Page 1 of Havoc
Prologue
Chrissy
When you laid your eyes on me, you was excitedAnd I was the fuel to your flame, I ignitedThen you stole my heart, that's the heart of a lionSo fuck all this shit, let's just start up a riot – Fall Out Boy
I pull into the MC lot excited that Megan finally invited me to one of these. My current guy is starting to get a little clingy and tonight I’m in the mood for something rock hard and wrapped in leather.
Megan and Tracker climb off his bike and start walking toward the door. I catch up with them, then my eyes meet with one hot piece of ass.
“Who’s that?” I ask Megan.
She laughs. “Girl, we haven’t even gotten inside yet.”
“I couldn’t care less.” My eyes go back to the walking wall of muscle. “That is one fine piece of jean-covered ass.” I watch as he ends his call, tucking his phone away and starting to walk inside.
“Rock.” Tracker’s voice calls out beside me.
He turns and I’m met with piercing green eyes. “What’s up, Tracker?” He nods at Megan, and then his gaze stops on me. “And you are?”
“Your next adventure.” I wink at him. “And you’re about to be my greatest mistake.”
The look on his face is priceless. It’s like a mix of shock and excitement. “Well, let’s get the fuck to it then.” He grabs my hand and pulls me inside.
People are scattered all around the room.
Rock pulls me down a hallway and then stops at a door. “Listen, you need to know that just because we fuck, that does not mean I’m gonna put my patch on you.”
I laugh. “I’ll pretend I even know what that means. Now just so you know, no matter how good this pussy is, it’s a one-time deal.” His mouth drops a bit as my hand snakes around him and opens the door. “You good with that?”
“Fuck, yea.”
