Page 41 of Wreaking Havoc


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Julia’s brow furrowed. “You want to put them back up? Why?”

“We’ll monitor the feed. Make sure he doesn’t try anything while you’re working. Also, I’m putting a man on you.”

Her gaze snapped to mine. “Who?”

Something about her tone and reaction set me on edge. “Probably Stocks, why?”

Her gaze fell to my chest. “No reason.”

“We said no lies, Jules. What happened?”

She snuggled closer to me, splaying her hand across my chest. “Please just let it go.”

“Emily?” I asked, shifting my attention to her. “Did something happen today that I need to know about?”

The girls shared a look and I got the feeling neither of them would tell me shit. Thankfully, they didn’t have to, because Bull stepped in. “Buddha was hitting on her. Emily told him Julia was with you, but it didn’t stop him. He wouldn’t leave her alone until I stepped in. A couple of the other guys heard him, too.”

“Motherfucker.” I couldn’t do a damn thing about Wesley right now, but Buddha hitting on my woman? That was something Icouldhandle. I sprang to my feet, setting Julia down.

“Stop,” she said, stepping in front of me. “He’s your brother. Don’t go and do something you’ll regret.”

The look I gave her should have made her cower in fear, but Julia’s eyes darkened with lust instead. If I wasn’t so pissed, I’d carry her ass upstairs and fuck that out of her, but Buddha had disrespected me, and I couldn’t let that shit slide. Sidestepping her, I headed for the back door.

“Isn’t anyone going to stop him?” Julia asked, sounding frantic.

“Nope,” Link said, standing. “Wasp and I will follow him and make sure he doesn’t take shit too far, but this is between the two of them. Buddha should have backed off the second Emily told him to, but if he thinks he’s man enough to take on Havoc… who are we to stop him?”

“Buddha needs to be taught a lesson,” Wasp added.

I couldn’t hear anything else, because blood was rushing to my eardrums as I entered the station and headed upstairs to Buddha’s room. I didn’t bother to knock, and he hadn’t bothered to lock his door, so I got an eyeful of a club whore named Kim going down on him as I stormed into the room. The door slammed against the wall, getting his attention.

“What the fuck, man?” Buddha asked over his shoulder.

“Kim, find somewhere else to be,” I growled.

She released his cock and stood, squeezing past me to scurry out the door.

Buddha tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up, backing away from me toward his bathroom. “I had no idea the broad was yours, Havoc. She wasn’t wearing a property patch.”

His lies were making the edges of my vision blur. I stepped forward, ready to lunge for him. If he thought he’d make it into the bathroom and lock me out like a pussy, he had another think coming. “Bullshit. Emily told you what was up and you kept talking, disrespecting me in front of my woman and my club. You think I’m gonna let that shit slide?”

He took another step back, his hands raising as his gaze scanned the room. The motherfucker was looking for a weapon. Sure enough, he reached for some sort of trophy on the top of his dresser. I sprang forward, tackling him as he grabbed it. He swung at my head and I blocked, taking a hit across my forearm. Blood pounded in my ears and my vision went red. I ripped the trophy from his hand and threw it across the room before nailing him with an uppercut to the jaw. His head fell back, smacking against the hardwood floor as he brought his hands up to protect his face. Fine with me. Buddha had a nice round beer gut that made a great target. I punched him in the side, gaining a grunt before he recovered and tried to take a swing at me.

“You wanna hit me?” I asked, standing and gesturing him forward. “Get your ass up and do it.”

Watching me, he stood, raised his hands, and hopped around like we were about to box. I welcomed it, wanting a fight. A challenge. I didn’t want to beat the shit out of him, I wanted us both bloody. He wanted Julia. Wesley wanted Julia. I needed someone I could sink my fists into. I didn’t want to give in to battle rage. I wanted to remember every single swing, so I could feel like I’d done something to earn her, but the bastard wouldn’t stop bouncing around.

“Fuckin’ hit me, you pussy!” I shouted.

He struck with a left hook. It barely grazed my chest as I stepped back.

“That all you got?” I asked.

His face was red. Good. I wanted him angry.

“What’s wrong?” I took a jab at his face, but he blocked me. “Can’t find your own woman?” Another jab. He easily swatted it away. “Don’t you have any balls, Buddha?”

He barreled into me, swinging wildly. He nailed me in the ribs, and I returned the favor. He took a swing at my face and I leaned back out of his reach. I checked his shoulder, and the motherfucker tried to swipe my legs out from under me. Steadying myself, I landed another right hook to his jaw and he wobbled back and forth, and then crumbled. The asswipe was out like a light, and it pissed me off because I wasn’t finished with him.