by Harley Wylde
“How the fuck are we going to extract him from Colombia?” Dagger asked.
“I’m going,” I said, “and don’t fucking tell me I can’t.”
Jameson leaned in closer to his crew and whispered loud enough the entire room could hear him. “She’s still near the weapons. I wouldn’t argue.”
Grizzly let out a long, hard laugh.
“I’m being serious,” I said. “You’re not going after Havoc without me. Don’t take this the wrong way, but the Devil’s Boneyard couldn’t keep him safe when he went after Slater, and none of you could get this jackass to talk. I’m not leaving his fate in anyone’s hands other than mine.”
“Uh, Jordan. Can you maybe not piss off some of the toughest men in the state?” my brother asked, giving me the side-eye.
“I’m not scared of them.”
Demon smiled. “Of course, you aren’t. Havoc chose wisely. We’ll let you go, on one condition. You don’t do anything that could endanger you or the baby. I’m not getting Havoc back only to have him murder the lot of us because you got hurt.”
“Whatever.” I folded my arms. “When do we leave?”
“We don’t exactly keep passports,” Grizzly said. “We have to arrange passage out of the country, grease a few palms to make sure they look the other way, and then find our way back home once we have Havoc. It won’t be easy if this Silva person is coming for us.”
“Then we take him out,” I said.
The guy tied to the chair started laughing. “Take him out? Sure, bitch. Just waltz in there, demand your man back, and murder the toughest man in the country. Cake walk.”
“Even evil assholes have men who can be bought,” I said.
“That’s going to take a lot of cash,” Grizzly said.
“I’ll talk to Clarity,” I said.
“What the fuck does the VP’s wife have to do with anything?” Dagger asked.
“She’s an heiress and told Scratch to use her inheritance to help the club. Can’t think of a better reason to dip into those funds than getting Havoc back. Can you?” I asked.
“Where the fuck do we find an heiress?” Scorpion asked.
I eyed him up and down. “I’m guessing you don’t. Have you looked in the mirror lately?”
Jameson was turning red from trying not to laugh, but the President of Devil’s Fury didn’t have any problem laughing at Scorpion’s expense. At least someone found me funny, other than Havoc. My mean side seemed to amuse him endlessly, and fuck did I miss him!
“Go see Clarity and I’ll start making arrangements,” Grizzly said. “Tell her to call Scratch to give us access to the funds, or send someone to meet us at the airstrip with them.”
“Airstrip?” I asked. “Not airport?”
“The Dixie Reapers have a connection I’m hoping they’ll let us use. Casper VanHorne has a plane that won’t rouse any suspicion leaving the country or coming back. His daughter is married to the President of the Reapers,” Grizzly said.
“Whatever it takes,” I said. “Anything.”
I stared at him hard and he shook his head.
“I’m not letting you do anything that will piss off Havoc. Well, more than letting you go to Colombia. He’s going to lose his shit when he sees you.”
“Let me deal with Havoc. Just get me there,” I said.
“Badger will take you to Clarity.” Grizzly looked at him. “Just drive really damn slow since you’ll have a pregnant woman on the back of your bike.”
Badger snorted. “I think I know the drill.”
“Yeah, because you keep knocking up my daughter.”
Badger flipped him off, which just made Grizzly smile. I followed Badger outside to his bike and climbed on back. He went so fucking slow I wanted to reach around him and twist the throttle. I was pregnant, not made of spun glass. When we reached the little house Clarity was sharing with her kids temporarily, I got off and let myself inside.
Clarity looked tired as she slumped on the couch, both kids entertained by some cartoon on TV. She gave me a smile when she saw me, and I went to sit beside her.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
“Yeah. Just miss my husband, and the kids miss him too.”
“I might have a way of getting you home soon,” I said. “But it’s going to take some money.”
“I’m listening,” Clarity said, her gaze sharpening.
I told her what I’d discovered about Havoc, and what Grizzly had said. It didn’t take much to persuade her to give us access to the money. Even better, the money was being hand delivered by Cinder himself, and two other Devil’s Boneyard were coming with him. She no sooner hung up than she called Josie to fill her in, which turned into Josie calling her brother and arranging for Dixie Reapers to come help extract Havoc from Colombia.
“Three clubs?” I asked.
Clarity bit her nail. “You’re right. We should call Laken and Ryker, make sure Hades Abyss will be there too.”
My eyebrows shot up. “Just how connected are all the clubs?”
“Well, Josie’s brother is Tank. He’s the Sergeant at Arms for Dixie Reapers. As you know, she’s married to Jackal, so that makes her part of Devil’s Boneyard too. And she recently found out she has another brother. Slash is the VP for Devil’s Fury. Laken is Flicker’s sister, also with Dixie Reapers, but she’s married to Ryker, who is the son to the President of Hades Abyss. Then there’s Saint. He had a daughter with the sister of another Hades Abyss member, even though she’s dead from what I hear. Scratch’s daughter is married to Bull, who is a Dixie Reaper. Then there’s you. You have one brother prospecting for Boneyard and one for Fury, and you’re the old lady to the Sergeant at Arms for the Devil’s Boneyard.”
“I think I need a drink to process all that,” I muttered.
“I’ll make sure to have one ready for you after the baby is born and you’re done breastfeeding.”
I blinked. “Um, no. Just, hell no. I know breast milk is supposed to be all that, but this kid is going to be fed with a bottle. If I have to incubate it, then Havoc can sure as fuck help feed it. Plenty of kids are bottle fed and turn out just fine.”
Clarity snickered.
“So what do we do now?” I asked.
“Wait.”
Great. I hated waiting. Now that I knew where Havoc was, I wanted to go after him. I didn’t know what kind of condition he’d be in, or what the hell Silva was forcing him to do. Fight rings didn’t sound so bad, but I’d heard some underground fights led to a lot of deaths. If Havoc wasn’t still breathing when I got there, I’d gut Silva myself.
Clarity smiled a little as she stared at me.
“What’s that look for?” I asked.
“You really do love him, don’t you? Despite the fact he practically claimed you the second he saw you on the side of the road.”
“Sometimes you just know, I guess. He made me feel safe from the very beginning.”
She nodded. “I understand. I felt the same with Scratch, except I wasn’t quite as tough as you. I fought to survive on the streets with my son, but I didn’t have your strength.”
“You’re strong, Clarity. It’s just a different kind of strength,” I said. “No way Scratch would pick a weak woman as his wife. He has an image to uphold after all.”
“I guess you’re right. I’m just not all fiery like you.” She smirked. “Unless a club slut puts her hands on my man. Then I have no trouble kicking the shit out of someone.”
“Now that I would pay to see.”
“Oh, it happened,” she said. “Only took once before they backed the hell off. Now the new girls are always warned to keep away from the VP unless they want me to haul their asses out of the clubhouse.”
“Am I the only one who finds it funny that sweet little you beat on a club slut, and all I did was insult one when she came after Havoc?”
Clarity stared at me. Hard.
“All right, so when she betrayed me to Slater I may have wanted her blood. I think deep
down I knew Havoc didn’t want anyone but me. The asshole was testing me. Took me a few minutes to realize it, and once I did, I decided to have a little fun.”
“You’re good for him,” she said. “And I think he’s been good for you too. The two of you complement each other.”
“Let’s just hope we can get him back.”
“We will,” Clarity said. “Have faith, Jordan. You didn’t find him only to lose him so soon afterward.”
“Technically, I did lose him. I just have to hope he’s still breathing.”
“If he’s not, just remember that jails in Colombia aren’t as nice as the ones here,” Clarity said. “And you sure as hell don’t want to have your baby in one.”
She made a good point. Would it stop me from seeking revenge? Nope. But it was nice to know someone was worried about me. I hadn’t had as much time with Clarity and Josie as I would have liked, but I felt like we were forming a friendship. Even though we’d all been stuck here, hiding out, I’d spent most of my time worrying about Havoc and trying to find a way to get him back. But friendship was something I hadn’t had in a long-ass time, and it was nice to have another woman to talk to when I made the time for it. Especially one who understood the world I’d ended up in.
Unfortunately for me, patience was not one of my virtues. It took everyone three days to make the arrangements to get Havoc. Three days of knowing where he was and being unable to do a fucking thing about it. I was batshit crazy by the time we boarded Casper VanHorne’s plane, and more than ready to bring my man home. Only Demon would sit next to me during the flight, but I noticed he kept his nuts protected. I might have found it funny if I wasn’t scared shitless over what we’d find in Colombia.
“I’m coming, Havoc,” I murmured. “Please don’t be dead.”
Demon reached over and squeezed my hand, but didn’t say anything. I liked his silent support and tried to calm myself and stay positive. We would find Havoc and bring him home. And then I’d chew his ass out for disappearing for three fucking months.
Chapter Twelve
Havoc
I had a fight tonight, a big one. I still had three months on my sentence with Silva, and I was starting to be sure he wouldn’t release me when the time was up. I’d won every damn fight I’d been in, even sending a few of the men away in body bags. I’d spent most of my time working out and was now even bigger than before. Several of my opponents had literally pissed themselves when I stepped into the ring.
My latest challenge was damn near laughable. The guy had to be half my size, and even though I’d heard he could be lethal, I doubted I had anything to worry about. I had fury and determination on my side. No way someone was killing me, not when I had too much to live for. I still thought of Jordan every damn day, but when I was in the ring, I had to clear her from my mind. Silva had tried sending more women to me, but I’d refused them all. When he’d questioned if Andre and I had something going on, I assured him I wasn’t gay, just didn’t like fucking when I had to fight. He seemed to buy my excuse of needing to focus and left me alone after that.
I hadn’t seen Letti lately though, and I worried he’d done something to her. Andre was concerned too, but there wasn’t shit we could do about it. We were just as much pawns in Silva’s clutches as Letti was, and probably a dozen or more other women. Hell, one of the ladies he’d sent to me couldn’t have been more than a sixteen-year-old kid. I’d wanted to throw up when I’d seen that dead look in her eyes and knew she’d had a horrible life.
Help wasn’t coming for any of us though. After all this time, I had to admit that my brothers didn’t know where the hell I was and wouldn’t be making a rescue attempt. I’d held out hope that first month, but after that, my hope slowly died and I realized I was in this until Silva released me. Whenever that might be. He’d recently extended Andre’s time to another fucking year.
“You ready?” Andre asked from the doorway. “Be careful tonight. I know this guy is small, but he’s got a high death toll. They’re starting to call him the Grim Reaper.”
“I can handle him.”
Andre nodded. “Then it’s showtime.”
We went downstairs with two guards flanking us. The place was packed with tons of screaming men and women. I made my way inside the ring and faced off against the man with the dead eyes. I could see why people feared him, but I wasn’t one of them. I’d done my share of killing, even if my body count in the ring wasn’t as high as this guy’s.
When the fight started, he charged me with a roar and I easily sidestepped, then felt his fist against my kidneys. Fucking hell! A red haze settled over me as I went to work, throwing one punch after another. The mat was stained red as I landed blow after blow, not caring what kind of damage I did. He got in a few cheap shots, and I knew I’d end up with a black eye and some bruised ribs, but I wasn’t going to lose this one.
He came at me again and I landed an uppercut that knocked him the fuck out. As he crashed to the mat, out cold, the crowd went wild. Silva entered the ring with a smirk.
“And there you have it. Havoc remains undefeated. Any other challengers?” Silva asked.
“Yeah. I’ll challenge him,” a female voice said.
Silva chuckled. “A woman? A woman wants to take on the greatest warrior in Colombia?”
“You bet your ass I do.”
As the crowd parted and blonde hair came into view, everything in me went still and I could barely fucking breathe. Jordan looked beautiful as she entered the ring, and really fucking pissed. She folded her arms and stared at me, her jaw tight and her eyes flashing.
Silva eyed her up and down. “Are you sure you want to take him on? You don’t seem like you have what it takes.”
“I’m pregnant, asshole, not weak,” she said.
Silva’s eyes locked on her belly and so did mine. Pregnant? My woman was carrying my kid in there? And she was going to fight me? What the fuck?
I looked up and caught the fury in her gaze.
“You’re pregnant?” Silva asked. “And what type of man lets his woman fight a man like Havoc while she’s expecting?”
“The kind who disappears and makes her travel all the fucking way to Colombia to find his dumbass,” she said, advancing on me.
“Jordan, what are you…”
I didn’t get to finish before she slammed her fist into my jaw. Fuck, but that hurt! She wasn’t done though, not my little hellcat. She hit me in the ribs twice and right under the eye that was probably starting to swell already from my previous fight.
“Fucking hell, woman!” I wrapped my arms around her and held her still.
“Havoc,” she said with steel in her voice. “You’re getting blood on me.”
I released her and scanned her, realizing she was right.
Silva moved in closer. “I take it the two of you know one another?”
“Yeah,” Jordan said. “He’s the asshole who knocked me up, decided to play hero, and disappeared for three fucking months.”
“Interesting,” Silva said, and I could see the wheels turning.
Shit. I needed to get Jordan out of here before things got really fucking bad. How the hell had Scratch and Cinder let her come to Colombia? And was she alone? Jesus Christ! Anything could have happened to her.
She turned slowly to look at Silva. “And you. You’re the one who bought him, hauled his ass here, and what? Forced him to fight for you?”
“Do you realize who you’re talking to?” he asked, his voice soft yet no less lethal. “I’m not a man to threaten, little girl. I can make you disappear as easily as I took your Havoc.”
“Try it,” she said.
Silva advanced on her and before I could process what the fuck was happening, she had a knife held to his family jewels and Silva’s eyes were wide as his face paled.
“I have guards, they’ll…”
Jordan twisted the blade and pressed it tighter.
“They won’t do shit,” Jordan said. “Want to know why? Becau
se I own their asses now. Paid off every single one of them. See, that’s the thing about being scum. No one has any true loyalty to you.”
“Fuck, Havoc. What is it with your woman going after everyone’s balls?” Demon asked as he climbed into the ring. “Mr. Silva, if I were you, I’d listen to her. Especially since she’s armed. She’s dangerous enough without weapons.”
Demon grabbed his crotch and I wondered if Jordan had attacked the Devil’s Fury Sergeant at Arms.
“Who else is here?” I asked.
“A shit ton of us,” Demon said. “What? You thought we’d let her traipse down here alone? She’d likely have wiped out the entire country just trying to get to you. That is one fierce woman you have. I like her.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, I like her too.”
Cinder stepped into the ring, with Venom, Tank, Dagger, Phantom, and several other welcome faces. Fuck but I’d missed my crew, and the clubs who always helped whenever we needed it. We might all have different colors, but we were fucking family just the same.
“Do me a favor,” Cinder said. “Next time you want to go on a mission, take your woman with you or hire about five assassins to sit on her ass.”
I smiled and looked at Jordan who was still holding Silva captive with a knife to his balls. Damn but I fucking loved her. Even pregnant, she was still kicking everyone’s ass, including mine. I worked my jaw back and forth and realized she’d hit me harder than the jackass I’d knocked out.
“You know how pregnant women clean house and bake cookies and shit?” Phantom asked. “Yeah, well, yours makes people bleed. If you don’t want her to kill Silva in front of everyone, I’d take the knife away from her. She made a Demonic Reign member cry like a fucking baby.”
My eyes widened as I stared at Jordan. What the fuck? They’d let her near a Demonic Reign? I wasn’t sure if I was pissed she’d been anywhere near one of those sadistic fuckers, or proud that she’d made the man cry. And maybe a little scared as well. What had she done to bring one of those assholes to his knees?