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Never in a million years had I thought I would see her again. Even when the name Iris had been dropped into conversations about the girls the Savage Sons had rescued from the human trafficking ring, I hadn’t batted an eyelid. There were loads of Iris’ in the world. The one I knew hadn't been the kind of girl to be snatched. She was safe and happy in her little corner of England. Where she belonged.
To find her there, covered in Maggie's blood, had nearly floored me. It had come a lot closer than Havoc’s punch.
But it was the hatred in her eyes, the way she had snarled at me not to touch her that I couldn't shake. She had every right to be pissed at me. I had ghosted her. Any girl would be angry. But it wasn't anger I had seen flashing her eyes. It had been hatred. A burning hot hatred.
After five years, most girls would have gotten over it. They would have moved on.
So, why was Iris still bitter?
Unless something else was going on.
The chair creaked under me as I risked a glance across the waiting area at her. She was sitting as far away as humanly possible and hadn’t once even glanced in my direction. She made a point of not looking anywhere but at her shoes.
Being ignored by her was hard, especially when I had so much to talk to her about, but it was a damn sight easier than having her glare at me. Or threatening to cut my cock off.
We stood up at the same time when Havoc appeared.
“How is she?” Iris spoke first. Her voice was shaky.
I wanted to touch her, to tell her that everything was going to be ok. I had fucked up when I had put my own selfish needs above her and Maggie's safety, but it wouldn't happen again. Not now I knew she was my Iris. But something stopped me from opening my mouth.
“She’s fine.” In three strides Havoc was across the room. He crushed Iris’ tiny blonde form to his chest and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “She’s fine thanks to you, Iris. She wouldn't have made it if you hadn't been there. Maggie told me what you did.” He held her out at arm’s length. “I owe you, Iris.”
She shook her head. “No, you don't.”
“Yes, I do. Maggie is the only blood family I have left. Consider your daughter found. I won't stop until she's back with you. I owe you that much at least. No one should lose their own family.” His hands tightened around her upper arms. “So, you have my word that Violet will be found.” He smiled fondly.
“Thank you, Havoc.”
“Now go in and see Maggie, she wants to make sure you are ok. And once you are done, I’m gonna take you home so you and Darcie can rest, and you can shower and change.” His eyes slid from her to me and the smile slipped.
“Oh, and Iris?”
She paused, glancing over her shoulder at him.
“Did you really throw an angel at them and smash up their car?” There was a note of wonder in his voice. And pride too. He didn't even try to hide it.
“If I had thrown it earlier it might have smashed one of them in the head.”
“You fought off a car with an angel?” I felt like I was missing something. A really big something by the sounds of it, because I was totally lost as to what they were talking about.
“A cement angel. The one from Maggie’s front porch,” Havoc snapped. There was no sign of the genuine warmth he had shown Iris when he looked at me. “She threw it after them, and then drove Maggie here herself when the ambulance took too long. Maggie would have died without Iris today. No thanks to you.”
“Havoc, I screwed up. I know that, but you also know I love that old woman like a mother. If I had thought there was danger…” I shrugged. My words sounded too much like excuses. And I didn’t want to disrespect him more by making excuses. I had fucked up and an elderly woman had been shot because of it. “I fucked up, and I will take whatever punishment you and Fang want to dish out.”
“Good,” Havoc sneered. “Because Fang is downstairs waiting for you.”
“Look.” The word left my mouth in a rush. Fang straightened himself to his full height which was still a good three inches shorter than me. “About what happened. I will...” I knew Fang would make me hurt for not following his orders and I was more than willing to take any punishment he wanted to give out, but the look on his face wasn’t angry. Although there was a hint of that in his eyes as well. Instead he looked thoughtful.
“Why does the girl think you killed her father?” His words were quiet. There were too many people milling around the hospital for us to talk more openly.
“What?” I threw a glance at Havoc, who was staring at me with open hostility. “I don't know what the hell you are talking about. I haven't since I got here.”
“Iris and Darcie had a nice little heart to heart earlier. I don't know when you were going to tell me that the girl we were helping was THAT Iris, but it should have been brought to me straight away.”
Puffing out my chest, I met his eyes. “I didn't know it was her, Fang. Today is the first time I have set eyes on her in five years. Now what the fuck is this about me killing her dad?”
Fang jutted his chin towards Havoc who sighed.
