I laughed. “Don’t stop. Things were just getting good.”
“That sassy little mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble someday.” He turned me to straddle him and moved us to the wall. Then to the floor. By the time we both found release, there were books everywhere, my chair was broken, and I had hardwood floor burn on my back (which I didn’t even know was a thing), but I felt at peace for the first time in days.
Three days to be exact.
“Sorry about your chair,” Havoc said, collapsing beside me and tucking me under his arm.
I giggled. “No, you’re not.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, you’re right. I like fuckin’ you until we break the furniture. How about you? How do you feel? Better?”
I took a deep breath and blew it out. “Yeah. I’ve still gotta kill Wesley, but at least I can think to come up with a plan now.”
“I think they call that pre-meditated, babe.”
I didn’t care, because now I knew what the lying little weasel had done. “He bugged my apartment. I have to figure out how and where.”
Determined to immediately rid all traces of Wesley, I tried to get up, but Havoc wouldn’t release me. “Let me handle that, babe. I have some brothers who worked in intelligence in the service. They’ll sweep this entire place and make sure it’s clean.”
“You trust them?”
“With my life. And they know their shit. They’ll be far more thorough than you and I would be.”
“Thank you.” I took another deep breath. “I’m sorry I didn’t trust you, I just…”
“Shh.” He pulled me against him and kissed my forehead. “Trust is earned. You can’t force that shit. I’ll earn it, Jules. Or…” He flashed me that sexy smirk again. “I’ll fuck you into submission while we break the rest of your furniture.”
Cocky. I liked it. Kissing him on the chin, I said, “Promises, promises.”
Havoc
MORSE AND TAP, two of my club brothers, arrived shortly after Julia and I cleaned up the mess we’d made of her bookstore. Except for the chair, since it would take a professional to fix the leg we’d broken. The guys pulled out their equipment and went right to work, finding ten hidden cameras between Julia’s apartment and bookstore. With her arms wrapped around herself, she stared in horror at the pile on her kitchen table, swearing up a storm.
“You should call the authorities,” Tap suggested. He’d been an intelligence officer in the Air Force and knew his way around most high-tech equipment. He plucked a dime-sized disk from the pile, studied it, then flipped it through his fingers. “This is some good shit. Newer tech. Expensive. Can’t be too difficult to track back to the original purchase.”
“It won’t matter,” Julia replied, her gaze still locked on the pile like she couldn’t believe it and was waiting for it to sink in. “Even if Wesley was stupid enough to buy these himself, our families have ties with most of the judges in Seattle. No charges will stick.”
I draped an arm over her shoulders and pulled her against me, trying to reassure her. “He’ll slip up. Everyone does. We took down the Kinlans, remember?”
“With an overwhelming amount of evidence, an FBI team, and a ton of witnesses who were being sex trafficked. These are just cameras.” She gestured at the pile and shuddered. “Just the creepy, disgusting, perverted, twisted way my ex has decided to keep tabs on me. That’s all. I still can’t believe you found one in my bathroom. What kind of depraved degenerate wants to watch people use the toilet? This is… unfathomable. How did he even get in here? How many times has he been in my home? What else did he do while he was in here?” Her gaze finally left the pile of cameras to dart around the apartment as she transitioned from shock to freak out mode. “I need to call a locksmith and change the locks and bring in security. How did he get past the alarm?”
She was spiraling, and there was no way I could leave her here alone. Squeezing her against me to remind her of my presence, I kissed her forehead and said, “Go put on some jeans and boots and pack a bag. You’re staying at my house tonight.”
It was more of a demand than an invitation, and Julia’s disobedient nature picked right up on it. She looked up at me with an argument on her lips, but relief in her eyes. She needed an excuse to give in, and I was more than willing to oblige.
“If I have to take a shot at this motherfucker, I’ll do a hell of a lot more than graze his ass. And your dad’s not gonna do shit to keep me out of jail. Come with me, or I’m camping on your doorstep with a shotgun.”
She met my gaze. “Someone will call the cops.”
“Ask me how many fucks I give.”
“Okay, I’ll go. But only because I want to be the one who puts a bullet in his heart.” With that, she spun around and walked out of the room.
“Damn,” Tap said, watching her go. “I don’t know whether to be turned on or terrified.
Julia was in a fresh shirt (after I ripped her last one off) and the tight skirt and heels she’d been wearing when I showed up. Nothing Tap needed to see, especially not with the way he homed in on her ass. I stepped in front of him, blocking his view. “Go with terrified. But not of her.”
The side of his mouth turned up in a smirk as his gaze met mine. “You laying claim, brother? I don’t see a property patch on her.”
