I stared at him. This was a different Havoc to the one I knew. Colder, harder.
The real biker was coming out now. And I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not.
“You’re right, I shouldn’t expect a say in your life Havoc.” Somehow I kept my voice soft. I kept the tears that were threatening to overcome my eyes at bay as well. “I don’t have that right. But I can’t be involved with someone who lies to me. I’m sorry but I can’t. You have your rules and I have mine.” I moved towards the door.
“Darcie.” His hand reached for me. “That’s not what I meant. I don’t want to fight with you.”
Pausing just long enough to look over my shoulder at him, I smiled. “I know, and I don’t want to fight either. I’ve had a nice time here Havoc. I really have. I’m going to go and say goodbye to Maggie and thank her for having us. I’ll pack my things in a second.”
“I’ve already packed them Darcie, but...baby?”
I heard him call after me but I didn’t look back and I didn’t answer him as I headed downstairs.
Maggie’s head rose as I took the last step and the sadness in her eyes was crystal clear.
“Darcie…”
“It’s ok, I just wanted to say thank you for…” A single tear slipped from my eye and I wiped it away angrily. I didn’t even know why I was so upset. It hadn’t even been a fight. Havoc had barely even raised his voice.
“Don’t give up on him Darcie, he can talk without thinking sometimes but he always does what he thinks is right.”
“I know, he’s a good man.” The sarcasm in my voice was clear. “And one day…” I shrugged. “I can’t be with someone who lies to me. Not after Lucas.”
She didn’t say another word, she just stared at me. “It’s not my place to try and talk you around, you’re a grown woman. But I think you are making a mistake.”
“Maybe, but maybe not.” Reaching down I hugged her tightly. “It’s been such a privilege meeting you Maggie, I will remember this place forever.” I didn’t say that it was time to go home. I didn’t need to. She could already tell.
Now all I had to do was find the right time to tell Havoc I was leaving.
Chapter Twenty Two
Havoc
Something had changed, shifted. The heat between us had turned cold. Darcie was mad at me, I knew that. Just like I knew she would have some trust issues after what my brother had done to her but what I couldn’t understand was why she was giving me such a hard time. Surely she must know that if I was keeping things from her then it was for her own good?
I was glad when we finally pulled into my drive, because whether she liked it or not we needed to talk. And this time she was going to listen.
If I had to shake her to make her listen then I would.
“How’s your back?” My hands were firm on her as I pulled the helmet from her head. Her movements were stiff, her face twisted in a grimace as she tried to stretch it out.
Darcie didn’t even glance up in my direction. “It’s fine.”
Sighing I reached for her, bringing her flush against my body. My hands kneaded the flesh of her lower back. “No, it’s not. You were so stiff on the way back, I missed you.”
Finally, her eyes lifted. “I was right there.”
“No you weren’t, you were miles away. I missed the feeling of you pressed against me. I like feeling your soft…”
“Yeah I know what you like Havoc.”
I groaned loudly. Running my hands through my hair. “Jesus woman, you really are trying to start a fight, aren’t you?”
“Not trying to start anything Havoc, I’m just tired and…” Her face softened and for a moment she relaxed against me, her cheek pressed against my chest.
Sighing, I tightened my grip on her. “You drive me crazy Darcie Summers, you know that right?”
“I know and I don’t mean…”
