Page 75 of The Good Girl

He laughs but does as I ask, gently rolling me off him. When he comes back, he climbs in behind me and wraps his arms around me tightly.

I sigh, feeling safe and—dare I say it—happy, something I never thought I’d say. Maybe I just needed a chance to really live. Amity gave me a safe place to land and the freedom to spread my wings, but Havoc… He gave me a reason to fly. I’ve never felt more alive than when I’m with him, even if half the time I’m plotting his demise.

“You love me yet?” he whispers.

“Not yet, but I like you a lot more than I did yesterday,” I murmur.

I fall asleep to the sound of his laughter.

Sitting on the back of his bike the next day, I can’t find anything to laugh about.

“He’s where?” Havoc growls at the biker called Byte, this chapter’s equivalent of G.

“Khan and Driller had a meeting with a supplier, but they couldn’t reschedule.”

“Funny how they never mentioned it yesterday.”

Byte shrugs. “I don’t get told shit unless they need me.”

I frown. It doesn’t seem that way at the mother chapter, but maybe that’s because G is also the VP.

“Sounds to me like all of you are on a need-to-know basis. Who is the supplier, and what exactly are they supplying?”

Byte looks uncomfortable. “I don’t know. It’s something the president and VP are working on. They won’t bring it to the table until everything is squared away. You know how they are.”

“Yeah, Byte, I know how they are. You got the shit I asked Khan for yesterday?”

“He told me to tell you he’ll forward it when he returns. He didn’t have time to get it ready before he left.”

“How convenient,” Mac snorts.

“Well, I don’t need Khan for this, so it looks like you’re up, Byte. Who is the treasurer these days?”

“Elmo.”

I nearly choke on my tongue. “Did he say, Elmo?”

Byte narrows his eyes at me, but Havoc barks at him. “Fetch him and bring him to church. We’ll meet you there.”

“Khan won’t be happy?—”

“I outrank Khan, Byte. You gonna go against my orders?”

Byte hesitates before shaking his head. “I’ll find Elmo.”

“Wise choice. Bring your laptop when you join us. I want info, and I’m not leaving without it. And while you’re at it, I want anything you have on those missing girls. I’ve been in town and seen the reaction of town folks around here. We were never going to win a popularity contest, but now you’re up for most likely to get stabbed to death. I want to know why, and I don’t want to hear any bullshit. As it stands right now, this club is being watched because I don’t trust that Khan and Driller have your best interests at heart. If you know something, bring what you have and whoever else you need to. But fuck me around, and I’ll add you to the shit list Khan and Driller are on, got it?”

“Got it.” He turns and leaves.

“I’m not sure he’s got it,” I admit, making Crane laugh.

“Well, we’ll find out soon enough.”

“How about you and me go for ice cream and leave the others to play detective?” Crane asks me when he stops laughing.

Havoc looks at Crane. “Don’t let her out of your sight.”

Crane gives him a brief nod.

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