Havoc (Storm MC #8)

by Nina Levine

  Love is a verb.

  And although his actions were sometimes not what I would have preferred, Nash’s love for me couldn’t be denied.

  32

  Havoc

  “Pass me a beer,” J said as I searched the fridge in the clubhouse for a drink.

  “Summer’s coming,” I said as I handed him the beer. The heat had ratcheted up that morning and the air conditioning in the clubhouse struggled to keep us cool. I’d arrived about an hour ago and my shirt clung to me in places.

  J took a swig of his drink. “Gonna be hot out there on your bike. Maybe you should think about sticking around town instead.”

  My gaze met his. “I considered it, but I’m itching to get back on the road.”

  “What does Carla think about you leaving?”

  A week had passed since she and I discussed our plans to travel together and since then we’d made a loose plan for where we would head first.

  “She’s coming with me.”

  He raised his brows. “Nash know about this yet?”

  I downed some beer. “I’m gonna catch up with him about it today. We haven’t spoken for awhile.”

  “Good luck, brother. He’s a stubborn asshole sometimes.”

  “Who’s a stubborn asshole?” Nash asked, joining us.

  J chuckled. “You.” He drank some more beer before adding, “I’m outta here. Like I said, good luck.”

  After he left, Nash eyed me. “Carla tell you I spoke with her last week?”

  “Yeah. I thought I would have heard from you after that.”

  “I’ve been busy with shit.” He reached into the fridge and retrieved a beer.

  I decided now was as good a time as any to break our news to him. “I’m leaving town in a couple of weeks and Carla’s coming with me.”

  He didn’t react the way I thought he would. There was no instant anger that Nash was known for, but rather an acceptance of sorts. “Figured that was on the cards. Doesn’t mean I love the idea but I’m done fighting you two. Carla’s a grown woman now and far as I can tell, she’s happy with you. So long as she stays happy, I won’t step in again. But mark my fuckin’ words, Havoc, the minute I discover you’ve done something that hurts her, you’ll be in a world of hurt.”

  I nodded. I could respect that. “It’s not gonna happen. Carla means the fuckin’ world to me.”

  I’d used the words he said to me once and the look of recognition on his face told me he remembered. “Good,” he muttered before taking a long swig of beer. After one last look at me, he left the room.

  At the same time, Scott stuck his head in. “Footy’s on, brother. You gonna watch it?”

  I lifted my chin at him. “Be there in a minute.”

  “Bring more beer with you, yeah?”

  He left me alone with my thoughts while I grabbed drinks from the fridge.

  Who knew where my friendship with Nash would end up? Fuck, who knew where anything in life would end up? My life hadn’t panned out the way I once thought it would and every day seemed to alter my path lately. But the road I’d chosen to travel was one that gave me hope.

  Being with Carla and building my Storm ties again gave me something that had been missing in my life since I’d walked away from it all.

  Faith.

  I’d never lost belief in my family, but I’d sure as hell lost faith in everyone else. Carla had broken down my walls and proved that a woman could want me for more than what I was worth. And that regardless of my financial status or my behaviour or my past, she would be there, right by my side giving me every piece of her heart.

  I trusted that she’d never let me down or walk away when shit got real.

  And that trust was all I needed to know that Carla was my future.

  * * *

  I entered Dad’s house later that afternoon to the sounds of him, Yvette and Carla laughing. The fact she spent time with my family made me more than happy. Carla’s eyes met mine with a smile when I found them sitting around the kitchen counter. “Who won the footy?”

  Scooping her around the waist and pulling her close for a kiss, I said, “Who do you think?”

  “Oh God, don’t tell me it was the Broncos?”

  “Of course it was the Broncos. The Cowboys have lost it this year, babe.”

  She smacked my chest. “Pfft, they’re gonna win. You’ll see.”

  I grinned. This argument would never grow old so long as I was having it with her.

  When I didn’t say a word but simply kept grinning, she pressed hard against my chest trying to escape my embrace. “Oh I see how this is gonna go, Mr I’m-So-Sure-Of-Myself. I’m gonna have to spend the next couple of months listening to you go on about how good your team is. But you can bite me. My team is gonna whoop your team’s ass.”

  Tightening my hold on her, I bent to her ear. “I’ll happily bite you any time you want, darlin’.”

  She smacked my chest again and I smirked as she said, “You better watch your words. There might be no biting in your near future.”

  Fuck, this was what had been missing in my life for far too long.

  I let her go. “We both know that’s never gonna happen.”

  Yvette cut into our conversation. “Carla, it’s your turn.”

  Eyeing the Monopoly board they sat around, I asked, “Who’s winning?”

  “You’re not playing, Havoc,” Yvette muttered as she sent me a dirty look. “No one ever has a chance when you play.

  Carla raised her brows. “Really?”

  I moved to the fridge to grab some cold water. “Yeah, really.”

  “Challenge accepted,” she threw out, a determined glint to her eyes.

  Yvette groaned. “No, he can cook dinner while we finish up this game. You two can get your own game on later.”

  Carla grinned, not taking her gaze off me. “It’s a date. You, me and Monopoly tonight.”

  “I didn’t realise you had this competitive streak, angel,” I said as I pulled some steak from the freezer.

  She rolled the dice to take her move. “I’ve had it from way back. But it’s gonna be so fun playing with you. Winner takes all, and I’m not talking money.”

  Dad chuckled. “Gonna be some more creakin’ in that bedroom tonight, is there?”

  “When is the bed not creaking, Al?” Carla shot straight back.

  Dad’s chuckle turned into a full belly laugh. “That’s pretty spot on, little lady. I taught my son well.”

  Yvette rolled her eyes. “God help me.”

  Dad turned to Yvette. “I taught you well, too, Vettie. Never knew I’d raise a daughter to love women as much as I do, but I’m mighty proud of that achievement. And don’t think I never heard your bed creakin’ when you lived here. My hearing always was good.”

  Yvette shook her head. “Jesus, Dad, is there no end to your dirty mouth?”

  Carla laughed at Yvette and Dad as they had words. When she caught my gaze she pointed at me and then at herself while mouthing, “You, me, tonight.”

  I nodded and closed the distance between us. “You’re on, darlin’, but be prepared because you’re going down.”

  She smirked. “I think you’ve got that around the wrong way, romeo. It’ll be you going down.”

  “Fuck, I love the way your mind works,” I said before brushing a kiss across her lips.

  As I ended the kiss, she turned her head towards the television that was on behind us. “Modern Family!” she exclaimed.

  “God fuckin’ help us,” I muttered under my breath. She loved that show and that woman on there—the one with the screeching voice I’d pay good money to shut up.

  She whipped back around to glare at me.

  Dad aimed the television remote at the TV and raised the volume. “There you go, sweetheart. Just tell Havoc to pop a painkiller and man the hell up.”

  “Jesus fuck, do you hear every-fuckin’-thing?” I asked with a scowl at the old man.

  Carla burst out laughing. “Thank you, Al.” She po
inted at me and added, “There’s asprin in the cupboard.”

  Yvette chimed in. “I’ve clearly missed something here, but I love this show, so everyone shush.”

  I shook my head as they all shifted their attention to the television. But as much as I appeared to be bothered by it all, that was as far from the truth as it could be.

  My family getting on with my woman was one of the best things in the world to watch.

  * * *

  “I’m taking the lead.”

  I scowled at Nash. “No, I am.”

  He returned my scowl. “She’s my sister. I should be the one who gets to fuck this asshole up.”

  “She’s my woman. I fuck anyone up who fucks with her.”

  He blew out a long breath. “For fuck’s sake. You take the lead, but I’m getting a punch in.”

  I didn’t wait for him to possibly change his mind. Stalking down the front path of Carla’s ex-teacher’s house, I clenched my fists. I’d been waiting a long time for this.

  A couple of minutes after I knocked on his front door, the asshole yanked it open and barked out, “What?”

  I placed my boot inside his house and pushed his door open as I stepped inside.

  “What the fuck, man?” he yelled, but I shut him up with a fist to his stomach. When he doubled over in pain, yelling obscenities, Nash and I pushed our way in and slammed the door shut.

  “We’ve heard that you like to bully female students into sleeping with you in exchange for passing them in a subject,” I said.

  Fear blared from his eyes. “They sleep with me willingly, dude. I don’t rape them.”

  My anger erupted and I fought to keep it in check. Gripping his shirt, I thundered, “That’s not what I’ve been told, asshole.”

  Nash took hold of his hair and yanked his head back. “You wanna know what we do to people who do shit we don’t like?”

  Sweat pooled on the guy’s forehead and he gulped for breath. “I won’t do it again. I swear!”

  Nash yanked his head again, causing as much pain as he could. “I fuckin’ know you won’t do it again. Not after we’re finished with you.”

  I shoved him hard against the wall and punched him again. When my fist connected with his cheek, satisfaction coursed through me. It was about time this guy got what he deserved.

  “We’re gonna keep a close eye on you from now on. Whenever you leave your house, know that we’ll be watching. You won’t be able to take a shit without us knowing. You got that?” I smacked the side of his head.

  He nodded with a desperation my violent side loved and I had to push that need down. I wanted nothing more than to cause him more pain, a lot of fucking pain, for what he’d done to Carla, but I had to control that urge. I took a few deep breaths, concentrating on them instead.

  Nash punched him hard in the gut causing him to scream out in agony as he clutched his stomach. “If you ever force a woman to sleep with you again, this will be like a walk in the fuckin’ park.”

  My chest tightened and my head pounded with the need to make him hurt as I watched Nash punch the guy.

  It was all I could think about.

  Red blinding light flashed through my mind and it threatened to consume me.

  “You good?” Nash asked when he turned to face me.

  I had to find a way to control the urges.

  Carla.

  I was there for Carla.

  The red light receded.

  My need for pain subsided.

  I blew out a few quick breaths.

  “I’m good,” I finally told Nash.

  “Thank fuck. For a minute there, I thought we had another death on our hands.”

  His words caused the teacher to panic. “Don’t kill me! I won’t do it again!”

  Needing to remove myself from this guy’s presence, I walked towards the front door.

  “Where you going?” Nash yelled after me.

  “I’m done. If he fucks up again, I won’t hold back, but for now I’ve had enough. Do what you want with him,” I replied before heading outside.

  I’d come close to losing it in there.

  The only thing that had saved him had been Carla. She calmed me in a way no one else ever had. In that moment, I knew what I needed to do.

  * * *

  “Carla!” I bellowed through the house when I arrived home forty minutes later. She was working from Dad’s house that day while he was at the hospital for a check up that Yvette took him to.

  I searched high and low, but couldn’t find her. Pulling out my phone, I called her.

  She answered on the third ring. “Hey, baby. What’s up?”

  “Where are you?”

  “At your house. Why?”

  “Angel, I’m at home and you’re not here.”

  She laughed and it sounded like one of her embarrassed laughs. “I’m out in your shed.”

  “Why?”

  “Just come find me. I’ll tell you then.”

  I hung up and headed out to the shed. I’d set it up years ago so I could restore bikes out there. It was also an area where the boys could come over and kick back. I had a couch and a television and bar set up, but I hadn’t used it much since leaving town. Carla had cleaned it up when she stayed with Dad and me during our recovery time.

  I found her sitting on the couch with designs spread out in front of her on the coffee table. She looked up as I entered. “Hey.”

  “Are you designing out here?” I couldn’t understand why she’d choose to work in my shed. Especially in the warm weather when we had air conditioning inside.

  She stood and came to me. Tugging gently on my shirt, she said, “Being out here makes me feel close to you and I find that makes my designs flow better. I know it sounds strange bu—”

  I cut her off by placing my fingers against her lips.

  It didn’t sound strange.

  I got it completely.

  Because she did the same for me.

  She centred me and gave me purpose in life again.

  “I love that,” I admitted.

  Her face lit up. “Oh, thank God. I thought it was kinda silly.”

  “Babe, whatever you feel isn’t silly and you never need to make excuses or hide shit from me. I love you for all that you are.”

  “Thank you,” she said.

  The way she looked at me with vulnerability shining in her eyes caused a rush of desire straight to my dick. I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder.

  “Havoc! What are you doing?” she squealed.

  I stalked into the garage part of the shed. The area that housed the very first bike I’d ever ridden.

  When I arrived at the bike, I placed her on the ground. Cupping the back of her neck, I kissed her while my other hand moved to the hem of her short skirt. It didn’t take me long to find what I was looking for, and my dick grew harder as I slid my fingers through her wetness.

  Her body arched into me and she moaned as I fucked her with my fingers. Dragging her mouth from mine, she said, “Fuck, you should come home in this mood ever day.”

  I let her neck go and, using both hands, ripped her panties off. At her wild-eyed expression, I growled, “You wanted me to fuck you on my bike so that’s what you’re gonna get.”

  The wild-eyed expression she held changed to one of excitement. “It’s about time, romeo,” she said as her hands moved to the bottom of her top. In one quick movement, she had it and her bra off. I yanked her skirt down and stilled for a moment so I could take in her beauty.

  “Fuck,” I said, reaching for my belt while my gaze roamed her body.

  My movements slowed and she smacked my hands away from my belt so she could take over. I’d never grow tired of her impatience for my dick.

  When we finally stood in front of each other naked, she moved close and threaded her fingers through my hair. With her gaze firmly on mine, she asked, “Why now? Like, you seemed to have avoided this for so long… What changed your mind?”

  I traced her
lips.

  God how I loved those lips.

  They were capable of giving me so much.

  Words of comfort.

  Sass that made my day.

  Hours of pure bliss.

  “Every time I thought about fucking you on my bike it brought back memories of Kelly. She always wanted me to screw her on it. I didn’t want those memories because if I thought about that, I also thought about all the other shit that went down with her and my business. Between all that and my mother dying, it was the worst time in my life and I just wanted to shove it to the back of my mind and forget it.” I stopped tracing her lip so I could cup her cheek. Rubbing my thumb across her skin, I continued, “I realised today that being with you lets me live with that pain without being consumed by it. You calm me, Carla, in a way no one ever has. And as far as bad memories go, they hold no power over me anymore. If my woman wants me to fuck her on my bike, then that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.”

  The smile she gave me was pure beauty. “You settle me too. I don’t know how but you’ve managed to bring peace into my world. Even with shit going on in my life, knowing I’ve got you by my side makes it all okay.” My heart hammered in my chest at her declaration. Knowing I gave her that was everything.

  I let her go and turned my bike on. After settling myself on the seat, I reached for her waist and pulled her on. As she slid her pussy over my dick, I groaned and shut my eyes for a moment.

  Fuck.

  Always ready for me.

  Her hands circled me and she said, “Fuck, this is gonna be as good as I’ve imagined it.”

  I found her gaze again and held eye contact as we began moving.

  It was just us.

  Together.

  In that moment.

  Chasing.

  Pushing.

  Wanting.

  I crushed my mouth to hers and we kissed while our bodies moved in a perfect rhythm. She opened herself to me and I consumed her.

  Everything

  I wanted it all.

  Her.

  She was all I ever needed.

  “Havoc!” she cried, her nails digging into my back. “Oh, God… the bike… fuck… ” Her voice trailed off as she surrendered to the pleasure.