I'd cleared all connections from my life. I didn’t want hassles and I sure as fuck didn’t want problems with fellow club members. Allowing Carla into my life may not have been my smartest move.
Though, as much as I wanted to send her home, I knew deep in my bones, I wouldn’t.
I couldn’t.
She’d stirred something deep inside me. I had no fucking clue how or what. All I knew was that as much as I was fighting it— fighting her— my fucking heart had kicked back over and was beginning to rule my head.
12
Carla
“ W hy didn’t you tell me?”
Havoc stood in front of me, his body tense under the fitted black T-shirt and jeans he wore, and his nostrils flaring. He’d arrived back at the motel just over five minutes ago and had brought a rush of fury with him. I hadn’t been expecting him for at least another forty minutes, and he’d caught
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