Page 66 of The Good Girl

I shake my head, my lips twitching at the man’s nerve. “Acid and Knuckles wouldn’t give a shit if I was on fire. But if they hated me that much—me, their own club brother—it’s safe to assume I’ve got more enemies. Have you looked into them? Them telling you they were coming to see me was probably a cover.”

“No. They went to see you.”

“Sorry, Khan, but that’s bullshit. But like I said, I’ve got men on it. We’ll figure it out. Now, onto other matters. Since I’m president now, I’ll be going around to all the chapters and doing audits. I want to see where we’re making money and where we’re losing it, and what I can do to help. Also, I’m putting my house on the market. If you want to buy it, let me know by the end of the month.”

“That house is on private property,” Khan snaps.

Driller growls, “You’d really kick out Lola, knowing she’s carrying your niece or nephew?”

“Absofuckinglutely. Move her in with you.”

“I don’t have a house,” he hisses.

“Not my problem. Go steal someone else’s. That’s what you do, right?”

I turn and head to the door, waiting as Kruger lowers his gun. Once Driller puts his away, Mac and Toot lower theirs.

“I’ll be taking Nevaeh to my house, so I suggest you get your old lady out of there before I throw her out myself,” I warnDriller before turning to Khan. “I want those files. The sooner I’m done, the sooner I’ll be gone.”

He shakes his head like he’s disappointed in me. “You’ve changed.”

“Thank fuck for that.” I laugh and yank the door open. Walking out, I look around for Nevaeh. I find her over at the pool table with Crane standing guard while she hands the guy she’s playing his ass.

“You’re a fucking shark,” he snaps as I walk up behind him.

“And you’re a sore loser. Pay up or face the consequences,” she tells him.

He lets out a nasally laugh. “Oh yeah? And what might they be?”

“Me,” I answer, smirking as he spins around, his face draining white.

“H…Havoc.”

“Meet the consequences, jackass,” Nevaeh mutters before throwing herself into my arms.

“Hey, baby.”

“Cupcake, have you been making the boys cry?”

Chapter Sixteen

Nevaeh

The guy backed when he saw Havoc, which made me grin. Havoc clearly isn’t the man they remember––everyone looks wary of him.

And honestly, they should be. What they did to him was horrible. Khan forcing him to take the fall for his brother was one thing. His brother being the absolute douchecanoe that he is, is another. But what the rest of them did…

It makes me think of high school when someone’s being bullied and everyone just looks the other way. Them not stepping up makes them part of the problem. Their lack of accountability almost makes it seem like it’s okay.

Oh, I’m sure they have their excuses. They always do. No one ever wants to admit they’re a shitty person.

I wonder what people like that see when they look in the mirror. Does guilt and shame cloud their reflections? Maybe their images are warped and twisted like in a funhouse mirror. It would certainly match their morals, that’s for sure.

Not that I’m one to talk about morals. I’m standing outside the house Havoc shared with his ex, feeling almost gleeful thatshe’s been kicked out. It’s petty, I know, but it feels like the least she deserves.

I stand beside him, holding his hand, as we look up at the small two-story house. “We can stay in a hotel if you want.”

He tightens his grip on my hand and leads me up the steps, past the pretty flower border that someone had spent a lot of time and care nurturing. I can’t see Driller doing it. He seems more like a beer-and-a-ball game kind of guy. So, I let go of Havoc’s hand and stomp all over the flowers as I walk up to the house, the guys laughing behind us

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