Havoc (Devil's Boneyard MC 3)

by Harley Wylde

  The ladies visited until dinnertime, then I took Jordan out for a steak. She was nervous and constantly checking her surroundings, but I didn’t know if it was a holdover from prison or if she was searching for Slater. I’d messaged Shade while she putting up her shit earlier, and he was already seeing what he could dig up. With some luck, I’d have something to hold over the asshole’s head before long. Not that it mattered. If he came for Jordan, he wouldn’t be breathing for much longer. Plenty of land for hiding a body when the need arose, and there were always gators.

  The clubhouse already had loud music pouring from inside when we pulled through the gates after dinner. Jordan tensed next to me and I wondered how tonight would go. As much as I wanted to pull her close and assure her that I would never stray, I needed to see if she could handle this life. It wasn’t for everyone. Only the strong ones could make it, and while I knew she was strong, I needed her to see herself that way. She talked about her temper like it was a bad thing, but if she channeled it and let it loose at appropriate times, then she’d make the ideal wife for someone like me.

  I dropped her by the house with a quick kiss and then headed out for a beer with my brothers. I didn’t think she’d disappoint me, but only time would tell. Hell, she might not even show up. The sex between us was epic and I liked being around her. Just the same, we were strangers who’d only known each other for a day and a half. If she decided she wanted to go to Jameson and Devil’s Fury, I wouldn’t stand in her way, but I wouldn’t like it either. As far as I was concerned, that woman was mine. Even if she ran, if I ever found out that she was pregnant with my kid, I’d haul her ass back here. Unlike Jackal, the thought of being a dad didn’t scare the shit out of me. It wasn’t something I’d ever thought I would have, a wife and kids, but it felt right when the woman was Jordan.

  The Prospects were manning the bar and making sure shit stayed clean. My brothers were already cutting loose. A few of the single ones were getting their dicks sucked or were balls deep in pussy. That had been me just a few days ago. Now I didn’t feel shit when I looked at the women parading around in various states of undress. My cock didn’t even get a little bit hard. Guess Scratch was right. When a Devil found his woman, he just knew, and he didn’t want anyone else.

  I saw Irish with two women hanging on him and amended that to ‘most of us’. Everyone knew that a little teen had broadsided Irish a few years ago and he’d never been the same since. I was waiting for the day that girl grew up and came looking for him, if she didn’t find someone else to settle down with first. If Janessa did ever come here, I wanted a front row seat when she saw what a manwhore Irish had been. I had no doubt she’d set him straight pretty quick, or her daddy sure as fuck would.

  “Beer or shots?” Reed asked from behind the bar.

  “Just beer.”

  He nodded and grabbed a bottle of my favorite brew, popped the top, and passed it to me. I took a long pull and felt a small hand on my thigh a little too close to my dick. As the whore’s hand slid higher, I grabbed it. It was one thing to see how Jordan would react, and another to let someone other than her grab my cock.

  “Missed you,” Rachel said, her lips brushing my ear. “You’ve been gone for days.”

  “Had a run to make,” I said.

  She ran a nail down my chest all the way down to my belt buckle. “I’ve been waiting for you. Knew you’d show me a good time.”

  “Sorry, Rach. Not interested.”

  Her hand tensed and I could see anger flash in her eyes as I glanced at her. Yeah, there was the bitch I knew had been hiding underneath. She was all sugary goodness around my brothers, hoping someone would claim her used up ass, but none of us wanted her for more than a quick release. She wasn’t the type of woman you kept around long-term.

  “I thought we had something special,” she said, smiling again. “You know no one can make you feel as good as I can.”

  “Honey, you’re not that good. You were just a place to stick my dick. Same as with everyone else here.”

  Her lips tightened and I wondered if she was about to show the entire club her true self. I felt warmth on my other side and hoped it wasn’t another damn club slut trying to get a piece of me. I wasn’t in the mood for this shit tonight.

  “He said to fuck off,” Jordan said.

  I turned to look at her, my eyebrows going up. She didn’t seem even a little bit pissed. There was a bored look on her face as she stared at Rachel. Guess she decided to keep me around after all. Which was a damn good thing because I’d have eventually hauled her ass home if she’d left.

  “No one asked you, bitch,” Rachel said. “You’re new so I’ll give you a break, but this one is mine. Go fuck someone else.”

  Jordan sighed and sat on the barstool next to mine. Turning away from Rachel, she looked at Reed and ordered a daiquiri.

  “Virgin,” I said. “Don’t give her fucking alcohol.”

  Jordan focused on me but didn’t say a word.

  “You could be pregnant,” I reminded her.

  She rolled her eyes. “Only if you have super sperm.”

  “What the fuck?” Rachel asked. “You slept with that bitch?”

  Reed brought some frou-frou-looking red drink over and slid it to my woman.

  “You must be the Jordan I’ve heard so much about,” he said.

  “That would be me,” she said, then took a sip of her drink and wrinkled her nose. “It just tastes like a fruit slushy without the alcohol.”

  “I’m not going against his orders,” Reed said with a nod in my direction. “You want alcohol in it, you’ll have to come back here and fix it yourself.”

  “Not unless you want your ass spanked,” I told her.

  “Seriously?” Jordan asked.

  I leaned into her space. “Baby, if there is even the slightest chance you have my kid in your belly, you’re not drinking alcohol.”

  “Havoc,” Rachel said, a whine to her voice. “Who is she? Why is she here?”

  Reed snorted. “You don’t stand a chance, Rachel. From what I hear, she’s tough as shit, and two of her brothers are Prospects. CJ is here and her other brother is with Devil’s Fury, so unless you want two clubs to kick your ass, I’d give her a wide berth. And Havoc claimed her.”

  “I can fight my own battles,” Jordan said. “But thanks for the backup.”

  “Claimed?” Rachel asked. Her eyes went wide. “You made that slut your old lady?”

  “I think someone needs a vocab lesson,” Jordan said. “Because I’ve been with two guys, and one of them is sitting next to me. And I’m sure you’ve been used by everyone here often enough everything’s so loose downstairs their dicks fall out of you. Can they even tell if it’s in?”

  Rachel blinked and I could tell she hadn’t processed the insult, but I couldn’t hold back my laugher another moment. I laughed so fucking hard I damn near fell off my stool, and Reed wasn’t faring much better.

  Jordan calmly sipped her drink and acted like she hadn’t a care in the world. Damn! If I hadn’t been falling for her before this, I sure as fuck was now. I’d never met her equal before, and something told me I never would again. She was one in a million, and I was holding on tight.

  The clubhouse doors flew open and CJ practically rolled inside, blood smeared on his face and his Prospect cut falling off. I put myself between him and Jordan so I could see what the fuck was going on and decide if I needed to get her to safety. A guy who had to be her other brother barreled into the clubhouse and started kicking the shit out of CJ.

  “Motherfucker! You didn’t tell me she was getting out! Then you just left her there!” Jameson nailed CJ in the ribs again and I wondered if our Prospect was about to puke.

  “Jameson?” Jordan asked, edging from behind me.

  He froze and turned toward her, then ate up the ground in long strides until he reached his sister. She was in his arms a second later, and as hard as he was hugging her, I wasn’t sure she could breathe. I gave them a m
oment since I knew they’d been separated for a year, then I pulled her away and wrapped my arm around her waist.

  Jameson looked from my arm to my face, then his gaze landed on my cut. “She yours?” he asked.

  I gave a nod, then waited to see what else he had to say. I could tell he wasn’t pleased that Jordan was with me.

  “Because I don’t give a shit who you are. If you’re going to fuck her over, I’ll still knock your fucking teeth down your throat,” Jameson said.

  He had some stones, that was for damn sure. Most men cowered when faced with me. Not Jameson. Too bad he was trying to patch in with Devil’s Fury. I wouldn’t have minded having him here. CJ groaned and I saw Shade helping him up.

  “If anyone kicks his ass, it will be me,” Jordan said. “As soon as I know for sure he didn’t knock me up already.”

  Jameson stared at her, then a slow grin spread across his face.

  “Why the fuck didn’t you come see me?” she demanded of her brother. “I was inside a damn year and not one word from you.”

  “I couldn’t handle seeing my baby sister locked up. It was shitty of me, and I’m sorry. If I’d known you were getting out, I’d have personally picked you up. But I guess if I’d done that, you wouldn’t have met Havoc.” He arched a brow. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Because I didn’t bring backup, but we could make a run for it just the same.”

  Jordan snorted then started laughing. “You’re an idiot, but thanks. And yeah, being with Havoc is a good thing. Most of the time.”

  Her gaze slid to Rachel who still looked fucking confused, and probably still didn’t grasp the insult Jordan had lobbed her way. Jameson winked at his sister then strolled over to Rachel and looked her up and down.

  “Word of advice, don’t piss my sister off. She’ll hand your ass to you, both verbally and physically. So unless you have some fighting skills other than hair pulling and slapping, trust me when I say you’re outmatched. And you’re sure as fuck outclassed,” Jameson said. “Can’t think of anyone more perfect for the Sergeant at Arms than my ticking time bomb sister.”

  “I…” Rachel clamped her mouth shut and hurried off. I knew one of my brothers would console the poor thing. Just hoped he wrapped his dick twice because I now had no doubt Rachel was gunning for a property cut.

  “So you’re not going to haul me out of here like a naughty two-year-old?” Jordan asked her brother. “Because I haven’t had a good fight in a while. Although, your club might kick you out when they see a girl can kick your ass.”

  He winked at her. “You only wish you could kick my ass.”

  Jordan moved toward him and I tightened my grip on her, pulling her back. He might be taunting her, but I had no doubt she’d take him down if she put her mind to it. As humorous as that might be, she wasn’t wrong. His club would laugh their asses off, and might consider him weak. They didn’t realize my woman was a fighter and fearless.

  “Don’t tease the possibly pregnant woman,” I said. “Otherwise I’ll let her loose and then film her kicking the shit out of you and send it to every club in a two-hundred-mile radius.”

  The humor slipped from Jameson’s face. “You’d do it too, wouldn’t you?”

  “Yep. Hell, might be the best entertainment I’ve had in ages.”

  “Shit.” Jameson wiped a hand down his face. “You’re as bad as her. You may just be the perfect fucking couple, both sadistic fucks.”

  “Play nice,” I told him.

  Jameson stared at his sister. “You haven’t told him about all the shit you used to do to us, did you?”

  She shrugged. “Been busy.”

  He winced and held up a hand. “I seriously don’t want to hear it. I’d have to bleach my brain.”

  Cinder came out of the back of the clubhouse. His lips were firm and his jaw taut, and I had no doubt he was pissed. He looked at a bleeding CJ, a Devil’s Fury Prospect who looked a little too at home, and the woman in my arms. After staring at the ceiling a moment, he huffed out a breath. “Fuck this shit. All of you want to act like kids, have at it. I’m going home if anyone needs me. And, Havoc? Patch her before someone else decides to.” He pointed to the cameras in the corners of the room. “Heard and saw it all. She’s the female version of you. Don’t be a dumbass and lose her.”

  “You got it, Pres.”

  Jordan tipped her head back and whispered loud enough for everyone around us to hear. “So, is sexiness a requirement to be a Devil? Because I’ve never dug a silver fox before, but damn.”

  I bit my lip so I wouldn’t laugh, but I did clock Cinder by the door, shaking his head as he made his way outside. Something told me that Jordan was going to keep everyone on their toes. Fuck me. If our kids were anything like her, I’d probably never sleep again. I had a feeling if anyone dared hurt them, they’d handle it before Jordan or I had a chance. I almost felt sorry for anyone who dared claim a girl who took after my woman. They’d need balls of steel, and a sense of humor.

  “What are you doing?” Jordan asked. “You look both amused and angry at the same time. How the hell can you pull that off?”

  “Just thinking about our kids. I think I almost pity whoever they end up with.”

  “Can you wait and see if I’m even pregnant before you marry our kids off? For all you know, we’ll never have any.”

  “Like you said, super sperm.” I winked at her. “Trust me. We’ll have a house full.”

  “Uh, no we won’t. You’ll either get fixed after two, or I will. I’m not chasing fucking kids for the rest of my damn life, especially a herd of them. If they’re anything like you, I may cut you off after one.”

  Jameson slapped me on the back. “Good luck. You’re going to need it.”

  “Why don’t you grab a room upstairs and stay overnight?” I suggested. “You can visit your sister some more in the morning before you head back. Have someone direct you to the house around eight o’clock and you can join us for breakfast.”

  “Thanks. And welcome to the family. It’s fucked up, but I have a feeling you’ll fit right in.”

  “Mom and Dad already set the bar pretty low when they had you,” Jordan said. “Anyone else joining the family is an improvement.”

  Jameson turned his gaze to me. “Can we send her back?”

  She tensed and I watched the blood drain from her face.

  “Shit!” He reached for her, but I turned to keep him from touching her. “What the fuck did I say?”

  “We’ll talk tomorrow,” I said. “Just don’t ever say a damn word about sending her back to that prison. Not even as a joke.”

  Jameson nodded. “Got it. Sorry, Jordan. I didn’t mean anything by it. You know I’m glad you’re out.”

  “CJ!” I yelled across the room. “Show your brother to a room, then make sure he has anything he wants or needs. You two fuckers start fighting again, and you’ll answer to me.”

  CJ nodded.

  “Come on, baby. Let’s go home,” I murmured to Jordan.

  I picked her up and carried her out to the truck I’d be using until I could get Jordan something of her own. If there was even the slightest chance she was pregnant, I didn’t think she should be on the back of my bike. I’d love to feel her pressed against me again, but I knew accidents happened, and being on a bike was dangerous. Cars had a tendency to not see us, and being out in the open made it easy for a rival to take a shot. I’d never forgive myself if something happened to Jordan.

  I smoothed her hair back as she buckled then kissed her softly. “Home and a hot bath. Then we can do whatever the hell you want, okay?”

  She nodded.

  “I’m really fucking proud of you.”

  I got a slight smile, and I knew I’d do whatever it took to make her happy again. Her jackass brother had flipped a switch in her head, and it made me wonder if she had PTSD. Wouldn’t surprise me in the least. I’d have to watch her carefully, maybe get her to see someone to talk things out. Counseling was supposed to help. Hadn’t
done shit for me, but might work for her. Whatever she needed, I’d make sure she got it.

  Yeah, I wasn’t falling for her. I’d already fallen, ass over ears. Fuck me.

  Chapter Seven

  Jordan

  The next few days passed without anything big happening. I didn’t get into any fights, Jameson went back home, and CJ actually came to apologize for his behavior the day I was released from prison. The way Havoc was watching him, I had a feeling he had something to do with that apology, but I’d take it. I still hadn’t heard from my youngest brother, but I knew he’d come around when he was ready. At least two of them were talking to me. My heart ached over the loss of Stuart, but I hadn’t really had time to process the fact he was gone. I no longer felt like my family had abandoned me.

  Havoc and Shade were in the kitchen with papers spread all over the table. I didn’t know what they were discussing, but I had a feeling it was about me since they shut up every time I went in there for something. The dumbass probably thought he was protecting me, but he was hobbling me. If I knew what was going on, then I could prepare myself. I might not be some big badass like him, but I hated being in the dark. Still, I wasn’t going to confront him in front of one of his brothers. I knew respect was a big deal for the men in his club, and I didn’t want to make him look bad.

  On what had to be my fifth trip to the kitchen, because now I was just fucking with them, I leaned against the counter and stared Havoc down. He folded his arms over his massive chest and arched a brow at me. Yeah, not happening. I wasn’t fucking moving until I was ready. I might not confront him in front of Shade, but it didn’t mean I had to make shit easy for him.

  “For fuck’s sake. Would you please let her sit in on this so she’ll stop coming in for bullshit reasons?” Shade asked. “Do you really think she needs that many damn drinks in an hour? Her bladder would have exploded if she’d consumed everything she’s hauled out of here.”