“One guy.On a Harley.Came out of nowhere.He clipped my back tire, sent me down hard.”Roach’s jaw tightened.“Before I could get my bearings, he was on me.”
Havoc curled his fists at his sides.
“He knew what he was doing,” Roach continued.“Knew how to hit.The bastard took my vest after.When I came to, it was gone.”
Havoc forced himself to breathe.“Did you see his face?”he asked.
Roach nodded slowly.“Yeah.Didn’t recognize him at first.But the patch...I know that patch.”
“What patch?”Havoc asked, though his gut was already answering.
Roach’s gaze met his.“Laughing jackal.”
The Steel Jackals MC.
Havoc closed his eyes for a second, a curse tearing through his head.
Hyena.The VP of that upstart crew had been sniffing around Devil’s Crown territory for months, pushing boundaries, testing limits.Havoc had crossed paths with him before.Once, years back, when Hyena had tried to poach a Crown-run chop shop.Words had turned to fists, fists to knives.Havoc still had the scar along his ribs from where Hyena had gotten lucky.
They’d never settled it, and now Ivy was in the middle of it.
“Fuck,” Havoc breathed.“I didn’t tell Ivy about him.Didn’t want to scare her.But I saw the way he looked at her in that art shop the other day.Like she was leverage he could use against me.”
That image snapped into place with horrifying clarity.The grin, Hyena waving at him.The way he’d walked away before Havoc could break his teeth in.
Havoc straightened, the decision crystallizing sharp and cold.
“Get some rest,” he told Roach.“You did what you could.”
Roach grabbed his wrist weakly.“Don’t go alone.”
“I won’t,” Havoc promised, though every instinct in him screamed to tear out after her immediately.
He forced himself to slow down and think.Charging in blind would get Ivy hurt or killed.He turned, already barking orders.“I want a crew, and bring Gizmo here.”
Chapter Eleven
