Leeva
ThechangeinHayesis instant. One moment, he’s looking like he’s going to drown me in pleasure and love, and the next, he’s the deadly, ruthless man I know he’s capable of being. He’s the Havoc Guardians sergeant-at-arms and road captain; the government-trained war machine. He’s a wild animal ready to rip an opponent—no, anenemy—to shreds with his bare hands.
The change is so shocking and intense that my only thought is,Guerilla is here. He’s found me and has come to take me away from Hayes.
But when my eyes follow to where Hayes is staring—at a man sitting at the bar, scanning the room—it’s not Guerilla. But I do recognize that man from somewhere; I just can’t place him.
Hayes spins us around, then we’re moving with his arm wrapped protectively around me.
“What’s going on?” I’m breathless, trying not to stumble in my stilettos.
Stupid, impractical shoes.
He doesn’t lead us toward the exit, though. Instead, we leave the main room of the club and enter what looks like a staff hallway. He pulls out his cell phone—as the owner of the place, he didn’t have to leave it in his locker.
“Riveria, I need you in the office. Right fucking now.” He disconnects the call.
“Hayes, what’s going on?”
He shakes his head, thumbing through his contacts while keeping a possessive arm around me and leading us through the labyrinth of hallways. He selects Ash’s contact. “I need an extraction. No one from the MC. Top priority. Hedon.” He listens to what Ash says, then gives a curt nod. “She’ll be ready. Tell them to call me when they arrive.”
Who will be ready? Me?
We hurry up a set of stairs, and at the top, Hayes punches in a code, then we enter an office. He rips his mask off, his ebony hair a bit sweaty and mussed, and I pull my mask off as well.
“What’s going on, Hayes? Who was that man?”
He paces, fisting his hands. “You didn’t recognize him?”
Then it hits me, but I can’t recall the man’s name. “He’s a member of the Havoc Guardians.”
“Not just any member. He’s Razor…Grinder’s father.”
“Oh shit,” I whisper, sinking onto the sofa.
I know who Grinder is and what happened to him. I know what Hayes had to do: mete out the punishment for Grinder’s sin because of their stupid, asinine,fuckedlaw.The same stupid, asinine, fucked law that Hayes is technically breaking.
I also know that Hayes doesn’t allow any members of the MC to have memberships here, and that only a select few even know that they own it.
The office door opens, and he whirls, pulling out a gun from inside his suit jacket.
Jesus Christ.
Riveria holds her hands up, her eyes wide with shock. “Army, what the fuck?”
He puts the gun in his waistband and jerks his chin at the door.
She closes it, glancing at me. “Hello, Kathryn,” she says, since we’ve met to do the intake interview for me to become a member of the club.
“It’s actually Leeva.” I wave my fingers in hello. “But hi.”
Her dark eyes move from me to Hayes. “What’s going on?”
“Why the hell is there a member of the Havoc Guardians downstairs in the main room?” he growls.
“There can’t be. I vet ruthlessly and religiously.”
“Then either one of the staff let him in, or he slipped in as a guest with another member.”
