Page 11 of Havoc

“Out of thirty-eight,” Rosie told her with a smile.

Riley turned her head to look at me triumphantly. “So, there are thirty-eight brothers.”

Rosie spoke up again, “Since Havoc has forgotten his manners, we’ll just introduce ourselves.”

Riley stepped closer to Rosie and held out her hand. “My name is Riley Dalton.”

Rosie gave her a huge grin, “I’m Rosie, and I tend bar. I’m Thunder’s old lady. I used to work a lot, but nowadays, I just pick up a few shifts here and there. What are you drinking today, Miss Riley?”

Riley leaned on the bar. “I don’t usually drink this early, but why don’t you surprise me?”

Rosie’s eyes lit up. “I’ll make you my specialty. It’s called a blue hurricane. You’ll love it.”

“Sounds good to me,” Riley said happily.

Rosie finally glanced at me. “What about you, Havoc? You still drinking whiskey on the rocks?”

“Yeah,” I told her, standing my ground about six feet away. “Best make it a triple.”

Her eyebrows shot up in a look of surprise as she began pouring liquor into a large hurricane glass. “You having a stressful day, Havoc?”

“No. I’m just thirsty as fuck, Rosie.”

“Well, I’ll fix you and your pretty friend right up.”

Riley pretended like I wasn’t even there as she chatted with Rosie. I could tell I was getting on her nerves. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking on my part. She didn’t correct Rosie about being my life coach instead of my friend. I snorted a laugh at the thought that she felt like she needed to spare me the embarrassment of everyone knowing she was here to straighten me the fuck out.

I took a minute to look her over while her back was turned. This woman might have been irritating as fuck, but she had an amazing ass, a tiny waist, and that long red hair beat anything I’d ever seen. My cock got hard just looking at her. I willed the damn thing to go back down because I hated that my cock liked her more than I did. I knew that made me a perverted asshole.

One of the new club girls meandered by, gravitating towards me. She looked freshly showered and reasonably well put together, considering most of them didn’t even get up until early afternoon.

“Morning, Havoc. You’re looking mighty handsome this morning.”

“Same to you, Charlotte. What brother did you bunk with last night?”

She smiled slyly and sealed her lips.

I teased her, “Don’t get shy now, girl. You normally tell me all your secrets.”

She shoved her hands into her front pockets and twisted her body from side to side in a gesture I recognized as one the club girls used when they were trying to be cute. “Weren’t you the one who told me not to kiss and tell?”

I twirled my finger around one of her long blonde curls as we continued flirting. “Me? Naw, that doesn’t sound like something I would say.”

She told me, “It don’t matter, ‘cause whatever brother I’m with is always my second choice. You’re always my first choice. You know that, Havoc.”

Charlotte was lying through her pearly white teeth. She’d kicked me aside for another brother several times in recent memory. Unfortunately, that was what passed for flirting with club girls—lies and deception. All the club girls had their favorites. And although I rarely went without a partner, I was no one’s first choice. Which was actually fine with me. I didn’t want any of the club girls to get attached to me. It always led to trouble.

“Are you finished, or should I wait?”

I glanced up at Riley, taking the whiskey from her hand. “Oh, sorry. I forgot you were there.”

Charlotte asked curiously, “Are you a new club girl?”

I waited to see what Riley was going to say. She glanced from one to the other of us before shaking her head. “I’m afraid not. Would you like to have lunch with us?”

Charlotte was rightly confused because, around the clubhouse, women tried to get as much individual attention from the brothers as possible. So, Riley’s question didn’t make sense in the context of anything Charlotte was familiar with—except maybe a threesome.

I shook my head and jerked my chin towards the bar. “Amscray, Charlotte. Best get your first drink of the day before you turn into a pumpkin.”

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