HavocThere were two familiar figures leaning against the clubhouse wall smoking something that obviously wasn’t a cigarette when I pulled my bike to a stop.I had rushed the drop, eager to get back to the compound and Darcie. But I had the envelope securely in my inside pocket. There was absolutely no need for them to meet me. It wasn’t like this was my first run. Pulling the helmet from my head, I bristled as the club’s sergeant at arms frowned at me. Cyber didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. It was pretty clear that they were waiting for me.“Havoc,” Fang called. Never one for being subtle, his voice carried even over the music that was pounding out of the open windows. “Everything ok?”Stuffing my hands into my pockets, I sauntered over to them. My eyebrows pinched together. Something was obviously up. Either that or they suddenly didn’t trust me. “Yeah.” I searched both of their faces in the orange glow of whatever it was they were smoking. “It was easy…no drama.” I shr
DarcieAt first, I thought he had touched me by accident, but the moment his fingers slipped into my panties, I knew he had meant every touch. My head shot up in surprise as he pressed his thumb against my tender flesh. And it took everything I had not to buck against his hand. Applying just the right amount of pressure, his fingers played over me.Biting back a moan, I shot a look at the men and women around us. I had been half expecting them to be staring at us, but no one was looking. Not one person had stopped to stare. Even Havoc himself was deep in conversation with Fang. I couldn’t take my eyes from his face, though. This seemed to be the most natural thing in the world for him. Just how many times had he fingered a girl like this? I shook the thought away. I couldn’t let myself dwell on the past. We both had a past. I had been his brother’s fiancée only a few days ago. I had shared his bed and…Any thought left me as one thick finger pushed its way into my body—curling at j
HavocI lead her by the hand, and she followed close behind, giggling like a schoolgirl. I kept throwing glances over my shoulder at her, not quite making sure she was still there because I knew she was. More the fact that I couldn’t believe my luck.A man like me, and a woman like her? It was almost comical. We were so desperately different. But as she had said. She was still here. Still wearing my cut and most definitely craving my touch. Which was a good thing because I fucking craved her more than I craved food and drink. I wasn’t even sure when it had happened, when I had started looking at her as more than a woman I wanted to bang or as a way to get one over my brother. All I knew was that I was starting to have real, honest to god feelings for this woman.I didn’t know what would happen in the future, but I did know she was mine, right here and now. And I planned on enjoying my time with her. I was planning on enjoying every single second of HER.I stopped dead, whirling aroun
DarcieFlopping back against the hard wooden top of Fang’s desk, my chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath. “That was…” Cracking an eye open a pinch, I found him staring down at me with a smug, almost self-satisfied smile on his face.“Amazing?” He chuckled. “Mind-altering? Do I need to go on?”My laughter joined his. I couldn’t help it. There was just something about him that put me at ease. He had been doing it since the moment he had first spoken to me back in the bar.Had it really only been a few days? It seemed like I had known him for longer. Much much longer.Mistaking my sudden thoughtful silence for regret, his handsome face creased into a frown. His eyebrows slammed down over his blue eyes. “You’re regretting it, aren’t you? I mean, I know you enjoyed it. I can taste how much you enjoyed it, but I can see in your face that you feel guilty.” He turned his back on me, his shoulders set in a hard line. “My brother?”Scrambling upwards, I reached for him. Curling my finger
Havoc“Baby.” I kissed her shoulder, trailing small kisses down her bare back as she slept on her stomach. Her cheek rested on her crossed arms. The sun was shining through a chink in the curtains, bathing her in a warm golden light. She looked like an angel. If, of course, angels had sinful curves and sharp tongues. “Are you awake?”We had run away from Fang like naughty school kids to find clothes and go back to the party. We had managed to get to the room I usually used if I stayed at the Clubhouse, but that was as far as we had got. I had fucked her against the door as soon as it had shut behind us. Lifting her so her legs had no choice but to wrap around my waist.And then we had fallen onto the bed, and I had fucked her again.It was only then that I had let her catch her breath. “Yeah.” There was no sign of sleepiness in her voice; she had been awake for a while. “I was just enjoying the feel of your lips on my body.”Hands on her shoulders, I flipped her. Hovering over her as
DarcieCyber took me back to Havoc’s small house, looking worse for wear and grunting in answer to my questions.But I would have taken his hungover ass to what met me when I slipped inside.The Judge was sat at the kitchen table, his hands wrapped around a mug of coffee. He was staring into its depths like he could see the meaning of the world in the steaming liquid.“Morning.” Forcing myself to be cheery, I swept into the room. Heading towards the coffee pot, which was already empty, I busied myself refilling it. And it was only when it started dripping that I turned to him.He was staring at me intently, the mug in his hands forgotten. “You look like you had an interesting night Darcie.” His keen eyes trailed down my bare legs. And then finally he met my eyes.“It was fun, yes. I didn’t see you much.” It was such a struggle to have a polite conversation with him. It wasn’t that he was scary to look at. He was fairly handsome. Not Havoc handsome, but still good looking. But there w
HavocI was in serious amounts of shit. They had me over a barrel, and they knew it. Because there was no way on God’s green earth I would let Darcie be involved with them now. And they knew it. Hell, they had been counting on it.I didn’t want to be involved in that shit. They knew that as well, which was why they hadn’t mentioned diamonds until they had me where they wanted me. Guns, drugs, anything like that I would have been absolutely fine with but diamonds? Even the Savage Sons stayed away from that.I knew Darcie thought they meant actual diamonds, which was why she had been looking at me strangely all morning. She didn’t understand my sudden foul mood, and I couldn’t bring myself to tell her that the word “diamond” was just a family code word. The Judge’s employers were trading women. The thought made me feel physically sick. And I had agreed to help them. Even when it went against every moral fibre I had. What other choice did I have? I wanted Darcie as far away from that
Darcie“Havoc.” The old woman rushed forward as Havoc pulled the bike to a stop. Her lined face split wide with a grin. “I thought it was you I passed, but then I thought my old eyes must be deceiving me. I mean, how long has it been since you came and visited me?”“I know.” Easily he slipped from the bike, and for a moment, I felt forgotten. “But can you chew me out later? And by later, I mean never.”Gingerly I climbed off after him, shuffling my feet awkwardly. Truthfully I didn’t know what the hell to do. Or say. I had never been good at family stuff. “Deal.” Piercing blue eyes found mine around his broad shoulders. “If you don’t mention my driving.”Havoc laughed, great big belly laughs that made his body shake. “What, that you drive like a teenager and have the road rage to match? You almost took us out back there,” he admonished. “Well, you should have been concentrating on the road and not...” Her eyes crinkled as her smile deepened. “The pretty girl at your back.” She tilte
Gretal“You’re home.” In an instant I was off his bed and rushing towards him, yanking his head down to mine so I could kiss his lips greedily. It was instinctive, the kind of greeting I had given him in the old days when I had missed him every second that he was away from me. Before things had all gone wrong. Hansel untangled himself with a small chuckle. “Of course I’m home. I said I wouldn’t be long.” Even as our lips parted, his hands were closing around my waist, keeping me close to him. “I like the way you say it, by the way.”Craning my head up to look at him, I arched an eyebrow. “How I say what?”“Home, that I’m home. Although I wouldn’t call the clubhouse our home, not unless you want to live here of course.” His eyes crinkled as he smiled.“Anywhere you are is home, Hansel.” The words left my mouth before I could stop them. Not that they weren’t true. They were. I was tired of being away from him. Sure, we had a lot of shit to sort out, but we were older now, wiser. I knew
HanselHow was it possible that Gretal had disappeared into thin air? I knew it wasn’t possible, but that’s what it felt like. Like she had literally vanished. I knew it wasn’t the case but that’s how it seemed, The club was out in force, scouting the streets, making calls to any and all contacts that could help, and so far, there had been nothing. Not one damn sighting. And I hated to admit it, but I was losing hope.No Gretal and no Pope. It weighed so heavily on me that I found it hard to breathe. Slowing the bike, I ripped the bandana from around my chin and nose, sucking in a deep lungful of cool night air. It still wasn’t enough. Was it possible to suffocate from panic? That’s what it felt like. Like someone was squeezing the life out of me. That’s when I saw it. If I hadn't slowed, I wouldn’t have. Squealing to a stop, I snapped my head back, looking over the hedge to the parking lot. Pope’s bike. I was sure of it. How many years had I ridden alongside it? I would know it a
GretalPulling my phone from my pocket, I ignored the barrage of messages from my husband that flashed up on the screen the moment I switched it on. He was worried about me, mostly because he knew I was about to do something stupid. Except it wasn’t stupid. It was justice. Keeley deserved to be avenged, so did those other girls.So did I. Swiping passed them, I clicked on the camera option, checking my face out. I looked good. My lips were ruby red and glossy, my lashes thick with mascara, my hair curled around my face in soft waves. I looked good enough to eat.And I hoped Pope would think so as well. After all, if he didn’t take the bait then all of this was for nothing. He would fall for it though; I knew he would. Men like him always did. They thought they were superior. That they could take what they wanted without asking. And Pope wanted me. I had seen it in his eyes in the way he had looked at me. I had thought he was just being overly friendly, trying his luck a little. Bu
HanselIt was growing dark when we pulled up outside the Son’s compound. I had ridden without stopping all day, desperate to get back to them. To tell Fang and the others what I suspected. No, not what I suspected. I knew it was true. I didn’t need Sylvie to tell me. The evidence was written all over her face. It dripped from the agony in her voice.“Off the bike, love.” I wanted to be patient with her, but time was already running out. I needed to get her somewhere safe and then I needed to get to The Otter, I would have gone there first if the clubhouse hadn’t been nearer. I hoped to find him inside. And I could exact my revenge without having to worry about my wife and her whereabouts “Hansel, please.” Sylvie was back to begging, she had been nagging in my ear for hours. And she would have the exact same response to it as I had given her before.Nothing.I tugged her off the bike. The prospect who had been lounging by the front door smoking a cigarette straightened as she gave ou
HanselMoney swapped hands easily enough. I had done these kinds of drops often, so it was no big deal. What was a big deal was the fact I was miles away from Gretal and she wasn’t answering her phone. I had been calling her pretty much nonstop. It was one thing The Judge telling me she was fine but I wanted to hear her voice. To see her in person would have been better, but I could tell if she was really ok by her voice. I knew her well enough. Leaning heavily on my bike, I fished my phone out of my pocket. My fingers pressed the redial button without looking. I didn’t expect her to answer, so far she hadn’t, so I was surprised when she picked up. “Hansel.”She sounded breathy, like she had been crying and was trying to hide it from me. “What the hell is going on, Gretal, are you crying?” Doubt ripped through me. She was upset. I had been right when I thought something had happened but I had taken The Judge at his word that he would protect them. Had I been wrong to do that? “No
Gretal“Is she ok?” I raised my eyes wearily as Gypsy came into the small living room. She flopped down on the chair nearest the window with a sigh, her fingers plucking to move the drapes away so she could look down at the dark street below. “Yeah, she's alright. I gave her a mild sedative. She will hopefully sleep until morning.” She sighed again. “There's some…” She swallowed hard, and I could tell by her face that she was reliving her own attack. I had heard briefly what Gypsy had been through. And it had been horrific. “There's some tearing and bruising. A condom was used so we don’t have to worry about pregnancy or sexual transmitted infections. Not that it makes it better, but at least she doesn’t have to worry about that.” Yeah, I agreed with her silently. At least she didn’t have to worry about that. “God, I need a drink.” Darcie was on her feet, her voice shaky. “Yeah, a drink sounds good.” We all deserved one. And being above a bar we were in a perfect place for one. O
HanselThe clubhouse was oddly quiet when I emerged the next morning. I had expected there to be at least some girly chatter. Since Gretal had come back, the common room seemed to be filled with girly chatter. But there was none and it made me feel oddly ill at ease.One look at Fang who was pacing the length of the room, like some agitated bearded squirrel, and I knew I had every right to feel worried. Making my way over to him, I swung him around to face me. “What's happened?” One glance at his face and I knew something had, his face was twisted in misery. “Where's Gypsy?” Another look around and I was sure she wasn’t there. None of the women were, not even the club girls had surfaced yet, the whole clubhouse felt like it was grieving. There was only one thing to put that kind of misery on his face and it was if something had happened to Gypsy. “What's happened? Fang talk to me.”“She rang and said she wasn’t coming home for a few days. She sounded…” His voice broke and he cleare
GretalIt was worse than anything I could have imagined. Maybe because I had known Keeley since she was eighteen years old - the sweetest, most pure soul I had ever met - it hit me harder. She was huddled on the floor behind the counter and one look around told me she had put up a hell of a fight. There were shattered plates and glasses all over the floor. A smear of blood on the floor. A tiny amount of blood but it seemed to stand out in stark contrast. And then my eyes found her. And it was worse than anything I had ever seen before. And I had seen a lot of bad shit.Keeley half lay, half sat in the foetal position in the farthest corner. Her whole body was shaking. Her usually silky blonde curls lay limp against her wet cheeks. There was an ugly bruise on her left cheek and around her throat. Like someone had wrapped their hands around it and tried to squeeze the life from her. But it was her eyes that hit me.They were wide and haunted. I knew the look on her face because I ha
GretalLying in bed with a man who wasn’t Hansel, when I could still feel the wetness of my orgasm against my panties was pure torture. It didn’t matter that Gio wasn’t touching me, simply being next to him felt like a betrayal.All of these years apart and I was still worried about betraying my marriage vows. Sure there had been other people, for both of us, but that was because we were apart. Being back under the same roof as him was bringing up feelings that I thought I had buried. And I was good at that. Burying my feelings for him. When I had been forced to work at The Candy House, when I had been forced to sell my body, I had turned my feelings of love into those of hate. I had thought he had forsaken me, but then he came back. He had literally knocked me off my feet again, like some avenging hero and made it all better, and all the hatred evaporated. Because I loved him. I had always loved him and I always would. “You seem tense, Gretal?” Gio’s voice spoke from the darkness.