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I take a deep breath. “This is gonna suck.”

She grins, pride shining in her eyes. “Maybe, but you’ll get through it. You’re the strongest person I know.”

Maybe if I could see myself the way she does, I’d believe her.

Chapter Fifteen

Havoc

The feel of Nevaeh wrapped around me is the only thing keeping me grounded. I didn’t think coming back here would hit me this hard, but betrayal’s a hell of a lot easier to deal with when you’re not forced to face it every day.

As we head through town, I signal the others I pull into the empty lot, and they do. Once I turn the engine off, I lift the visor on my helmet and turn to Nevaeh, lifting hers, too.

She looks at me, her soulful eyes searching mine, and even though I know my expression gives nothing away, she can sense the tension inside me. She lifts her hand and kisses her two fingers before pressing them against my lips. “Whatever happens, you’ll still leave the winner.”

I grip the bottom of her helmet and pull her closer, leaning my head against hers.

“I’ve been the winner since you agreed to be mine.”

“Stockholm Syndrome at its finest.”

“A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do,” I say, grinning without an ounce of guilt.

She rolls her eyes at me but doesn’t resist when I pull her onto my lap. She wraps her arms around me, letting me soak up her strength. The irony isn’t lost on me––the big badass MC president leaning on his old lady. What other brothers haven’t figured out yet—we tend to be a bunch of misogynist assholes—is that we might be the fists of the club, but our women are the spine. They’re the strength behind our brute force, and the quiet calm in a world of chaos. Anyone mistaking women as a weakness has never loved one. Nothing makes a man feel more like a king than being chosen by the woman he loves. It’s knowing they could have anyone they wanted, but she picked you. And when she does, you treat her like the fucking queen she is.

I look at the guys who are silently watching us. “Everyone ready?”

“We’ve got this, Pres,” Toot confirms.

I look to Crane, my orders in my eyes.Don’t let anything happen to my woman.

“I’ll guard her with my life, Havoc,” he tells me, dead serious..

I nod, ready to roll. When Nevaeh shifts to move back behind me, I grip her hip to stop her.

“Stay like this. I won’t let you fall.”

She stares at me for a moment, then rests her head against my shoulder. She wraps her legs tightly around my waist, her arms slipping around my neck.

I grin. Fuck, I love this woman.

My dick stirs between us, but ignore it for now. Asking her to ride my dick while I ride my bike might be taking it a step too far for her anyway.

I start up my bike and tap Nevaeh’s thigh so she knows I’m about to pull out, and take off. The clubhouse is only ten milesaway, but with Nevaeh wrapped around me, it feels both longer and shorter.

She squirms against me, and I feel my cock throb in response. We’re both so fucking turned on, I’m tempted to bend her over the bike once we stop and fuck her like I want to. But as soon as we pull into the lot, I see Driller and Khan standing on the clubhouse steps, waiting for us. A few of the brothers are there, too, trying and failing to act natural.

Reluctantly, I tap Nevaeh again, and as soon as we stop, she loosens her grip on me. I steady her as I lift her off the bike, then climb off after her. Ignoring everyone else, I unclip her helmet and pull it free, watching her shake her hair out. I swallow down a groan as I hang it on the handlebars, then take my helmet and sit it on the seat.

She slips her hand into mine as I look down at her. She gives me a wink, making me chuckle. Crane moves to her other side, and Kruger flanks me. Toot and Mac take the lead, walking over to Khan and Driller.

“Nice to have you back, Havoc. You look good,” Khan says, holding out his hand like if I’ve been on a fucking vacation, not in prison.

“Khan.” I reach over and shake his hand briefly before introducing my girl. “This is Nevaeh, my old lady.”

Khan frowns for a second before his eyes move over her face to her cut. I clench my hand, so I don’t poke his fucking eyeballs out.

“Not your usual type, Havoc.”

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