Chapter Twenty Four

Havoc

There were too many people milling about in my house. Their loud voices pierced my brain, bringing me back to reality when all I wanted to do was forget. It seemed that most of the Savage Sons were in my living room talking loudly and arguing with each other. Maggie had called them in and of course, they had come.

The damn club would do just about anything for my grandmother. Partly through respect; she had been a fixture in their lives for years, and partly because everyone was a little scared of her. They didn’t call her Mayhem Maggie for no reason.

With them all being here, and Darcie’s name being spoken every other word it was impossible to forget her. And not even the drink was helping. The one time that being able to handle my liquor was a curse.

Darcie had left me. She hadn’t said goodbye she had just snuck out like a thief in the night

She had… I slammed my closed fist down onto the wooden countertop, loud enough that the talking in the next room fell silent. Sighing