Havoc isn’t.
“You can’t fix me.”
I snuggle in closer and close my eyes. “Who said you’re broken?”
As I drift off to sleep, I swear Havoc kisses the back of my head. I smile into the dark and slip into my first peaceful sleep since the night my father was shot.
12
HAVOC
Kerri is wrong.
Dangerously wrong.
I’m broken. Ruined on a cellular level. Damaged goods. A fucking psychopath. I belong locked in a padded cell. That cell tossed in a hole so deep not even sunlight can touch it. If it wasn’t for the Unholy, for the…work…I do for Crow and the organization, I’d be a mindless hunter—and anyone who crosses my path would be the unlucky prey.
A drug overdose sent Alice Taylor to hell three years ago. She died alone, choking on her vomit, with her favorite crack pipe dangling from her lips. Emmett, that motherfucker, is still alive. He’s kept himself hidden, but we’ve kept an eye on his family, waiting for him to surface. To eventually fuck up. Crawl out from his hole, and when he does, we’ll be there.
To rip the soul clean out of him and send that child-fucking prick to hell.
But last night, with Kerri, that shit wasn’t there like needles in my brain. All that mattered was her. Her tight, wet warmth around my fingers became my everything. Chased away every dark thought and evil deed I’ve thought and done. I should have slid my dick in her. She wouldn’t have stopped me. But once I started touching her, I couldn’t stop. Once her hands were on me, I didn’t want her to take them off me. Her body is so soft, so delicate.
So perfect.
And so fuckingmine.
Kerri spent most of the night either in my arms or draped across me. I can’t deny I enjoyed having her there. And Christ, she’s beautiful when she sleeps. Seems there’s always something new for me to appreciate about her whenever I look at her.
Like now, with the morning sun filtering in through the windows, casting a muted glow across her perfect face. The cut on her forehead is almost healed. That’s the only evidence left of the night she was nearly killed—not counting my rage whenever I think about how scared she must have been when the motherfucker tried to murder her.
She’s tucked against me, with her blonde hair a tangled wreck. The rest of her is hidden beneath the blanket. I’m reluctant to move. I don’t want to wake her, but I need to pee like a goddamn racehorse.
However, Kerri is a light sleeper, and as soon as I shift, her eyes fly open. Her smile fucking blinds me. “Good morning.”
“Morning.”
“Sleep well?” Her voice is groggy, and she gazes at me with an almost dreamy expression.
If this is what it’s like to wake up beside her, I can get used to it, and that’s a problem. “Yeah, but I gotta get up.”
Kerri laughs and untangles herself from me. “Hurry. I have to use the bathroom, too.”
I freeze mid-move. “You go first.”
She shakes her head and hunkers deeper under the blanket. “No, it’s fine. I’m not ready to surrender this warmth.”
I don’t think before I do it. The kiss just happens. A peck on the forehead before I head to the bathroom. Embarrassed by the impulsive action, I head out of the room like my ass is on fire. I finish fast, and after she’s done in there, Kerri meets me in the kitchen, where I’m already making coffee.
Only she can make a flannel button-down look elegant as fuck. She sidles up beside me and hip checks me. “So, last night. Are we going to talk about it?”
“No.” If she wants conversation, she’s got the wrong person.
Kerri slides her gaze over me. As if she doesn’t know what she does to me when she looks at me from under those thick, black lashes. Fucking tease. “Okay, so it’s the elephant in the room. Good to know.”
I lift a brow at her retort. “That’s not what I meant.”
“No, it’s fine, Havoc.”
