Page 16 of Havoc
Chapter Seven
Rock
“Who knows the secret tomorrow will hold?
We don't really need to know
'Cause you're here with me now, I don't want you to go” - Jonas Blue
I pull into the clubhouse exhausted from the run. I love being on my bike but everything is so tense right now. We all need to have eyes in the back of our heads because whoever these assholes are, they could strike at any point.
Pulling in I see Tracker outside. I texted Chrissy a few times but barely got a response from her. After I get some sleep she’s my first stop.
“Everything good, brother?” I give him a nod.
“Yea, I’m surprised to see you here. Thought you’d have raced over to your girl’s house once you got back into town,” he says as he’s walking to his bike.
“Why would I do that?”
He stops and looks over at me. “Shit, you haven’t heard?”
“Start talkin’ fast.”
His hand scrubs over his face. “Some shit happened at her work yesterday. I don’t know all the details. One of the dads lost it during a visit and roughed her up pretty good.”
I’m on my bike before he can even finish. Multiple images run through my mind. She’s hurt. She didn’t call me. I push my bike to twice the speed limit needing to be at her place yesterday. There are so many emotions swirling through me. I’m pissed the fuck off that she didn’t tell me, I’m also livid that some asshole touched her. She’s mine and it’s my job to protect her.
I pull into the parking lot for the building and take the stairs two by two. Not even bothering to knock, I open the door and get even more annoyed that it’s unlocked. I’ve been telling her every damn day to keep this shit locked.
Chrissy walks out of her bedroom, letting out a yelp when she sees me standing there. “Jesus, knock next time maybe?”
“If the damn door was locked then I’d have to knock.”
Her eyes narrow at me. “Don’t start with me Rock, I’m in no mood.”
That’s when I really look at her. The whole right side of her face is purple and the corner of her mouth is swollen. As she takes a few steps I see that she’s favoring her left side. I walk toward her and she freezes. Lifting the hem of her shirt I see a matching bruise on her ribs.
She pulls her shirt from my grasp and yanks it down. “I’m fine. It looks worse than it is.”
“You’re not fucking fine. Why didn’t you tell me what happened?” I try and keep my tone level but it’s hard.
“Because it wasn’t a big deal and I didn’t want to worry you over nothing.” She turns away from me but I catch her arm.
As much as I want to pull her to me, crash my lips against hers, and make her realize how this works, I can’t. “This ain’t nothin’, babe. Some asshole thinkin’ it’s okay that he puts his hands on you ain’t nothing. When I claimed you, it was a message to everyone that you’re mine. Mine to have, to keep, to protect. Comin’ back and hearing this shit from Tracker ain’t right. I should have heard it from you.”
She pauses and then nods her head. “I’m sorry.”
I pull her to me slowly and enjoy the feeling of her pressed against me. “And start locking the goddamn door.”
She laughs and then looks up at me. My thumb brushes over her cheek and she winces.
“What happened?”
She takes my hand leading me to the couch and then goes through the whole story. I could have lost her. One more second and that asshole could have pulled the trigger. “Where is he now?”
“Mr. Cane? He’s in jail, the officer’s bullet hit his shoulder.” She lets out a sigh. “My supervisor called me and told me to take the next week off and someone will cover my families. She also informed me that I’ll be getting information to appear at the trial. I know I have to do it, but part of me doesn’t want to see him again. The way he looked at me, how easily he shot her mom, it was scary.”
“Don’t worry about it. Fucker won’t make it to trial.” I stand up walking into one of the bedrooms and pulling out my phone to call Brick.
