Page 4 of Cyber
Except...
Except as the sergeant at arms of the Savage Sons, I had certain responsibilities.
Reaching for the phone, I stared down as his name flashed across my screen. “Don’t stop.” I ordered, guiding the woman’s mouth back to my cock. I was more than capable of doing two things at once.
“You’re going to answer that now?” Catherine whined, and my eyes flashed to her face as I pressed the phone to my ear.
“Havoc, what’s the problem now? That pretty English girl of yours decide she wants a real man in her bed?” I laughed at my own joke but my eyes narrowed on the woman in front of me. “I said suck.”
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. A silence that stretched on so long that I thought the phone had gone dead.
A female voice spoke from the other end of the line. “Cyber?”
I frowned, my hands stilling the movements of the woman in front of me and yanking her head back. I had been expecting Havoc, not his old lady, and I sure as hell wasn't expecting her to be crying.
“What's wrong?” There was nothing like a woman crying to make my dick go limp.
There was a pause as Darcie hiccupped softly.
Whatever had happened was bad. Really bad if she was phoning me,
“Is it Havoc? Has he had an accident?” In my mind a million and one things were rushing through my head, none of them good.
“You have to come to the hospital…” She broke down into fresh waves of crying.
“Shit, Darcie.” Standing, I didn’t give the woman who tumbled onto her back even a second look as I zipped up my pants. “I'm on my way, message me which hospital you're at. And don’t worry, Havoc is strong. He's come off his bike before.” Heading towards the door, I bent without stopping to pick up my boots.
“He hasn't come off his bike, Cyber.”
Her words made me freeze in the doorway, my boots idly swinging from one hand. “Someone attacked him?”
“Shot… But not Havoc. Someone shot Maggie outside her home.”
“I’m coming now, Darcie. Stay where you are and…” Shit. I didn't know what to say. There were going to be major repercussions about all of this.
I was the one meant to check on Maggie and her little rescued girl that day. And I had planned on doing what my president had asked me. I had just got a little side-tracked.
I hated hospitals. I always had. They were too sterile. Lifeless, like the people who inhabited the rooms.
Except Maggie wasn't lifeless. She was full of the stuff. As intimidating now as she had been in her heyday. And someone had shot her, in daylight, on her own front porch.
Now I had many flaws, but I still had rules. I hadn't ever gunned down an elderly woman outside her own house before. Or anywhere for that matter.
The fact that someone had, and on my watch as well, just made their disrespect even more apparent. Not just for the club, but for me as well.
They had made it personal.
I saw Darcie first. Her head was in her hands and her long hair hiding her face, but I didn't need to see her face to know it was her. The girl had the kind of figure men dreamt about. All soft curves. If she hadn't belonged to Havoc right from the start, I would have one hundred percent made a move on her. But she had always been Havoc’s, right from the moment they had met.
I wasn't the kind of brother who went for someone else’s woman, and as pretty as she was, I wasn't even sure it was Darcie herself that I had found attractive, or her English accent. It reminded me too much of someone else. Someone who I had known a long time ago.
Someone who...
Something large knocked into me from the side, barrelling me a few steps backwards. I would have gone down if I hadn't been the heavier man. But it was close.
“What the fuck?” I had barely said the words when Havoc's fist smashed into my jaw, rocking my head back.
“Where the fuck were you, asshole, where?” He slammed his head into mine and I felt my nose crunch and the crack as he did it again. Blood poured from my nostrils, coating my lips and chin.
