Page 50 of My Unhinged Alphas
Then the girl speaks, more cautiously this time. “So they brought me in for questioning?”
I look at her. “Yes.”
Her face changes. Not full panic, but close. “I don’t know anything,” she says.
“That won’t matter if they think you saw something,” I tell her.
Havoc cuts in. “She’ll be fine.”
I turn to him. “You don’t know that.”
He says nothing. Because this is the part he doesn’t want to deal with. Killing the guy was easy. Dealing with everything after is what he hates.
I look at him for another second, then say, “Next time, don’t kill the only person we need answers from.”
He laughs once, but there’s no humor in it. “You done?”
“Not even close.”
I move farther into the room, and the girl immediately folds in on herself. Her arms wrap around her middle like that can hold her together, like it can hide the fact of what was happening when I walked in. I don’t give her sympathy. I can’t. That’s not how I’m built. But I notice it anyway. The flushed face. The uneven breathing. The tension in her shoulders.
I look at Havoc again, really look at him, at the smug set of his mouth, at the way he’s standing too close to her like he belongs there. Is that why he lied about his name? Did Vale warn her about him, and Havoc decided to play games to get around it?
Too many questions.
I tell myself I’m irritated because he’s being reckless. Because he killed the guy before we could question him. Because now the girl got dragged into something she should never have been near in the first place. But I know that’s not all it is.
Part of it is simpler. Uglier.
I don’t like seeing Havoc with her.
He catches me looking and smirks, like he knows exactly what I’m thinking and enjoys it. That alone is enough to make me want to hit him.
“The order didn’t mention directive,” he says again, like repeating it will somehow make it true. “We’re covered.”
“No,” I say, stepping closer. “You’re trying to cover your ass.”
His expression changes at that. Just a flicker, but I see it. “I handled it,” he says.
“You rushed it.”
“I made the call.”
“You made a mess.”
The girl is silent now, watching both of us like she can feel the room tightening. Smart enough to stay quiet. Smarter than Havoc, at the moment.
He laughs once, low and sharp, and then he moves. One second he’s across from me, the next he’s right in front of me, crowding into my space, close enough that the message is clear.
He doesn’t like being told what to do.
“Careful, Knox,” he says softly.
I don’t move.
He gets in my face like he thinks I’ll back down, like he thinks if he pushes hard enough I’ll let this go. I don’t. I hold my ground and stare right back at him.
Behind him, I can feel the girl go still.
