Chapter Four

Havoc

”Get off.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. A few miles was my limit, luckily a few miles took us back into town, but that wasn't the point. Darcie Summers was an absolute nightmare on the back of a bike. And even the feel of those tits pressed against my back couldn’t distract me from the fact that she moved around a lot. It was painfully obvious she had never been on a bike before.

Slowly she swung her leg over, her trousers billowing in the slight breeze. She was dressed all wrong as well. Those damn pants were an accident waiting to happen, even if they made her hips and ass look like a million dollars. 

”Where are we going?” She suddenly looked uncertain, as if the realisation of riding into the proverbial sunset with a stranger had just set in. 

”Bar.” Curling my hand around her fist, I pulled her up the street behind me. 

I needed a moment to think. What I had done back there was reckless even for me. And I would need to explain myself and that I had just put our club firmly in the crosshairs of a dispute that had nothing to do with us. 

And I needed to know what Darcie knew as well. If she had any idea where their shipment was, then she needed to be honest about it. The alternative could put a bullet in her head. 

”Look who I found.” I let my words carry as I pushed my way into the bar; dragging her to my side, I waited until people turned their attention to us. I needed people to look and remember us together. Just in case anyone asked, they could say they had seen us together. 

“Well, if it isn’t the beautiful Darcie Summers.” The bartender gave a wide grin. “Didn’t take you long to find her.”

I winked, “Ah, it’s always easy when she wants to be found.” I lowered my voice. “Take a seat; I’ll be right with you.”

For a second, she looked like she was going to bolt. Her eyes went impossibly wide, and then she shrugged those shoulders and walked to the corner table where I had pointed. 

We would need drinks for the conversation we were about to have. But not too many. Keeping the bike upright with her fidgeting was hard enough sober. 

“What’s going on?” 

“Can you get a message to the club that I need to speak to someone here?” I shot a look behind me. Just checking to make sure she was there and hadn’t done another Houdini on me like last night. “Quickly and quietly?”

His eyes shot behind me. “She in some sort of trouble?”

I didn’t answer.

“I fucking knew it yesterday when she wandered in here. Should have stopped her from leaving. Sorry Havoc.” He stared at her some more before his eyes slid back to me. 

I shrugged. “She’s here now; that’s all that matters.”

Another eye flick. And my eyebrows shot up into my hairline. 

“You looking after her? Beer?”

I nodded my head to the beer and continued to study him. “Why, you fancy the job?” I kept my voice even. But he wasn’t fooled. Most people backed down when I got the odd calm tone to my voice. It usually meant I was pissed. 

“No.” His words were strangled. “No Havoc, she’s yours. I...”

I nodded my head. “Make it known that she’s off-limits. Oh and….” I waited until I had his full attention again. “Can you get someone to bring my truck? She is an absolute nightmare on a bike.” I gave a laugh as I gathered the beers up and headed towards where she had sat in the corner.

I didn’t take the seat opposite her, which would put my back towards the door. Instead, I sat beside her, kicking my legs out under the table. “So….”

“So,” she repeated. “I guess I owe you thanks for rescuing me.”

”You guess you owe me thanks?” I cocked an eyebrow at her. Dragging her chair towards mine, I pulled her between my thighs. ”Oh, sweetheart, you owe me more than thanks.” I pressed my thumb to her lips. “But we can talk about that later.” I rubbed against her bottom lip. All she had to do was open those pretty lips slightly, and my thumb would slip into the wet darkness of her mouth. 

I shifted my weight. It definitely wasn’t my thumb I wanted between her lips. But that would have to wait as well.  “I need to know what kind of trouble you have brought to my door Darcie Summers?”

“I don’t know anything….”

My eyes narrowed. And she jerked away like I had threatened her with violence. Bigger men than her had moved away from me when I gave them that look. So I didn’t blame her. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not fucking lying.”

I couldn’t help it. I grinned. Hearing her curse in that sweet little accent was one of the sexiest things I had ever heard. 

“So you know nothing about what my brother was meant to bring in?”

For a second, she looked thoughtful, chewing on her bottom lip. “Surely it’s some epic misunderstanding.” She sounded hopeful as she reached for the bottle in front of her. 

Yeah, I was sure she hoped it was, but I knew better. People like those my brother had crossed didn’t make mistakes. 

“Don’t you think?” Her bright eyes lifted to mine. She wanted me to reassure her, lie to her. To keep her shiny uncomplicated world free from the danger of the underworld she was suddenly part of. 

Unfortunately for her, I couldn’t do that. “No, Darcie, I don’t. I think my brother got into something, and now he doesn’t know how to get out of it. And he’s dragged you into it as well.” 

I watched as she paled. “What do you think it is?” Her voice was barely a whisper. She was afraid, and I couldn’t say I blamed her. She had every right to be scared. The asshole had left her wide open to be used against him.

“Drugs, most probably.” I was talking more to myself, but I watched her eyes grow wide.

“Drugs?” She swallowed hard. “I honestly don’t know anything about any of it.” A single tear slipped from her cheek. And I swiped it away. 

“I believe you, but it doesn’t change the fact that you are in serious trouble right now. Now tell me everything in the days leading up to today? And don’t even think about hiding anything. I need to know everything.”

***

“I’ll be right back.” The sound of engines filled my ears, and I stood quickly. I would need to explain things to my brothers before they overwhelmed her. “Don’t move,” I warned her.  Yeah, I was going to have to talk to them before they started questioning her.  

The girl was so far out of her comfort zone it was amazing she hadn’t attempted to run away screaming yet. That still might happen, she hadn’t seen anything truly scary yet, but she was about to. 

“Make sure she doesn’t go anywhere,” I called to no one in particular as I headed out the door.

“Want to explain to me why I’m being summoned like your own personal bitch Havoc?” 

I grinned at his gruff voice. What a welcome. “We have a problem.” There was no point trying to sugarcoat it. We did have a problem. But as I stared into the lined eyes of my president, I couldn’t bring myself to regret getting involved.

“Yeah, I’ve heard it’s a problem with pussy.” He sneered, and for a second, the gap in his teeth flashed. “Not like you to need help in that department Havoc, you losing your touch, son?”

Losing my touch? I fought back the urge to roll my eyes at him. “Yeah, I don’t need any help from you on that front, thanks, though.” Quickly I filled in my President on what was going on. And with every word, his face darkened a little more. 

“Well, that’s fucking shit.” He paused for a second. “Best introduce me to this woman, hadn’t you. And Havoc?”

I paused.

“She must give really good head for you to be this invested.” He laughed, motioning with his hand for me to lead the way. 

“Darcie, this is my president Fang.” I watched as she got to her feet in a hurry like she was in fact meeting the president and not just our president, pushing her hair behind her ears in a gesture that was equally awkward and sexy as hell.

“Nice to meet you, Mr Fang.” She thrust out her hand, and for a second, it just sat there, in midair as we all stared at it. 

“Just Fang.” Finally, he took her hand, giving her the smile that was his namesake. One incisor was missing from his white smile, a stray fist to the face when he was prospecting many years ago and the other was capped with gold. “Well, I see what Havoc means about your mouth. You sound like honey girl.” 

I shook my head. For fuck sake, the old man was putting it on thick. 

 “It’s nice to meet you, Fang.”

“I hear you have got yourself into some trouble and need a little help whilst you are in town?”

Her eyes darted to me. 

“You can trust him,” I said softly, sliding into the seat next to her. This time I didn’t put my arm around her, though. There would be plenty of time for that later on. If she could stomach what we were going to suggest, of course.

“Yes.” Her eyes lowered.

“You do realise that this is some serious shit, right? That Havoc is putting his own life on the line for you?”

“Yes, sir.”

Jesus.

 My dick twitched in my jeans. 

“He’s already made it known that you are his woman; you ok playing that part until we can sort this out?” He drummed his fingers on the tabletop. Waiting for her to lift her eyes to him. 

“If I can just get my stuff, I can leave. I was planning on being on the next flight out anyway.” 

I felt sorry for her. She was still hopeful that she could leave all this nastiness behind her. 

Fang, on the other hand, didn’t give two shits for her delicate feelings. “Sweetheart, it’s much too late for that. You wouldn’t even get to the airport, and if by some miracle you did, you wouldn’t get home. They would pick you up, and you wouldn’t even know it until it was too late. Best if you stay with us for a few weeks. Let us put the word out. Find out what’s going on.”

“Ok.” She seemed to slump in her seat, all the fight going out of her. “Can I at least go and grab my clothes?”

He looked at her and then at me, and then he laughed. “Sweetheart, you’re dumb as shit, so it’s a good job you’re pretty. You’re marked. You don’t go anywhere near that hotel. You don’t go anywhere near Havoc’s asshole of a brother.” He paused. “What you do is behave and act like his woman. Is that easy enough to understand?” 

Yeah, there was no sugarcoating shit with Fang. He said it how it was and didn’t care if it hurt your feelings or not. 

“Yes.” 

“Can you act like his woman? Can you make it believable? Or are you going to fuck it all up when he kisses you in public?”

Fucker, like anyone had ever shied away from kissing me.

She glanced at me, and for a second, her eyes lingered on my lips.  “I’ll do what’s needed.” She finally said.

“How about when he puts his hand between your legs? Are you going to be able to handle it, sweetheart?”

Her shoulders straightened. “Is that really going to be necessary?”

“Probably,” I admitted with a grin. “If we want to be believable.” Not sure that was going to be such a hardship, and I was positive I could get her to enjoy it. 

I was betting I could have her eating out my hands soon enough. 

“Fine.” She sounded resigned. “Like I said, I’ll do what’s necessary. I just want this over so I can go home and forget any of this ever happened.”

Maybe a man with feeling would have been hurt by a tone, but I wasn’t most men. And I most definitely didn’t have feelings. I would protect Darcie because she needed protecting, and I was a sucker for a pretty face and hips that I couldn’t keep my hands off, but I would make her say her thanks on her knees with her pretty English lips around my cock.