Page 7 of Wreaking Havoc on my Heart

“How did it go, did you tell her the truth?”

I nod but flinch when someone bangs on the door hard enough to splinter it.

I have no doubt in my mind it’s Alexi. He has every right to come here and finish me off. Although, I think if Evie was planning on doing that, she would do it herself. Honestly, I’d let her. Sometimes, it feels like there really isn’t that much left for me in this life anymore.

Before I can get up, Arrow is pushing his way through the door. It pisses me the frick off. While it can be endearing that he wants to jump into battle for me sometimes, I want him to be in the fightwithme. Which is the main reason this can’t go much further. He doesn’t see me for who I am.

I rush to get in front of him, but hearm barsme and keeps me behind him as we walk into the living area.

What the actual freaking heck?

I shove him to the side as we get into the living area only to find a very shirtless Havoc holding a gun pointed at Alexi.

Is this even real? Did I just enter an alternate universe: where this baddie assassin that I hardly know, and the dean of the school for the children of the underworld, put their bodies in front of me in a fight?

When my mind snaps back to reality, I don’t think I’ve ever been more angry, which is the only reason I let the swear word past my lips. It’s not that I mind swearing, but I had a younger sister that I wanted to protect from everything in this whole world. And the habit of watching my words was the least I could do for her.

“Get the FUCK out!”

Both men turn to me in stunned silence, and I take that as an accomplishment. I continue to bark orders until the two Dobermans at my front go their separate ways. They areinfuriating, yet I’m kind of turned on by their protectiveness.

No, ma’am. We are not doing that right now. You just got laid seven ways to Sunday. You do not need any more orgasms right now.

I take a deep breath and sit on the couch with Alexi, preparing to barter for my life. It’s when he chooses to spare me that I start to look at him differently. He wants to be a good leader, and he cares for my best friend in a way I don’t see many men in this world care for their women. He puts her on a pedestal that seems more like a throne.

He wants me to help him keep her safe. But if there is anything I know about Evie, it’s that her safety has to be in her own hands. She will only grow restless and uncomfortable if eyes are on her all the time. It happened before when Lev and Damien tried to protect her from anyone coming her way. I had to threaten Lev with a deadline to tell her the truth about the people they had locked in the shed.

I’ll find a way to make sure she doesn’t get like that again, I just don’t know how yet. I’ll have to be careful because I know Alexi. If I go against his wishes, my life will only get harder.

I reluctantly agree to his demands, and he decides to be an asshole by telling me the guard dogs currently marking their territory in my home are in love with me. I shake it off. He’s just trying to get a rise out of me.

I’m not ready to go deal with Arrow just yet though. When I want to hit things, he’s all too eager to offer up himself as the punching bag. Right now, that’s just too much. He doesn’t deserve to hurt just because I’m frustrated. So instead, I decide to talk to the man who manages to match my attitude and gives it back with just as much vigor.

I knock on Evie’s door because I’m polite and can recognize boundaries. He cracks the door slightly, assessing me before swinging it all the way open and gesturing for me to come inside. He doesn’t speak, just stands there expectantly. I can’t figure out if it’s a power move or not.

Does forcing me to talk first give him the upper hand? Or me?

Choosing not to overthink it, I decide it’s best to just say what’s on my mind. Crossing my arms over my chest, I ease the weapon from my pocket to slip over my fingers in a move he can’t see, just in case he tries to get sassy with me.

“I wanted to come in here and set some ground rules. You may be staying in Evie’s room, but this is my space. Don’t answer my door. Don’t poke at Arrow. And don’t try to defend me. I can take care of myself.”

He nods, pondering over my words before taking a step into me. Crowding my personal space as if it were a challenge, he tries to make me feel small. I know this game all too well, so I know better than to show my cards yet. I only level him with a glare.

Havoc leans in until our noses are almost touching then whispers.

“Even against ruthless assassins?”

The sound of a gun cocking reaches my ears just before it’s pressed to my temple. I refuse to flinch under his tactics though.

Instead, I lean into him, parting my lips slightly to get his attention. His eyes drop to my mouth just as I catch the inside of his bicep with the tips of my weapon and cut the underside of his arm.

The move causes him to flinch, but not in a way that makes him squeeze his fingers, which would have killed me if the thing was loaded. Instead, it forces his hand to open on reflex, and the gun clatters onto the floor.

“Especially them,” I hiss in his face. His nostrils flare, but he doesn't back down. With his other hand, he grabs my hair and tilts my head back. I only smile at him as I move my hand and force my weapon to push between his ribs.

We could both seriously hurt each other right now, but I’m not afraid. This is foreplay for people like us. By the way his pupils are dilating, I can tell he feels the same way.

He lets go of my hair, and I move my kitty ears from his chest. We stand there for a moment, assessing each other in between deep breaths. As blood trickles down his arm, my face twists into a grimace.

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