“You think I don’t know that?” she hisses.
“Then fucking help me figure out who did this!” Havoc snarls.
I stand up and stomp over to him. “That’s enough. I get you’re freaked, I am too, but do not speak to her like that.”
His eyes narrow as he leans closer, but before he can say anything, Kruger runs in.
“Found something, Pres.”
Havoc’s head snaps around. “What is it? You get this asshole on camera?”
“Nathan’s still reviewing the footage. Found this in the driver’s foot well.” He’s holding a note in his hand. “Probably placed on the dash for us to see but slipped off.”
“What’s it say?” Citi asks as I move next to Havoc to read it.
Have you found my wife yet?
Perhaps this will incentivize you. Perhaps it won’t. Maybe next time I’ll have to be a little more brazen, after all, it was so easy to slip through your defenses. Find Lilac and return her to me, and all of this will stop. Or ignore me, and I’ll pay this little family another visit, then move on to the next. You have a baby at the clubhouse now, don’t you? And who doesn’t love babies?
“Havoc, what does it say?” Citi persists.
Havoc looks at me, a fire of retribution burning in his eyes. “It’s club business, Citi.”
She laughs—a wretched sound that brings tears to her eyes—and has us all turning to face her. “So it wasn’t me who put us in danger like you thought, huh, Havoc? It was you—or, should I say,the club. And instead of telling me what’s going on so I can protect myself and my daughter, you’ll hide the truth from me, even though you weren’t the one targeted. We were.”
“Citi—” he starts, but she swipes at a tear that slips free and turns away.
“Get out. All of you. Just go away and leave us alone.”
My eyes close in defeat as I feel everything unraveling. I walk over to her and cup her jaw, forcing her to look at me. “I am not leaving either of you.”
“No point in putting yourself in danger, Ambros. Don’t worry about us, we’ll be okay. It’s not the first time I’ve faced a psycho, and only one of us lived to tell the tale.”
“I’m not leaving the woman I love to deal with this on her own. Fuck that and fuck you for thinking I would.”
She freezes, her mouth falling open. “You love me? You don’t even know me.”
“I know everything that matters. Damn fucking right, I love you. Now, you’re going to give Star to me, while you go pack a couple of bags for both of you. I’ll get Con to box up the rest and bring it over.”
“Over where? I don’t understand.”
“To my house. I want you both with me, where I can watch over you and keep you safe.”
She bites her lip, looking around the room with an air of mistrust, before focusing back on me. She squares her shoulders and nods. “Okay.”
“Good girl. Now I’m going to take Star. You go do what you need to, then we’ll take her up to the hospital and get her checked out, to be on the safe side.”
“I texted Hannibal. He said that if her breathing and pulse are good, she’s not in any immediate danger, but get her checked out anyway. Most likely, she might wake up feeling a little nauseous and won’t remember anything,” Con offers. I wonder how Con has Hannibal’s number.
“Okay, thanks, Con,” she tells him softly, as I take Star from her and pull her to my chest.
Con walks over and takes Citi’s hand. “Come on, I’ll help you.” She looks at his hand for a beat before slipping her smaller one into his. He looks at me for a second before I give him a nod, and he leads her away.
I turn to face Havoc, trying to keep my temper in check. “I need to use the truck to get her home, so make sure they have everything they need from it.”
“You think this is a good idea? They can stay with me and Nevaeh.”
“I get you have a position you have to maintain Havoc, but you’d have to be nuts to think she’d agree to that right now.”
