Havoc

****Welcome to book 12 in the Snakes Henchmen MC series! Here begins the Next Generation of Snakes Henchmen! This book will include subjects that can be upsetting for some, but there will be trigger warnings when and if needed. The book will be free to read, and all I ask in return is that you leave comments :) I hope you enjoy Havoc's story! Wynter “Would you like anything else?” I ask. He smirks at me, and even though I want to tell Havoc to get lost, I don’t. I don’t know why he can’t take no for an answer, but he’s starting to wear me down. Havoc and I have a history that can’t be denied. When I walked away from him all those months ago, I thought that would be the last I saw of him. Once I told him who my father was, and I saw the look of disgust on his face, I knew we were over. It wasn’t Havoc’s fault. Everyone gives me the same look once they find out who my father is. That is the reason I try to keep what he did to myself. No one wants to be friends with the daughter of a serial rapist slas.h murderer. When I met Havoc, I had no idea what would transpire between us. I thought it would be one night, one hot night of passionate se.x, and that would be it. However, one night turned into two, two turned into seven, and I slowly fell in love with him. When he told me that he loved me in return, that my feelings for him weren’t one-sided, I thought, ‘This is it. I’m finally going to mean something to someone. Havoc won’t look at me like I’m filth on his shoe once he finds out who I really am.’ But that’s precisely how he looked at me, and it broke me. I don’t know why he’s back in Nookridge when he should be in Bardsville doing whatever the hell it is bikers do, but he’s been coming into the diner I work at every day for the past three days. He’s always with another guy I’ve heard Havoc call Cormack. I’ve been polite to the man, but I’ve never engaged in conversation with him. Why should I? We broke up, and we are not friends. I don’t even know how he found me here. I’ll admit that my heart skipped a beat when he first walked into the diner. I still love him, and I think I always will. However, there is nothing between us any longer, and Havoc is now beginning to get on my nerves. “For you to come home?” That both seemed like a question and an order. Havoc smirks and raises his eyebrow cockily. I swallow hard and shake my head. I’m not going anywhere with him. I made it clear months ago that Havoc and I were over. He left me alone all that time, respecting my wishes. So why turn up now and demand that I go with him? Havoc doesn’t really want me, but he’s trying to stake his claim, nonetheless. It’s a cliché that he doesn’t want me, but he doesn’t want anyone else to have me either. Why on this earth he’d think I’d be running around with every Tom, d**k, and Harry is beyond me. I don’t have the time or the energy to sleep around. “We need to get out of here, Brother,” Cormack states. “I’ve got a wedding to organize.” “Wait.” Havoc doesn’t take his eyes off me, even though he’s addressing his friend. “Wynter, I’m not leaving here without you.” “I’m not going anywhere with you, Havoc.” He grabs my hand. I look down at them and sigh. I want to wrap my fingers around his, but where would that get me? That’s why I pull my hand from his. “What the hell is going on?” I’m not surprised that Cormack is confused. I doubt Havoc has told anyone about me. I was Havoc’s secret, and no one knew about me. He didn’t tell the members of his club; he didn’t even tell his family about me. Who the fuc.k wants to be somebody’s secret? If a person loved the one they were with, they would never feel the need to hide them. I bet Havoc was glad he did. That way, he didn’t have to tell them about my past. Havoc is saying something to his friend, but my eyes lock on the two men getting out of their car. I swallow hard because they’re here for me. It didn’t take them long to find me this time. I hadn’t realized that I was backing away, but I notice Havoc looking at me as he gets out of his seat. He narrows his eyes, looks out the window, then watches me run from the room. I need to get out of here before they catch up with me. I don’t know what they want, but I will not wait around to find out. Luckily for me, I keep a packed bag wherever I go. It became a habit after my father was arrested. As soon as people find out who he is, they tend not to want me around. Having a bag packed with the essentials means I can make a quick getaway. Believe me, it’s happened more than once. I grab the bag from my locker, remove my apron, and pull on my jacket. I don’t have time to let my boss know that I need to leave. I won’t even be able to collect my pay, but I can’t think about that right now. Money is just money, but my life is something I cannot mess around with. I turn to leave and startle to see Havoc standing there, staring at me. “What’s going on, Wynter?” “I have to get out of here.” I try to move past him, but he blocks my path. “Please, Havoc, I have to go.” “Those men out there were asking for you. Who are they?” “I don’t have time for this. If they find me, they’ll...” I swallow hard. “They’ll what?” I shake my head; I don’t have time for this! Havoc sighs. “What have you gotten yourself into?” “Nothing. Please, just let me out.” If I don’t get out of here right now, those men will find me! They’re not going to wait for me to get back to work. They’ll come back here and finish what they started. Havoc takes my face between his hands, his eyes searching mine. I know he can see the fear I’m feeling swimming in my eyes. He looks behind him to make sure no one is coming, then he takes my hand, and I have no choice but to follow him. Havoc leads me out of the back entrance. How he even knew which way to go is a mystery to me, one I’m not about to ask. I’m not a weak woman, but I’d be a liar if I said that I didn’t feel sick right now. I’m scared we’re being followed, and I’m afraid those men are going to kill Havoc for daring to touch me. I don’t know why I think that. I don’t know who those men are or what they want. But I have this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach that they have something to do with my dad. That’s why I won’t wait around. Anyone associated with that man is no one I want to meet. “Put this on,” Havoc hands me a helmet from his motorcycle. I take it, wondering why he parked so close to the back entrance. He takes my bag, lifts the bike seat, and drops the bag inside. “Put it on, Wynter, and get on the back of the bike.” “You don’t need to do this, Havoc. I can take care of myself.” “Get on the bike, Wynter.” I want to tell him to go fuc.k himself, but I can’t afford to right now. I’m not about to turn down help when I need it. I’m not that stupid. I look behind me to make sure those men aren’t following us. They aren’t, so I put the helmet on and climb on the back of Havoc’s motorcycle. I watch him make a phone call, telling his friend to get his ass here now. It’s not a minute before Cormack walks around the corner and mounts his motorcycle. Havoc climbs on in front of me and starts the engine. “Hold tight, darlin’.” I swallow back the nervous lump in my throat and wrap my arms around Havoc’s waist. I sense his smile when his hand covers both of mine. I’m so nervous that my whole body is shaking. I can’t seem to calm myself down. Havoc rides on in front of Cormack, who appears to be staying behind us to make sure no one is following. I look back, but I don’t see anyone. Thank God.