Page 86 of Havoc
“I get it.” My nose scrunches, and Chaos and Soul burst out laughing. “I’m starting to wonder how you ever get a date.”
Soul leans back, scanning the room. “I don’t date. I just fuck.”
“Mr. Romantic.” I roll my eyes just as Levi’s arms sweep around me from behind.
He buries his face in my neck and kisses the side of my throat. “How is it you always find yourself with these assholes?”
“Aimee can’t resist my glowing personality,” Soul answers for me, and I just shake my head.
“Or my good looks.” Chaos winks.
“Oh yeah, that’s definitely it.” I grin up at Levi, shaking my head. “Good morning.”
“Good morning.” He plants a kiss on my temple, holding my back firmly to his chest. “I see you’ve joined the madness.”
“The bed was empty. What else was I supposed to do?” Biting my lower lip, I rock my ass back to tease him, and he groans.
“I had to get some work done.” Work he doesn’t seem thrilled about since his jaw tightens as he considers what he could have been doing instead.
“Already disappointing your woman, Havoc?” Soul chuckles, taking a sip of his beer.
Levi glares at him, but I’m the one who claps back.
“Says the guy who can’t get a woman to spend more than one night in his bed?”
“Who said that’s their choice?” Soul winks.
I shake my head, and Levi lets me slide from his grip so I can circle the bar to get a bottle of water.
“You know what they say about egos, Soul.” I rest my elbows on the other side of the bar.
“Enlighten me.”
My gaze skims down to the mistletoe on his shirt. “Make sure it’s not bigger than your cock.”
He tips his head back in a laugh. “Not a problem, sweetheart.”
I shrug, glancing at Levi, who is smirking at me.
“I like you, Aimee.” Soul leans forward on the bar, tapping his beer bottle on my water. “You’re feisty. I hope you give my boy Havoc hell.”
“I definitely do.” I circle the bar again and slide onto the stool between Levi and Soul.
Chaos is at Soul’s other side, talking on the phone. He’s not as outwardly social as Soul, but he’s generally in good spirits. So when I notice the serious expression on hisface, I can tell something is weighing on him. To the point where he barely notices Wren stopping at his side in a low-cut dress, holding out a decoration.
“Help me with the star.” She nudges his shoulder.
He finally hangs up and shoves the phone in his pocket as he agrees to help her. But when they walk away, tension continues to ripple off Chaos’s shoulders.
“You didn’t warn me it gets so festive around here,” I say to Levi, taking a sip of my water.
“Figured I’d surprise you.”
“Consider me shocked.”
Not just because of the decorations, which would never be hung at the Iron Sinners compound, but because of the camaraderie of it all. How everyone comes together to do this. Members, prospects, patch bunnies. Like a leather-clad family on Christmas morning, getting into the spirit of the holidays.
“A stool, really?” Soul yells across the room as Chaos drags a stool toward the twelve-foot tree.
