“We’re getting divorced,” Havoc defends solemnly not looking her in the face but at his boots like they’re the most interesting thing out here.
“And your child? The kid should be what? Almost six now?” She’s rubbing salt all in his wounds. Is it horrible of me that I’m enjoying this woman standing toe to toe with my men who are twice her size? This wildcat can definitely hold her own.
“There was never a baby, but I didn’t find out until months after we trudged to the courthouse and signed a marriage license. She tricked me so that you would leave me. I only married her because I thought it was the right thing to do at the time. You’d already left and I was spiraling out of control. I knew that you were never coming back, so I decided that it was best for my child to have both parents in their life. She got knocked up two years ago.”
Raegan stares at Havoc for a beat processing his words then starts to laugh. And by laugh, I mean bending over at the knees laughing.
“Raegan,” Riot chides trying to help spare his best friend’s feeling.
“Sorry…sorry,” she recites trying to catch her breath. She straightens back up wiping the tears that have formed in her eyes from cracking up so hard. I try my hardest not to join in, but her laugh is so infectious. “So, let me get this straight. You married the bitch because I left, even though she meant nothing to you. Then you found out later, that she lied, tricked and manipulated her way into the marriage. Continued to stay married to the bitch, and if that wasn’t the icing on the cake, you still had a kid by her manipulating ass. Only to now, six years later, file for divorce. Is that about right?”
Damn, when she puts it like that, it does make him sound like an asshat. Why did he stay with her that long and put up with her shit?
“Raegan, you don’t understand, I was spiraling. Desperate for any kind of connection at the time when you left. Even if it came from Debbie.”
Raegan hauls back with cat like reflexes and snaps Havoc’s face to the opposite side.
Shit, I’m making mental notes to never piss this wildcat off, ever. Too bad we don’t patch in women, she would definitely make the team. I think she could even go a few rounds in the ring with me.
“Don’t you dare feel sorry for yourself, Beckett. We had a good relationship and you couldn’t keep it in your pants. You both deserve each other.” Raegan starts to shake out her hand, and I know she’s going to be hurting after the blows she’s delivering here tonight.
“Raegan!” Riot is now in front of her whispering something in her ear.
Havoc tries to move to her, but I place a hand on his chest stopping him. We don’t need the others coming out here to watch our VP get his ass handed to him. It’s already been one hell of a circus tonight.
“Raegan, please forgive me—” Havoc starts again, and I don’t think in the five years he has been in the MC I have ever heard him plead or beg someone. I know I’ve never heard such a soft tone with anyone other than his son. Havoc has always been a hard motherfucker and has never shown any type of weakness before. She must have been the reason for him turning to the MC. “You’re back now and I think this could be our second chance?—”
“No. You had your chance with me and blew it. Just seeing you makes my skin crawl right now. Nothing you say will ever justify your betrayal. I moved on years ago and suggest you do the same. I’m not the same girl who left here all those years ago, and you need to know that we’re never going to be together. I don’t trust you or anything that comes out of your mouth and never will.”
“Maybe we should take a breather. I’ll take her home, and we can all sleep this off for now,” I offer and Riot nods. “Come on, Wildcat, let me grab my keys and we’ll be on our way.”
With that I grab her hand wanting that feeling back that only she can give me and lead her towards the clubhouse. We walk past the bar and head to the door of the office. I notice Raegan looking around taking everything in as we pass through the rooms. For those who don’t know about our lifestyle, it can be really intimidating. She looks over every minute detail as if to memorize it for later.
The clubhouse has a full bar setup on one side of the room with tables and chairs around it. We also have three pool tables, a dartboard, and a poker table on the other side. Couches are littered throughout the room. The whores are barely dressed and have already started getting the night ready for the men.
When we step into the office, after closing the door behind me, I make my way to the desk where papers are scattered everywhere.
“I see you’re the neat freak of the bunch,” she jests playfully. I’m glad the mood is slightly lighter.
“Take a seat while I find the keys and put some of this stuff away.” I point to the chair across the desk.
“Sure you don’t want me to wait out at the bar so I can’t see or learn your secrets.” Her smile could light up our entire city block, and I find myself mimicking her.
There is no way in hell I’d let her wait at the bar with my brothers waiting to pounce on her. And certainly not with the club whores wanting to scratch her eyes out over jealousy over all the attention she brings.
“Think I’ll take my chances,” I say and she lets out a giggle which makes my heart soar.
Shit, Kane, get yourself together. She’s off limits now. We don’t need the president and VP feuding over a woman when we’re at the beginning of a war.
I need to fuck some pussy and relieve this stress, and get all thoughts of this brunette goddess in front of me out of my mind.
The door opens without a knock and we both turn towards it. Rocky, my baby brother, comes in with a plastic bag of ice.
“They said you hit your hand,” he acknowledges. “I think this will make it better.” He walks over to her and grabs her hand as gently as possible, then places the bag of ice on top.
She smiles up at him even though she winces at the pain. “Thank you so much for being so thoughtful.”
“My name is Rocky,” he tells her pointing at his chest then holds out his hand for her to shake.
