Page 5 of Havoc
Chapter Two
Rock
“I need you darling
Come on set the tone
If you feel you’re falling
Won’t you let me know” – Ed Sheeran
My phone buzzes.
Chrissy: Fine, you damn stalker. I’ll meet you and explain to you exactly where I see this thing going. Come to the diner at seven.
I have never had a woman piss me off and turn me on at the same time like she does. When Megan first introduced us, she was so forward it threw me off. Sure, girls throw themselves at us a lot in the club, but Chrissy was different. She was blunt about wanting me and she had so much confidence. It was sexy as hell.
That first night I had her was like talking a damn drug. I was addicted and all I could think of was the next time I could have her. I’ve tried to be patient and play by her rules, but they’re getting old really quick.
I’m sick of waking up and her being gone. The fact that she won’t come to club parties with me, or even be seen with me in general gets to me. It’s almost like she’s embarrassed of me somehow and that shit makes my blood boil. Tracker’s girl, Megan, has been trying to explain it to me, but pretty soon I’m not gonna give a damn about her reasoning.
I walk to the backroom since Pres called church.
“Listen up. We have some assholes who think they can run shit through our territory without askin’. Not only that but they’re selling in town.” He looks around the table. “Fuckers are going to learn quick that this shit does not fly.”
We all nod. I’ve only been at this MC for a few months but I have so much respect for Pres. A few of us were in another MC that had decided to go after this club. We actually had no idea what was going on, we’d been left at the clubhouse fucking clueless. When Pres and Torch showed up, they offered to let us transfer or we’d be disposed of. It was an easy choice for me.
I loved the life.
This place is so much different than my last club and I had no idea I could love it more.
“I am gonna assign brothers to keep watch on the routes. When these assholes make their next run, we’ll be ready and show them what happens when you transport and sell where you don’t belong. When you get a text, you get your ass to the route.” We all nod in agreement. We can’t let this sort of disrespect go on.
“That’s it for now. Everyone keep your phones on.” He bangs the gavel and everyone gets up.
I walk up to Tracker. “I’m heading out to dinner. Let me know if you need me for anything.”
“Good luck, brother,” he says with a laugh.
His old lady, Megan, is Chrissy’s best friend, so he’s watched me drive myself fucking crazy these past couple months. Heading out to my bike, I can’t stop replaying what I’m gonna tell her. I climb on and make my way to the diner.
She wants to tell me where she sees this thing going. I’m telling her that this thing is going in the direction of me taking her as mine, putting my patch on her, and making sure that everyone knows it.
Every time I’m near her I want to have my hands on her but she’s so damn hot and cold. Not only that, but once we’re in public she completely acts like we don’t know each other.
This time she won’t get that chance.
I get to the diner early and sit in the back booth where we usually eat. My leg bounces nervously and I try and shake myself out of it. What the hell has this girl done to me?
“Excuse me?” I look up to see a blonde standing at the table.
“Yea?”
“Are you Rock?” Her teeth bite her bottom lip as she looks at me.
“Guilty. Do I know you?” My eyebrows fall together in confusion as I try to place her.
She smiles at me before sitting down in the booth. “I’m Jackie, your date.”
