Page 21 of Havoc
“I’d say I’ll fuck you up if you lay a hand on her.” I clap Soul on the shoulder. “But the girl is fully capable of doing that herself.”
Which is one more reason I’m so damn obsessed with her.
At the west edge of the Twisted Kings property line sits the neighborhood—a collection of houses for members who have families. Steel and Legacy spend most of their time there, and Ghost is planning to build something for him and Luna soon. The neighborhood is a convenient way for the club to protect their own, while separating family life from the parties that rage at the clubhouse.
I’ve never wanted a house in the neighborhood myself. Never had a reason for it and never cared to be that separated from anything happening at the club. But as Aimee stops in the doorway to my room at the clubhouse, I wish I had something more to offer her than this cramped space.
“Sorry for the mess.” I kick a shirt out of her path, realizing what a disaster my room is.
“It wouldn’t feel like your room if it wasn’t messy.” She looks around. “Remember that truck you used to ride around in?”
“Only because you wouldn’t get on the back of my bike.”
She shakes her head, but she knows I’m right.
Aimee always refused to ride on the back of my bike when we were younger. She said it was for safety reasons, but I saw through her excuses. Aimee was worried about what would happen if her father caught her because, as free-spirited and strong-willed as she is, he was always her weakness. Much like the club is mine.
“You can have the bed.” I tip my chin at it. “The sheets are clean.”
I hate that I need to say that.
Even more, I hate that she doesn’t so much as react.
It’s not like we’ve ever been anything more than friends. And I don’t owe her anything when she was the one who disappeared. But I can’t help the guilt that swells when I consider all the things I’ve done over the years in her absence.
“Where are you going to sleep?” Aimee tosses her bag onto the bed.
“Legacy never uses his room at the clubhouse unless he and Reagan are having a night out. He’s fine with me crashing there for now.”
“I can always stay in Legacy’s room so I don’t kick you out of your space.”
“It’s fine.” The thought of Aimee staying anywhere in the clubhouse that isn’t my room feels wrong. It’s already hard enough to let her out of my sight after what happened tonight.
“You’re probably tired, so I’ll let you get some sleep.” I clear my throat. “But tomorrow we need to talk.”
“About what?”
“You know what.” I sigh. “I get you don’t want to let me in, but I can’t help you if you don’t.”
“I don’t need your help.”
“Really? Because seven Iron Sinners showed up at your doorstep tonight. Titan doesn’t put his best men on a mission that doesn’t mean shit to him.”
Her jaw ticks at his name.
“I’m not judging. I just need to know what I’m stepping into here. What kind of trouble you’ve gotten yourself into—”
“I didn’t get myself into shit.” Her tone is ice-cold.
“I didn’t mean it like that.” I hold my hands up, treading carefully. “But you need to set your stubbornness aside for five seconds and realize I’m just trying to help.”
Tears paint a glassy sheen over her eyes, but she blinks them away.
“Please, Aimee.”
She doesn’t meet my stare as her lips press tight. But she nods once, letting me know she at least heard what I said.
“I’m right next door if you need anything.”
