Page 31 of Havoc
My wrench slips off the bolt when I turn it too far, and my fist slams into the ground, splitting the skin on my knuckles.
“Fuck.” I can’t get a grip.
And I have a bad feeling that once Aimee finally opens up to me about what Titan really wants from her, this festering anger will only get worse.
At least Ghost is the one who debriefed her this afternoon. He’s good at keeping emotions out of a situation unless it involves Luna, so he might have had a better chance of getting Aimee to open up. When I try, all she does is fight with me.
And I fight right back.
I can’t help it. Arguing is better than nothing at all. If the past decade taught me anything, it’s that I don’t care that she disappeared and broke my heart; I still need her.
I pick up my phone and am met with an empty screen. Ghost texted that he was done talking to her about an hour ago, but he was late meeting Legacy to help him out with something, so he said he’d talk to me later. I wish he was done already so I could do what I’m good at—plan the mission.
I’m better with an objective.
I never liked Aimee’s father, but at least rescuing him gives me something to focus on. Sitting here imagining what she said to Ghost is driving me out of my mind.
Outside the garage, a bike rumbles to a stop. I push off the concrete and spot Chaos climbing off his bike.
“Come to get your hands dirty for once?” I smirk, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Fuck no.” He grins. “I’ll never understand why you’d rather be here than at the strip club.”
I shake my head, not bothering to explain. While strippers are what Chaos uses to escape, sex has only ever been a means to an end for me. A way to take the edge off and forget about the shit in my head. After Aimee, I never saw the point in a relationship. Especially with the example my father set growing up. He ran through women like he ran through booze, and nothing good came out of any of it.
“Slow day?” Chaos circles the vintage car I’m rebuilding, looking around at the empty garage.
“The guys finished up, so I sent them home.”
“So you could brood all by yourself?” He smiles, leaning against the car.
“I’m not brooding.”
He hums, clearly not believing me.
“How’s shit with your brother?” I change the subject.
Chaos thankfully lets it go. “It’ll be better after I run a few things past Steel.”
“Like what?” I hitch an eyebrow.
“Don’t worry about it just yet.”
“It’s my job to worry about it.”
“And you do that well, Havoc.” Chaos slaps me on the shoulder. “I’m gonna miss you shuffling around like a ball of constant fucking stress.”
“Why are you going to miss me? Are you thinking about leaving Vegas?”
Chaos’s grin falters. “Not permanently. But the only reason this shit with Kincaid is so difficult is because he’s there and I’m not. The lawyer said I have a better chance of claiming my rights to the land if I take a trip back.”
“Are you ready to face all that?” After all, I’m not the only one with an alcoholic father and a childhood stained in bloody memories.
“Have to be.” Chaos crosses his arms over his chest. “I need to sort this out. Hopefully Steel understands.”
“He will. You’ve done enough for the club.” Like going to prison so no one else would take the fall. “Just come back, okay?”
“You can count on it. Can you imagine Steel having to run Sapphire Rise long-term? How the fuck did he survive when I was locked up? I’ve never seen anyone so miserable looking at tits and ass.”
