Passion.
Passion and violence.
It was weird to think of him as a young boy, and I desperately wanted to see those pictures. I wanted to see what he was like before life had jaded him.
He didn’t say anything for thirty whole seconds, just stared at me.
“Just get fucking ready, Darcie.”
Oops seemed like I had struck a nerve.
Chapter Seven
Havoc
Iwatched her as she gazed around the small run-down house that had been my childhood home.
I had a lot of memories here. Some of them good, most of them bad. And it felt strange to have a stranger, a woman no less, looking around, running her fingertips over the sides covered in the framed photographs. Leaving trails in the dust.
“Is this your mum?”
For a second, I could do nothing but stare at her as she stood there awkwardly with the photograph in her hand, and my heart hammered in my chest.
This was a bad idea. I hated being here, but I hated anyone else being here more. Especially her. “Yeah.” I plucked the frame from her hands, setting it back down where it belonged.
She had to stop touching things; otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to cope with her being here.
Something so sweet amongst all the nightmare memories of my past.
“Stop touching my stuff.” I didn’t mean for my voice to come out quite so angry. I definitely didn’t mean to cause the fear that swept into her eyes.
“Your mum was very beautiful.” She said it quietly, her hand kind of hovering in the space between us. As if she didn’t quite know what to do with it. “You look just like her.”
“Are you saying I’m beautiful?” I forced the anger down. She didn’t deserve it. I didn’t even know her, and I knew she didn’t deserve it.
“I think you’re a bit too manly to be called beautiful.” Her eyes flicked up to my face and then back down again, suddenly awkward.
“So you don’t think I’m hot?” I stepped into her space. And she took a step backwards.
I made her uncomfortable, which was good. It was much better than her making me feel uncomfortable. “Darcie?”
“You know you’re hot Havoc; you don’t need me to stroke your ego. I have a feeling it’s big enough already.”
Moving my hand, I curled it around her hip. Those god damn hips made my mouth flood with saliva. I squeezed softly.
“Do I make you nervous?”
She was definitely feeling something. I had been around women for long enough to know when they were nervous. When they felt that spark of attraction and were fighting it.
“I’m pretty sure we have had this conversation before.” She whispered it, that sweet lilting voice husky as she tipped her chin upwards, her eyes meeting mine.
Yeah, we had had this conversation before. And I was all for having it again if it ended the same way it did then.
“Yeah, but you can refresh my memory if you like?” I pulled her towards me. Bumping my hips against hers and loving the ways her eyes widened.
Jesus H Christ, I wanted her.
“Where’s the bedroom?” The corners of her lips tugged upwards—a smile playing across her face.
