Page 18 of Havoc
Chapter Eight
Chrissy
“The world can be a nasty place
You know it, I know it, yeah
We don’t have to fall from grace
Put down the weapons you fight with” - Selena Gomez
It’s been a week since everything happened with Sophia’s parents. Her mom died from the gunshot wound, and my supervisor hasn’t updated me on her father yet. Today I am having lunch with the rest of the girls from the club. Rock told me to call them the old ladies but I just can’t. I mean these guys couldn’t come up with a better name for us? My phone buzzes and I look down at it.
Megan: Hey, I’ve been sick all morning. I’m not going to make it, but you should still go. Start making yourself a part of the club.
I so want to cancel. I have seen the girls around and said a few words to them but I don’t know them. I was dreading this lunch before Megan cancelled on me, now it’s ten times worse.
Me: Just so you know, you suck.
I grab my purse and head out to my car. Pulling out of the lot my phone rings. I almost don’t answer it until I see my it’s my supervisor, Sharon. “Hey.”
“Chris, I just wanted to call you because there has been a sudden change in the Cane case.” Just hearing his name makes my stomach turn. “It seems there was a fight in the prison and Mr. Cane got in the middle of it. He was stabbed and passed away shortly after.”
I gasp.
Oh my God.
Rock set that up.
I know he said he would. I guess I just thought it wouldn’t really happen. I’ve just seen the power and reach of the club firsthand.
“Are you there?” she asks, her voice concerned.
“I am, sorry. So does that mean I don’t have any more obligations as far as the case?”
“Correct, you have already written the reports and filled out the forms, so now it’s over. Put this behind you and I’ll see you later.”
“Okay thanks, Sharon.” I hang up and as I pull into the lot of the restaurant I can’t make my body move.
He had him killed.
Not that I think the world won’t be a better place without him, but knowing that I was a direct cause of it is really screwing with my head. A knock on my window makes me jump so high I hit my head on the roof.
“You gonna sit out here like a zombie or you want to come have a couple drinks and some food?” I recognize her from the club. I think her name is Nikki and she is the Pres’s old lady.
I shut off the car and open the door. “Sorry my head is all over the place today.”
“All good, that’s me every day. I swear my kids sucked any brain cells I had out when I gave birth to them.” She shakes her head with a laugh.
“How many do you have?”
“Two and as much as T wants more, I don’t know that I can handle them. My son, Carter, is four and my daughter, Shaina, is almost two going on twenty-one. Carter stomps around the house like he is a carbon copy of his dad, even told me the other day his sister’s skirt was too short. Shaina is my mini-me, asshole attitude and all.
I look over at her not used to hearing moms talk so bluntly about their kids.
“Get used to it, if you can’t call your kid an asshole to your friends, then they aren’t your real friends. Wait until you and Rock start. They’re all cute when they’re little. Then they start walking and talking, and you’re screwed.”
I laugh as we walk into the restaurant. I see a table with some other girls from the club and Nikki walks me over. “Girls, this is Rock’s old lady Chrissy.” They offer me a wave and a few smiles. “This here is Izzy, she’s Pres’s sister and she’s with Lady. Tracy is our resident bitchy older sister and she’s with Torch. Lucy is our bleeding heart and she’s with Jordan. Last you have Jaz and she’s with Cutter.”
