Page 109 of Havoc
By the time my boots reach the front steps, I find my center.
My peace.
Everyone splits off in different directions as we storm the clubhouse.
The LA chapter is already here, spreading out. One group, led by their president, Blaze, sweeps right, while the group with their VP, Sage, goes left. I head straight to the hallway—to the one place I know Titan will be keeping Aimee.
His room.
Soul stays at my left and Ghost at my right as we head down the hallway. We sweep each room we pass, leaving patch bunnies or general staff unharmed, and calling for members to help get them out. Most started running at the sound of gunshots, but a few are too drugged to know what’s happening.
While we plan to shoot down any Iron Sinner on sight, most of the women aren’t here by choice. Which is whythe Santa Fe chapter’s orders were to stay outside and get the innocents out of here.
Gunfire rings through the hall as an explosion comes from the fence line. But I keep my gun lifted and my focus on the door ahead, surprised to find it unguarded.
There’s no loyalty among Titan’s men. They’re too selfish to actually care about the well-being of their president, so I should have expected them to abandon their posts in the chaos. He rules with fear, and right now his men are drowning in it.
When I reach the door, I try the handle and find it unlocked.
Quickly, I shove the door open, sweeping into the room with Soul and Ghost. We fan out, and the first person I come across is Anderson, who is chained to the floor in the corner. He’s unconscious but breathing.
When I turn, I spot Aimee, and my heart stops in my chest.
My gun slowly lowers.
She’s sitting over Titan, covered in blood. His eyes are empty and vacant, and she’s staring at him. There’s a bloody knife gripped firmly in her hand, and she’s so still, it’s like she’s barely breathing.
I tuck my gun away and hurry over to her. “Aimee.”
Her name snaps her out of her trance, but when I reach for her arms, she begins to wail and fight. The knife in her hand slashes through the air, barely missing me.
I take a step back before she cuts me, and I hold my hands up. “Aimee, it’s me, Levi. You’re okay.”
She flails her arms once more, still straddling Titan’s bloody body. Until her gaze locks on me and she instantly stills. Her fingers unclench, and the knife clatters to the ground. Her lips part as the first tear streaks down her blood-stained cheek.
“We’re going to clear the hall.” Ghost and Soul must have found no other threat in the room because they rush to help those struggling in the hallway.
But I don’t leave Aimee. I don’t dare even break her stare as I take a cautious step forward.
“I’m here.” I carefully approach. “I’m here.”
Aimee blinks, and another tear rolls down her cheek. It’s the only sign she’s feeling anything as her expression remains blank.
When I finally reach her, I squat down to bring myself to eye level.
“It’s over.” I hold out my hand.
She reaches for me, but the moment her eyes fall to my hand, she seems to realize where she is because she looks down at Titan, dead beneath her.
Aimee jolts back, almost falling as she hurries to climb off Titan’s body. She pushes her hands under her and scoots until she’s on the ground beside a trapdoor that seems to lead to a tunnel.
The scene becomes clear to me then. He must have tried to get her out when he first heard gunshots, so she took matters into her own hands.
“I—” Aimee stares at Titan, her breath racing. “I killed him. He would have killed me. He wouldhave—”
She stumbles over her words. Not finishing any thoughts as her eyes dart around the room.
“You did the right thing.”
