Page 12 of Havoc
Chapter Five
Chrissy
“You know just what to say
Shit, that scares me, I should just walk away
But I can't move my feet
The more that I know you, the more I want to
Something inside me's changed” – Hailee Steinfeld
I haven’t been to a club party since the night I met Rock. Considering I met him in the parking lot and we spent the rest of the night in his room, this is basically the first one I’ve been to.
Walking in I’m met with the smell of cigarettes and liquor, and I swear I can smell the testosterone in this place. I’m definitely an independent woman, but hell if I don’t love an aggressive man. I’m talking about a slam you against a wall, pull your hair, dirty talkin’ man.
The problem is they are always the ones who have a problem letting you walk away. My eyes scan the men here and I’m like a kid on Christmas morning. Knowing Rock isn’t here to screw up my good time makes me want to go even crazier. I walk toward a man who has the road name Brick on his cut. “Hey, you up for showing a girl where to get a drink and maybe some fun?”
He turns with a smile on his face that drops once he looks at me. “No, I’m good.”
I stand there unsure of what to do for a minute. I haven’t been turned down flat like that in a long time. Maybe he has an old lady or something. Walking toward another one called Storm I run my hand through my hair and shake off the last rejection. “So, you know anyone that can show me around? I’m new here and dying to see what these parties are all about.”
He turns just like Brick did, his smile fading just as quick. “Not interested.”
Jesus Christ.
What the fuck is up with these boys?
I see Megan and breathe a sigh of relief. “Hey girl, did all these boys suddenly decide to revirginize themselves or something? I just got shot down twice.”
Megan laughs and by the look on her face I know that I’m missing something. “Okay, come clean. What the fu—“
Strong arms encircle my waist, while a very familiar smell invades my senses. “Looking good tonight, babe.”
I narrow my eyes at Megan. “Stop laughing, traitor.”
I turn in his arms breaking his hold on me. “So, I tell you to leave me alone, you keep texting me. I tell you to stay away, you follow me. I tell you I don’t want to see you anymore, you trick me into coming to see you. You need me to write a message in the damn sky?”
He smirks at me and my hand clenches with the urge to smack it right off his face. Even I know doing that here would be a terrible decision. “I’m leaving.”
I turn but he grabs my arm and spins me toward him. “You have to stay for the announcement.”
He nods toward one of the other brothers who whistles and everyone gets quiet. “Tonight, even with the brewing chaos, we have an announcement for you all. Our brother, Rock, has officially claimed an old lady. She is now a part of our club, and our family. Her name is Chrissy and I expect you all to treat her as one of your own.”
My face immediately reddens. A small reason for that is embarrassment, the rest of it is from pure unfiltered rage. “You fucking did what?”
He is still smiling at me and this time I can’t control myself. I swing at him but he catches my hand before I make contact. Without saying a word, he bends down and quickly lays me over his shoulder. “Excuse us, she’s a little too excited. I’ll be back after I tire her out.”
The room erupts in hoots and hollering and my rage only boils more to an unhealthy temperature. I start pounding on his back hoping to cause some bruising.
“Get him, girl!” I hear Megan shout.
I love that girl but sometimes I want to dropkick her.
We head down the hallway and for a minute I curb my anger to take in the curve of his ass. I’ve never met a man with as juicy of a peach.
Focus.
