Page 15 of The Good Girl

“Havoc?”

Still nothing.

“Are they friend or foe, Havoc?”

My heart feels like it’s being ripped out of my chest. They must be from my old chapter. They’re the closest to us. But why are they here? They had to know they wouldn’t be welcome. Plus, Blade said fuck-all about a visit, and I know damn well he would’ve told me if they were coming.

“Friend or foe, Havoc?” she grits out.

What do I say? Because whatever my answer, there’s no going back from this. All I can think is they shouldn’t be there. They should have called. And if they knocked Amity and G off their bike, they should have stopped.

“Foe,” I snarl.

There’s a moment of silence, and then all I hear are gunshots. I roar her name, but she doesn’t answer. I floor the bike, going as fast as possible without wiping out, cursing to myself that it’s not fast enough.

Finally, the shooting stops, and I pray I’m not too late. Then I hear another gunshot, muffled cursing, and the sound of an engine revving before one last shot rings out, and then… silence.

Seconds later, I see the intersection and spot G’s bike on the ground. As I slow down, I notice Amity a few feet away from it. I’m off my bike and running toward her before I even think about it.

She’s lying on top of G, using her body to shield him. I slide to a stop beside them and drop to the ground. I lie down on my stomach, my face inches from hers, and reach for the gun in her hand.

“It’s okay now, Amity. You kept him safe, and you kept both of you safe. Now, let me take over, okay? I won’t let anything happen to either of you,” I tell her softly as she looks at me.

I hear my brothers surrounding us, but I keep my eyes on Amity, who looks as white as a ghost.

“Don’t. You’ll get your prints on the gun. I don’t want you to go back to prison.”

After everything she just went through, she’s worried about me going back to prison. A man she just met. G’s a lucky son of a bitch.

“Shh, don’t you worry about that.” I offer her a small smile.

“I… I think I killed him,” she chokes out, letting go of the gun.

I take it and pass it to Capone before taking her hand. “We need to let Hannibal look at G.” She’s shaking her head before I even finish, her eyes wide and full of fear.

Hannibal kneels beside us and moves her hair from her face. “I’ll take real good care of him, Amity. I promise.”

She swallows, looking unsure, but nods. “Okay,” she says, and as she starts to move, I reach for her, lifting her into my lap and wrapping my arms around her.

“You did good, sweetheart,” I tell her. She buries her face against my neck and falls apart. I don’t say anything; I just hold her and let her cry. Her sobs shake her small frame, and my heart breaks for her.

While I take care of Amity, I watch with pride as my brothers split up and get to work like a well-oiled machine, knowing exactly what needs to be done.

As I murmur words of comfort in Amity's ear, she lifts her head and looks around, taking in the scene. Mac and Toot arehelping Hannibal with G, while Midas and Probe check out the guy Amity shot. Crane and Capone are dealing with G's bike, and the rest of the guys are covering us, just in case the other shooter comes back.

“Alright, his vitals are good. Let’s get him to the clinic,” Hannibal says, and I give him a nod. “Mac, Toot, I want to get him in the truck—nice and gentle. I’ll ride in the back with him, just in case.”

He looks at Amity, and his eyes soften. “You ride with Havoc. I need space just in case.”

She nods but doesn’t say anything.

“Good girl. Alright, boys, let’s move,” Hannibal orders Toot and Mac as Amity sits still in my lap.

Crane walks over to help carry G while Midas drops down in front of us.

“It’s Acid—the guy she shot,” Midas tells me, making me tense. That dirty motherfucker. “He’s alive, but he’s bleeding a lot. We’ll put him in the back of the truck with the bike.” I nod, and then he turns to Amity.

“Let’s get you up and back to the clubhouse. You gonna be okay riding?” Midas asks her.

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