Chapter 5

Chapter Five

Havoc

I stand, leaning against the shack, waiting for G. I know he’ll turn up at some point. Amity could have died because of these assholes, and after what went down on the movie set, I think the man needs somewhere to channel his anger.

Closing my eyes, I think back to the tiny woman who came tearing into the clubhouse earlier and grin. I can’t believe she’s here. I’d just about given up on finding her, and then she came strolling into my clubhouse smelling like cupcakes and looking like a sinner’s wet dream.

I still remember that night, the memories are so vivid it’s like she’s right beside me. After years of wading through shit, she’s like a breath of fresh fucking air that I so desperately need right now.

Hearing footsteps, I stand up and smirk when G rounds the corner.

“Am I that predictable?”

‘No. I just know this is exactly where I’d be if Amity were mine.”

He folds his arms across his chest. “You gonna stop me?”

“I’m gonna help you. The way I look at it, both of us have a hell of a lot to gain from watching these fuckers die.”

“I think I’m going to like having you as my president,” he jokes as he walks inside. I follow behind him, groaning at the smell of shit.

“I’ll remind you, you said that,” I laugh, knowing we’ll likely butt heads somewhere along the way.

We stand next to each other, taking in my two former brothers, who look pitiful, chained, facing each other on opposite walls.

“Acid and Knuckles. Good to see you, brothers. Khan told me you came to welcome me back into the Raven Souls fold.”

Acid tries to lift his head but fails. Knuckles eyes dart my way before they flick to the door. I grin, knowing there is no escape for them.

“Listen, man, it wasn’t personal…We were just following orders,” Acid says as G walks toward him.

“Oh I don’t know about that. It was very fucking personal to me. That was my old lady you almost fucking killed. It was my brain that could have been splattered all over the road.” G snarls down at him.

“We thought you were Havoc!” he yells when G presses his boot to Acid’s stomach wound. He squeals like a pig before passing out.

I look at G and chuckle.

“He thought you were me?” G frowns.

“Maybe he was drunk.” I shrug. “I haven’t seen either of them since I was sent to prison. I’m a hell of a lot bigger than the man they remember. I used to be around your size.”

“The tattoos,” Knuckles mumbles. “We heard he had tattoos.”

I shake my head. “So they heard through the grapevine I’d gotten some new ink. And they put two and two together and got forty-six.” I summarize.

“That’s flimsy as fuck. You’re not buying this, right?”

“He always was as dumb as a rock, so I won’t rule it out. It’s more likely they spotted you and Amity riding past and couldn’t miss out on an opportunity to fuck shit up. I don’t think they cared who they hit. Maybe they thought you’d kick me to the curb if I brought nothing but trouble. Either way, Acid admitted that they were sent here to take me out. I’ll be damned if I know why, though. I’m the one who was fucked over, not the other way around.”

“I doubt we’ll get the answers we need from these two. They’re too far down the food chain to know anything.”

“Agreed. So, on that note, there really isn’t much need to keep them around. Which one do you want?”

He walks over to Knuckles with a feral grin on his face. “He shot Amity. I want him.”

“He’s all yours. Might want to take your cut off for this. I have a feeling it’s going to get messy.”

I stalk over to Acid and wrench his head back, making him whimper. “Not so cocky now, are you? We were brothers once so I’m going to go gentle on you. You know, I almost feel bad. Khan sent you down here to your slaughter, and you’re too fucking dumb to realize.”

“He trusted us.” Acid chokes out.

“You’re expendable, you fucking idiot.” I shove him back as I release him and walk to the trunk in the corner of the room. I grab a tactical knife and grip it with my teeth as I slip my cut off and hang it on one of the hooks on the wall. I ignore the screaming coming from the other side of the room and focus on Acid, who can’t look away from the carnage.

“Fuck you, Havoc. Fuck you.” Acid spits as he fights against his restraints, but he has no strength left.

“You don’t like seeing what G’s doing to Knuckles, huh? Well, let me help you with that.” I thrust the blade into his eye, carving into the muscles surrounding it until I can rip the eye out. There is no finesse, and by the time I move to the next, Acid has puked all over himself and passed out. I start whistling a merry tune as I remove the second eye, noting the screams from the other side of the room have stopped.

Once the eyeball pops out, I pick up the other one from the floor where it fell and shove them both into his mouth.

Happy with my work, I contemplate what to remove next when I notice the asshole isn’t breathing. I feel for a pulse and curse when I realize the motherfucker is dead.

“You always were a fucking pussy.” I spit on him, watching it drip down his face before I turn and walk over to G, who has turned Knuckles into some kind of human jigsaw puzzle.

“Remind me not to piss you off.”

He looks over at Acid before cocking an eye at me.

“He dead?”

“Fucker’s heart gave out. Pussy. I think it’s safe to say Knuckles is gone too.”

“Not sure I could find his pulse to check, even if I wanted to,” he jokes.

“I’ve heard of rest in peace , but never rest in pieces ,” I say, looking at the carnage.

“I don’t envy the prospects cleaning this up.”

“If this doesn’t break them, they’ll stand a good chance of getting patched in.”

“Agreed. But I might just sweep up what’s left of Knuckles and put him in a sandwich bag or something. Because I’m nice like that.”

I laugh, shoving him to the back of the room, where the hose is. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll sweep him up and get the prospects on the rest of the mess, and you head back to Amity. It’s been a long fucking day, and she might wake up needing you.”

He strips down to his boxers and grits his teeth as I spray the hose over him.

“Nevaeh’s with her right now, but you’re right. I need to be there. I feel like I’m going to crawl out of my skin the longer I’m away from her.”

“It’s probably gonna feel like that for a while,” I warn him as he slips his cut over his damp skin.

“So, Nevaeh? That’s her name?”

“Shouldn’t you know the name of the woman you’re going to marry?”

I glare at him until he sighs.

“Fine, yes, it’s Nevaeh. I gotta ask, Havoc. And I’m not trying to be a dick here, but what exactly do you want from her? She’s not like Lola. She’s a good girl. Hell, her father is a pastor, for God’s sake. If you just want someone to fuck, grab a bunny. Nevaeh isn’t that girl, and she never will be.” He opens the door and walks out before turning to look back at me as I stand in the doorway. “She’s Amity’s best friend. I know, ultimately, you’re going to do what you want, but I’m asking you not to go there. If she gets hurt, it’ll hurt Amity. And she’s been through enough.”

Yeah, that’s not going to happen. “And what about what Nevaeh wants?”

“She’s a virgin who has next to no life experience. She doesn’t know what she wants.”

“No, she’s not.”

“Not what?”

“A virgin.”

“She is, Havoc. She wouldn’t lie about it. It’s not her style.”

“I’m not saying she’s lying. I’m saying she’s not a virgin. Not anymore.” I cross my arms over my chest and wait.

“What’s that supposed to— Ah, fuck.”

He storms off, leaving me grinning. I like G, but nothing, and nobody is going to stand in the way of what I want.

And what I want is the taste of cupcakes on my tongue.