Page 5 of Cyber
From behind us somewhere, a female screamed for security, a nurse no doubt. I couldn't say I blamed her. In her position I would probably call out for help if two leather vest wearing bikers went at it on my ward.
“You were meant to be fucking watching her.” Havoc’s fingers tightened on my shoulders and there was nothing but pure rage in his eyes.
“I got side-tracked, but I was going.” I wasn't going to fight back if he wanted to hit me again. Hell, I deserved it. “No one thought for a second that...”
Havoc’s eyes darkened. “I thought. I knew,” he snarled. “I took out the head of that family, remember? Me and some of the boys. Of course there were going to be repercussions. Where were you then, huh? Getting your dick sucked by some SKANK?” His eyes narrowed. “That's where you were this time as well, wasn't it? Did my fucking grandma get shot because you can’t keep it in your pants?”
I couldn't really argue with that. And I wasn't about to lie to his face. He was right. I had fucked up.
Big time.
“You son of a bitch.” Havoc let go so suddenly that I stumbled back a step, knocking into a woman who had just appeared from the ladies’ room. She squeaked as I turned around and her hand clutched at her throat as she stepped back fast.
Bleach blonde hair hung limp around her face, the bottom of it wet and stained a watery pink. There were blackish brown stains on the front of her dress
Blood.
The tiny woman was covered in dried blood. Her hair as well. That's why it was wet. She had been trying to wash it out in the bathroom.
“You’re a fucking son of a bitch, Cyber,” Havoc muttered as he let himself fall into the seat next to Darcie. She wrapped her arms around him almost protectively.
A startled inhale pulled my head back around.
“It’s ok, love, no one’s going to hurt you.” The last thing I wanted on my conscience was terrifying some woman who had already been through enough.
She raised her face slowly to stare up into mine, the recognition clear as day in her eyes.
The breath left my lungs in a rush.
“Iris?”
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Iris
Cyber.
He had changed. A lot. But I would have recognised him anywhere. I knew that voice. The deep timber of it.
And the way he said my name when I finally lifted my head was exactly the same way he had said my name five years earlier. When he had crashed into my life and changed everything.
My whole world had imploded that night. Cyber had done that.
He had started me on this path. It was all on his impossibly wide shoulders. If he hadn't come that night, my parents would still be alive, and I wouldn't have spent years in absolute misery. Scared of everything that moved.
It was all because of him.
And it had all started by him saying my name in his deep velvet voice.
The exact same voice that he had just used.
My heart slammed into my chest, and I clutched my throat with my hand as memories of that night engulfed me. It was suddenly hard to breathe. Panic gripped me, making the edges of my vision turn black.
The darkness was threatening to overtake me. And this time I knew it would leave me a screaming hysterical mess.
I had been on edge for weeks, expecting to see him. I knew which club he had been affiliated with back then, and I knew who had rescued me from the clutches of a crime family that thought nothing of dealing in human trafficking.
I had been dreading it but expecting it. Hell, I had heard his name mentioned more than once. Every time someone mentioned him, they would glance up at me, gauging my reaction. It had made me suspect they knew some of my history with the man now standing in front of me.
