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I flip us so she is underneath me, and I can stare down at her. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

And then I fuck her until she passes out, turning her yes into a promise I won’t ever let her break.

Chapter Twelve

Nevaeh

Ilied to my best friend. I told her I was sick for most of my trip and spent it in bed. And then, when it came to the signing itself, I told her I was crazy busy and glad to be home and then changed the subject.

I felt crappy lying, but I knew if I told her the truth, not only would she murder Havoc in his sleep, but it would cause problems between Havoc and G.

So, for the almost two weeks we’d been back, I acted like nothing happened, but we didn’t hide the looks we kept giving each other. After all, I have to make it believable for when Havoc snaps and kisses me in public. It’s going to happen, I can tell. He’s been riding the edge of violence for days.

“Look, I just need some air, okay?”

“So go sit outside. You’ll find all the air you want,” Havoc says.

I step up to him and snarl. “Do not make me hurt you, Havoc. I need to get out of this place for a little while.” I pause, taking a deep breath. “I was thinking of going for a drive into town.” Ilower my voice so only he can hear the rest. “I’m coming back, I promise.”

He looks down at me, and for a moment, I swear everyone holds their breath. His lips twitch, then, before I know what’s happening, he bends down and kisses me. That damn rat bastard—I should’ve known. He pulls back, grinning as catcalls ring out around us.

“Hoops!” he yells, not taking his eyes off me.

“Yes, Prez?” Hoops walks out from behind the bar, wiping his hands on a towel.

“Follow my old lady into town. Anything happens to her, and I’ll rip your spine out your throat.”

“Yes, Prez,” he replies without hesitation.

I roll my eyes and sigh. “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

“I’m done pretending, and I’m sick and fucking tired of everyone here eye-fucking you. Now they know you’re mine, and if I catch them staring again, I’ll scoop their eyeballs out and boil them.”

“You seriously need therapy.”

“Don’t need anything but you, Cupcake.”

He pulls me in for another kiss, then steps back. “Wait here.”

He disappears into his office and comes back holding something. I don’t realize what it is until he holds it out for me to see—a cut. The Raven Soul patch is stitched on the back, and underneath it, the wordsProperty of Havoc.

“When on earth did you get this made? Amity doesn’t even have hers yet.”

“Hers came in today with yours. You know me, baby—I don’t mess around.”

He turns it and holds it so I can slip my arms in. I hesitate for a second, biting my lip. His jaw ticks as he waits. Rejecting him in front of his brothers would be a brutal blow.

Damn it. In for a penny, in for a pound.

“Don’t make me regret this.”

“Never,” he vows, helping me put it on.

The room erupts in cheers, and people come over to offer their congratulations.

“Amity’s gonna kill me for not telling her about us and you for making her miss this.”

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