Page 72 of Havoc

“Fine.” I pushed my glasses higher up my nose. “That just means we need to work harder and keep Cameron off their radar.”

“Or you could warn her that daddy dearest will flip his shit if he finds out.”

“That’s not a bad idea. She does seem to want to keep the peace between the two of them.”

“And now you know why.” Kurt stabbed my sweet with a fork and ripped off the corner of it. The red syrup oozed out like an untimely death…I was suddenly tossed into a memory.

He swung the gun away from the Stripe Back where he lay next to his bike and pointed it at me. “You’re such a waste.” His voice dripped in disappointment.

I lost it. I screamed and lunged at him. I drove the axe into his chest as hard as I could. He jolted, and his eyes went wide as he slumped to the ground. I was pulled down with him because of my death grip on the handle.

“Maybe not,” slipped from his lips as the light behind his eyes went out. Blood oozed around the blade and pooled by my knees. I shimmied back and jumped to my feet as my head rushed to catch up to what I’d just done.

“Oh, my God!” I looked down at my hands and saw the blood on them. I wiped them desperately on my pants as I tried to stop the shakes. Then the sound of a Harley drew my attention. I knew I needed to get out of there. I pulled the axe out of his chest and dragged him next to the dead Stripe Back. Then I drew on my knowledge from childhood. I’d witnessed the worst of the worst, and made quick work framing the Stripe Back for the murder. I slipped away with a quick look over my shoulder. Justice had a fucked-up way of evening itself out.

Grim

“Leo’s hurting this morning.” Jesse chuckled as we rode the elevator down to the lobby bar. We had planned to meet there before we left for dinner at the Restaurant August. Chef Trahan was working, and the plan was to do a test run before our official meeting the next night.

“Gin’ll do that when you drink it the way we all did last night. I’m glad my headache finally went.” I grimaced at Jesse, and he laughed again. “Any word from Kenna?”

“Just that she went for a swim this morning.”

“So, she’s alive,” I muttered, annoyed that she’d avoided my calls. I’d wanted to ask if she’d heard anything from Simon or Hanna. Little did she know my father was curious about that, too.

He took a call as we stepped out, and I scanned the place for Leo. I spotted Kenna leaning against the bar in a midnight blue dress. The front crisscrossed and was gathered at the hip. A long slit down the length of it showed her bare leg.

“Christ,” I growled at the instant reaction my body had to hers. Her hair was curled and swept up on one side. When she saw us, she turned to Charlie, the bartender, with a smile and waved goodbye. I didn’t blame Charlie for the way he studied her as she walked toward us. Kenna drew several looks from the bar as she moved. Her sparkly purse matched the pin in her hair. She was something to watch.

“Wow,” Jesse mouthed as he ended the call, and I had to agree she looked beautiful. I’d never cared to notice the little details of a woman’s attire in the past, but with Kenna, I found myself paying attention to the small things.

“Gentlemen,” she addressed us, “you both look very nice.” She slid her gaze down my front, and I felt my pants instantly strain against the zipper. Lust was a bitch when Kenna was near.

“So do you.” Jesse nodded politely as he put his phone in his breast pocket. “Blue looks good on you.”

“Thank you.” She eyed my scowl.

“You didn’t answer your phone.” I jumped into business; I needed a distraction. Didn’t this woman own cotton? The silky fabric hugged her curves, and I struggled to fight my desire to slide my hand inside that slit in her skirt.

“I was busy.” I noticed Jesse stepped away.

“When I call, you pick up.”

“What crawled up your ass today,” she snapped and ignored my bullshit.

“You,” slipped from my mouth, and I closed my eyes to calm myself. The morning call with my father hadn’t gone as well as I’d hoped, and I used the frustration of it on her.

“I did nothing but enjoy some delicious hot sex with you.” She stepped up close, and her perfume sent my head into a tailspin as it clawed its way into my senses. “You know you liked it as much as I did,” she drawled. “So, if you insist on behaving like an asshole this evening, let me know now. I’m more than ready to take you on.” She raised her chin and begged me to challenge her.

“Ready?” Jesse closed in and looked at the two of us.

“We need to talk about Morey,” I muttered.

“Sure, sweetheart.” She flashed me a grin. “After dinner?”

“Yes.” I glanced at Jesse and saw he had a shit-eating grin on his face.

“I have a feeling tonight is going to be really fun.” Jesse grinned again.

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