More than life itself.
My heart clenches, and my gut flips at Leeva’s question as I stare at her. She’s almost eighteen and is still as innocent and pure as she’d been at twelve when her grandpa, Livewire, brought her to the MC compound.
Someone like Leeva shouldn’t be around me and the Havoc Guardians, even though her grandpa is the VP. She was raised as a good girl and lived in a cozy house with law-abiding parents. Until that house burned, taking her parents with it. Leeva now lives with her aunt and uncle on her father’s side. However, Livewire lost his only child when Leeva’s mom died, so he ensured he had as much time as possible with his granddaughter. Since I saw her that first day when he broughther to the MC compound, she’s been part of my inner circle. Ash, Bane, Digits, and Pix are my crew, and Leeva hangs out with us, but she’s mine. My best friend. My everything.
Right now, Leeva lies beside me, staring up at the stars. She’s so goddamn beautiful—with her amber eyes and raven-black hair—it takes my breath away. As a ballerina, she’s fought the changes her body wants to make and the curves that are trying to emerge. She restricts what she eats to remain thin; way too thin, in my opinion. I wish she’d let nature take its course and let the curves that I suspect she’d have bloom to life.
She shifts beside me so our shoulders touch, my hand so close to hers. I want to pull her into my arms. I want to roll over so my body covers hers. I want…
I push the inappropriate thoughts about my best friend away.
But other thoughts push in.
Ones where I’m dominating her, and she’s submitting to me. Ones where I’m fucking her mouth while fucking her with a dildo. Ones where she’s walking around naked in my home, there for me to use whenever and however I want.
I squeeze my eyes shut against the intrusive, deviant thoughts of my little dove. Not only do I want to make love to my best friend, but I want to defile her in sick ways.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
“What’s wrong with you?”
Leeva’s question echoes my own, and I inwardly panic.
There’s no way she can know. Right?
“What’s going on with you lately?” She pushes up onto her elbow, looking down at me.
“Nothing,” I mutter.
“Come on.” She nudges my shoulder. “You always talk to me. What’s bugging you?”
“Nothing.”
A flash of hurt crosses her beautiful face, then she smiles. “Fine, be that way, but let’s go back to my question of whether you love me or not.”
“You know I do.” I stare up at the girl who is the center of my world. My universe.
“Then tell me where Guerilla went.”
“No.” I sit up so suddenly, she falls back so I don’t crash into her.
Fuck I hate my brother Harrison.
He’s four years older than me and has always found a way to fuck me over and try to keep me down with a boot on my neck.
Zeus tells me it’s because he has an inferiority complex when it comes to me—and that was made apparent when he became a patched-in member of the Havoc Guardians. Usually, when you’re assigned your road name, you don’t get to pick it, but somehow, he convinced Razor, the sergeant-at-arms, to let him be named Guerilla.
I already have my road name, even though I’m not eighteen yet and not old enough to be patched in. I’ve always wanted to join the military like my maternal grandpa, and once I’m old enough to enlist, I plan to serve two terms before I come back to the MC. However, years ago, Zeus decided to call me Army.
So, Harrison wanting the name Guerilla… Yeah, that was intentional.
Guerilla. As inguerilla forces: combatants who fight against the more traditional military foe.
Army vs Guerilla.
Like everything in our lives, Harrison pitted us against each other.
And now he’s going after what’s mine. Leeva.
