“Who are you? Are you his new mommy? Havoc would fall for a woman like you. Rich. Pretty. You want to protect the kid, hand me your purse, and I’ll go away.”
Never give a person like this money. It just makes them come back again, asking for more. “No. But I will call the police.”
“You must not know Havoc very well. He hates the cops. But neither of them are here. Give me your bag, and I won’t hurt you or the kid.”
“No. You won’t hurt the kid.”
Her brittle laughter hurts to listen to. “You think you can stop me. A fancy woman like you. I’ve lived on the streets. If one of you doesn’t hand me money and that bag right now, you’re going to be in a world of hurt. I’ll rip up your face first, so Havoc won’t like you anymore. What do you think about that? Ready to give me what I want?”
“Don’t even think about it. You know what my father will do to you?” Creed tries to push me behind his back, but I stand firm between him and the threat. There’s no way I’m letting this woman hurt Creed again.
We’ll see how much I really learned from Leonie and Winnie when it comes to self-defense. I really should have tried harder during those lessons.
A truck roars down the street, coming to a stop in the middle of the road between the two houses.
Havoc jumps out with a gun tucked into his pants, a clear warning that he means business.
Would he shoot her?
I would if she tried to hurt Creed…I don’t think a father would hesitate for a second.
“You were warned.” Havoc seemingly ignores us and walks up to the woman.
“You can’t deny a woman the right to see her kid.”
“I told you what would happen if you came back here again. If you got anywhere near my son ever again.” The rage in his voice is second only to the pain.
“I was trying to help.”
Havoc snorts.
“I really was. He wanted me to threaten you. To warn you, but if you give me money, I’ll run. I’ll tell him you’ll leave him alone, and I’ll run.”
What?
“Who wanted you to threaten me?”
“I don’t know his name—”
“Tell someone else your stories. Go away before I blow you away. Don’t think I’ll hesitate to do it. Creed.”
“Yeah, Dad?”
“Get her out of here.”
Her…Havoc means me. “I’m not leaving.” Maybe a stranger will stop Havoc from doing what he’s talking about before he regrets it.
“Creed, carry her out if you need to.”
“He certainly will not. I’m too heavy.”
“You’re not too heavy for me.” A bearded man steps up.
How didn’t I notice him? The way he grins reminds me of the way Dylan described her husband. “Are you Rogue?”
“Pleasure to meet you, ma’am. It’s time for you to go. Now I can carry you out, which would leave my brother’s back undefended, or you can walk away and take the boy with you. Make sure he doesn’t watch his mother die today.”
The way he says that… “Let’s go, Creed.”
