Chapter Ten

Havoc

I hated having him here. In my kitchen with his eyes on her. It didn’t matter that she was dressed like a homeless person; part of me hated the fact he was looking at her like her sweat pants were see-through lingerie.

He was the god damn Judge. Although judge, jury and executioner was more like it. If he decided that Darcie was guilty of crossing the family, even by association, there would be very little the club or I could do about it.

“The Judge?” Her voice didn’t shake like I had expected it to. She was either oblivious to the danger she was in - and if that was the case, I was glad of it - or she was a real good actress. “Is that like your road name?” She gave me a look, a question clear in her eyes, and I gave her the smallest of nods.

His laugh was condescending. “Do I look like a biker to you?”

She didn’t say a word as she pushed the bacon from the pan onto plates. “No, you definitely don’t look like a biker. Havoc definitely doesn’t take as much care of his appearanc