Page 145 of The First Cut
I nod, feeling myself tear up. “I couldn’t let him have it. Cleared out all my savings and had Al buy it and keep it until you came home.”
“And I never came,” he chokes out.
“But you’re here now,” I whisper as a few tears slip free.
He turns to look in the garage and groans when he sees his dad’s bike. Next thing I know, I’m being torn out of Hannibal’s hold, and I find myself in Havoc’s familiar arms.
“Thank you. Thank you so fucking much.”
“Can I have my woman back now?” Hannibal drawls, making me laugh through my tears.
Havoc deposits me in Hannibal’s arms before he drags Nevaeh over to see the bike.
“You’re a good woman, Lola, and I’m a better man because of you.”
I stretch up on tiptoes and kiss him hungrily just as a cell phone rings. We pull apart, checking our phones in case it’s Millie or something to do with Evan.
“It’s mine,” Havoc calls out before answering. “Hello?”
His face turns serious before he looks up to the sky and starts cursing.
“Alright, thanks for letting me know. I’ll handle it.” He hangs up and looks at Hannibal. “Midas has been arrested.”
“What? What for?” Nevaeh gasps.
Havoc looks at her before shaking his head. “Stalking.”
“Stalking? Who would he be stalking?” I ask, since I barely know the guy.
Realization hit them all at the same time.
“Ah, fuck,” Havoc groans, but Nevaeh just starts laughing.
“Well, this is gonna be fun.”
