Havoc: Snakes Henchmen MC

by Grayson, Alivia

  Havoc

  Snakes Henchmen MC

  Alivia Grayson

  Havoc

  Snakes Henchmen MC Next Generation

  Copyright © 2020 Alivia Grayson

  The contents of this novel are pure fiction.

  All names, places and events are in no way associated with any persons dead or alive.

  Places and events are used for fictional purposes only.

  Any similarity's to real life events, places or persons are pure coincidence.

  No Part of this book may be reproduced in any former by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of dried quotations in a book review.

  All rights reserved.

  Contents

  Introduction

  1. Wynter

  2. Havoc

  3. Wynter

  4. Havoc

  5. Wynter

  6. Havoc

  7. Wynter

  8. Havoc

  9. Wynter

  10. Havoc

  11. Wynter

  12. Havoc

  13. Jethro

  14. Havoc

  15. Wynter

  16. Havoc

  17. Wynter

  18. Havoc

  19. Wynter

  20. Havoc

  21. Spring

  22. Wynter

  23. Havoc

  24. Wynter

  About the Author

  Also by Alivia Grayson

  Introduction

  Welcome to Snakes Henchmen MC, here’s where you’ll meet the Motorcycle God’s in leather and denim that have plagued my mind for over ten years.

  They’re strong and powerful, dangerous beyonds words sometimes, but vigilantes who fight for the rights of the innocent. Nothing is too much for these men. You need help, they’ll give it to you. You cross them, you die. That’s all there is too it.

  Beware of the panty-melting, ovary exploding bikers with big hearts and even bigger… ;)

  As we move forward with the next generation, we welcome one or two young ladies with big attitudes, and incredibly strong wills. Some women are more dangerous than men, and one in particular is not to be messed with. I look forward to the day you meet one very special young lady :)

  I hope you enjoy the next generation of bikers, and I hope you take them into your hearts the way you did their parents.

  Chapter One

  Wynter

  “Do you need anything else?” Havoc smirks at me, and even though I want to tell him to get lost, I don’t. I don’t know why he can’t take no for an answer, but he’s starting to wear me down.

  Havoc and I have a history that can’t be denied. When I walked away from him all those months ago, I thought that would be the last I saw of him. Once I told him who my father was, and I saw the look of disgust on his face, I knew we were over.

  It wasn’t Havoc’s fault. Everyone gives me the same look once they find out who my father is. That is the reason I try to keep what he did to myself; no one wants to be friends with the daughter of a serial rapist slash murderer.

  When I met Havoc, I had no idea what would transpire between us. I thought it would be one night, one hot night of passionate sex, and that would be it. However, one night turned into two, two turned into seven, and I slowly fell in love with him. When he told me that he loved me in return, that my feelings for him weren’t one-sided, I thought, ‘This is it, I’m finally going to mean something to someone. Havoc won’t look at me like I’m filth on his shoe once he finds out who I really am.’ However, that’s precisely how he looked at me, and it broke me.

  I don’t know why he’s in Nookridge when he should be in Bardsville doing whatever the hell it is bikers do, but he’s been coming into the diner I work at every day for the past three days. He’s always with another guy, whom I’ve heard Havoc refer to as Cormack. I’ve been polite to the man, but I’ve never engaged in conversation with him.

  “For you to come home?” That both seemed like a question and an order. Havoc smirks and raises his eyebrow cockily.

  I swallow hard and shake my head. I’m not going anywhere with him. I made it clear months ago that Havoc and I were over. He left me alone all that time, respecting my wishes, so why turn up now and demand that I go with him? How did he even find me?

  Havoc doesn’t really want me, but he’s trying to stake his claim, nonetheless. It’s a cliché that he doesn’t want me, but he doesn’t want anyone else to have me either. Why on this earth he’d think I’d be running around with every Tom, Dick, and Harry is beyond me. I don’t have the time or the energy to sleep around.

  “We need to get out of here, brother,” Cormack states. “I’ve got a wedding to organize.”

  “Wait.” Havoc doesn’t take his eyes off me, even though he’s addressing his friend. “Wynter, I’m not leaving here without you.”

  “I’m not going anywhere with you, Havoc.” He grabs my hand. I look down and sigh. I want to wrap my fingers around his, but where would that get me? That’s why I pull my hand from his.

  “What the hell is going on?” I’m not surprised that Cormack is confused, I doubt Havoc has told anyone about me.

  Havoc is saying something to his friend, but my eyes lock on the two men getting out of their car. I swallow hard because they’re here for me. It didn’t take them long to find me this time.

  I hadn’t realized that I was backing away, but I notice Havoc looking at me as he gets out of his seat. He narrows his eyes, looks out of the window, then watches me run from the room. I need to get out of here before those men catch up with me.

  Luckily for me, I keep a packed bag wherever I go. It became a habit after my father was arrested. As soon as people find out who he is, they tend not to want me around.

  I grab the bag from my locker, take off my apron, and pull on my jacket. I don’t have time to let my boss know that I need to leave. I won’t even be able to collect my pay, but I can’t think about that right now. Money is just money, but my life is something I cannot mess around with.

  I turn to leave and startle to see Havoc standing there, staring at me. “What’s going on, Wynter?”

  “I have to get out of here.” I try to move past him, but he blocks my path. “Please, Havoc, I have to go.”

  “Those men out there were asking for you, who are they?”

  “I don’t have time for this. If they find me, they’ll...” I swallow hard.

  “They’ll what?” I shake my head; I don’t have time for this! Havoc sighs. “What have you gotten yourself into?”

  “Nothing. Please, just let me out.” If I don’t get out of here right now, those men will find me! They’re not going to wait for me to get back to work, they’ll come back here and do God only knows what to me.

  Havoc takes my face between his hands, his eyes searching mine. I know he can see the fear I’m feeling swimming in my eyes. He looks behind him to make sure no one is coming, then he takes my hand, and I have no choice but to follow him.

  Havoc leads me out of the back entrance. How he even knew which way to go is a mystery to me, one I’m not about to ask. I’m not a weak woman, but I’d be a liar if I said that I didn’t feel sick right now. I’m scared we’re being followed, and I’m scared those men are going to kill Havoc for daring to touch me. I don’t know why I feel like that, but I can’t help it.

  “Put this on,” Havoc hands me a helmet from his motorcycle. I take it, wondering why he parked so close to the back entrance. He takes my bag, lifts the bike seat, and drops the bag inside. “Put it on, Wynter, and get on the back of the bike.”

  “You don’t need to do this, Havoc. I can take
care of myself.”

  “Get on the bike, Wynter.” I want to tell him to go fuck himself, but I can’t afford to right now. I’m not about to turn down help when I need it. I’m not that stupid.

  I look behind me to make sure those men aren’t following us. They aren’t, so I put the helmet on and climb on the back of Havoc’s motorcycle. I watch him make a phone call, telling his friend to get his ass here now.

  It’s not a minute before Cormack walks around the corner and mounts his motorcycle.

  Havoc climbs on in front of me and starts the engine. “Hold tight, darlin’.” I swallow back the nervous lump in my throat and wrap my arms around Havoc’s waist. I sense his smile when his hand covers both of mine.

  I’m so nervous that my whole body is shaking. I can’t seem to calm myself down. Havoc rides on in front of Cormack, who appears to be staying behind us to make sure no one is following. I look back, but I don’t see anyone, thank God.

  The further away from the diner we get, the more I relax. I can’t completely relax, however, and I don’t think I ever will. Maybe I should have asked Havoc for help weeks ago. We may have parted because of my insecurities, but I know Havoc is a good man, he would have helped me without question.

  Why didn’t I go to him?

  I didn’t think dumping my problems on my ex was fair. I feel so stupid for trying to avoid those people and not asking for help. It’s not easy to admit you were wrong, but I was wrong.

  Being this close to Havoc has my emotions running wild. I’d be a liar if I said I hadn’t missed him, missed what we had. We weren’t together for very long, but those few weeks that we were meant everything to me.

  I met Havoc through my best friend, Cassie. Her father is a member of Snakes Henchmen MC. Cassie didn’t grow up with her Dad, and he knew nothing about her until last year. However, I helped her find him, and she’s been living with him ever since. Cassie’s mom was a nightmare, and my best friend’s childhood was not good. All Cassie ever wanted was to know her Dad. Cassie means the world to me, and I would have done anything to help her find that man.

  I miss her so much right now. Since Havoc and I parted, I’ve stayed away from him, thus meaning I haven’t been able to see Cassie. She loves being with her father, and now she’s fallen in love, she doesn’t have much time to meet up with me. Though we may not see each other as often as we’d like, we each know that should we need one another, we’ll always be there when it counts.

  I met Havoc on the day he came to a diner in Bardsville to collect Cassie. Her father had asked him to collect her because he couldn’t get out of something. I felt my heart beat faster; the second my eyes locked with his. Havoc asked me if I needed a ride home. I told him that I lived elsewhere, and he told me that he’d take me. He dropped Cassie with her father and came right back for me.

  I had no idea Havoc would come to mean anything to me. I understood that it was one night, but that one night… I can’t think about what once was, that time is gone. I’ve thought about our first meeting and where life took us after that too many times. The past is gone, but I can’t deny that I miss him, and that’s why I lay my cheek against his back and close my eyes.

  There was a time that I’d lie in Havoc’s arms for hours. I was safe there, and I loved him so much. Havoc didn’t love me in return as he’d stated; if he had, he would have understood about my past. Instead, it seemed to me that he tarnished me because of what my father did to those women.

  We ride for a while before turning into the street Havoc lives on. He stops the motorcycle outside the small house we shared for a short time. This was going to be my home. Havoc promised that we’d always be happy here. He told me that he’d tell everyone about us and that he would take me to meet his family. He’d even take me to his clubhouse to meet his biker family and to show everyone what I meant to him. Evidently, that never happened, and I’d begun to doubt it ever would.

  Havoc climbs off his motorcycle, then helps me down. He doesn’t say anything as he leads me inside the house. I’m nervous about being here. Though I know he wants to help me; I’m not sure that he can.

  Havoc closes the front door and then leads me into the den. I used to love sitting by the fire with Havoc. We even made love there once or twice. The memories of being here and the sweet way this man would tell me that he loved me, brings tears to my eyes.

  Havoc offers me a seat in the armchair next to the unlit open fire. I take it because my legs are shaking from the vibrations of the bike ride over here. He leaves the room for a moment, then comes back with a glass of water. I take it because my mouth is dry. I take a sip then sit the glass on the coffee table.

  “Wanna tell me what the was all about?” Havoc asks as he sits on the couch, staring at me.

  It’s none of Havoc’s business what those men wanted with me. However, he just saved me from them, so I owe him an explanation, but I’m not sure I have the energy to get into it right now. Not that I have anything in the way of information because I honestly don’t know what those men want with me. I never waited around long enough to find out.

  “I don’t want to get into it, Havoc. It’s a long story, and it’s not really any of your business. However, I owe you some kind of explanation.”

  He raises his eyebrow at me, and I try not to swoon. Havoc still has that effect on me.

  “Last month, those men came into the bar I was working at. I served them, but they seemed to know me by name. I didn’t think that was anything unusual at the time because everyone knew my name there. I did, however, tell them that they’d made a mistake and that I wasn’t whom they thought I was, but they didn’t believe me. They said I needed to go with them because their boss would like to speak with me. Obviously, I didn’t. I made excuses to use the restroom, then I ran. I moved towns because I didn’t want to stay around in case they came back. However, they found me again, and I don’t know how.” I shrug.

  “There’s more to it than that, Wynter.”

  Of course, there is. However, I don’t know what that is. I was too scared to hear those men out, and I don’t know many who would have. They looked and dressed like spies, and they terrified me. They were huge in every way a man can be. Shit, they even carried guns! I saw the tallest ones when he opened his jacket to pull something from his pocket.

  If I tell Havoc everything I do know, he’ll insist on helping me further, and I don’t want him invading my life. It’s taken me months to convince myself that we’re done. If I let him back in now, I’ll lose my heart to him all over again. I’m not strong enough to deal with that.

  Havoc broke me when he reacted the way he did. I won’t allow him to hurt me again. I know that it was my doing; I was the one who ended things, but he never fought for us. If Havoc loved me the way he said he did, then why didn’t he fight?

  “Wynter, those men terrified you. If I’m to keep you safe, then you need to tell me the truth. Tell me everything, and I can help you.”

  “No,” I shake my head and get out of my seat. “You’re not going to do anything, Havoc. Thanks for what you did today, but I don’t want your help.” I turn to leave, but Havoc grabs my arm. “Let go of me, Havoc.”

  “Don’t pretend you can handle those men on your own because you’re angry with me. You left me, Wynter, not the other way around.”

  I yank my arm out his grasp. “You know why I left, Havoc. Don’t stand there and act like you did nothing wrong.”

  “I didn’t do anything wrong, Wynter. You told me who your father was, and I didn’t answer you right away. Did it never cross your mind that I was shocked by what you’d told me?” I swallow the lump in my throat. I hadn’t thought about that. “You walked away from me without giving me the chance to say anything. Jesus Christ, Wynter, you ran from me without a word. I had no idea where you were or even if you were okay.”

  I fold my arms around my chest and sigh. He’s not saying anything that isn’t true. However, at the time, I felt like I had no choice but to walk aw
ay. The look on his face, the look of shock and disgust, still haunts me to this day.

  Maybe I overreacted, but I’d been down that road before. I confided in someone who couldn’t handle the truth of where I came from. Shit, and they didn’t even know the whole story of what my father had done. Havoc knew everything. I told him every detail of what happened in my past because you don’t keep those kinds of things from the person you love.

  Deep down, I know that I was a coward. The one person I should have trusted with my life was Havoc, and I didn’t fully. I didn’t give the man the chance to reply to what I said. He was in shock, and I walked away. I hurt both of us without even meaning to. It was easy to blame Havoc, but it wasn’t his fault.

  “I’m sorry, Havoc.”

  “For what, Wynter? For running from me, or for not trusting me?”

  “Both.” I shrug. I don’t know what else to say. I’m tired, and I just want to go home. Then it hits me that going home is not an option. Those men may not have found out where I live yet, but it will only be a matter of time. Maybe they’ve known all along and were just biding their time. I don’t know, all I do know is that I’m not safe anywhere, and I don’t have a clue why.

  “We have a lot to talk about, Wynter.”

  “There’s nothing to talk about, Havoc. I just want to leave the past where it is.” I push a strand of my hair behind my ear.