Page 49 of My Unhinged Alphas
He shrugs. “It came from Apostle Andrew. We should be good.”
The girl looks between us. “Who’s Apostle Andrew?”
Havoc answers before I can stop him. “Don’t know. No one does. The Apostles are the ones who call the shots.”
“Stop talking,” I bark.
He cuts me a glance, all mock innocence. “What? I’m educating her.”
“You’re running your mouth.”
The girl folds her arms, watching us both now. Listening too closely.
Havoc pushes off the wall and looks at me like I’m the unreasonable one here. “The order came through. We handled it. End of story.”
I shake my head. “No,” I say. “Not end of story.”
His expression shifts, just slightly. Still casual. Still irritatingly loose. “The order didn’t mention directive,” he says. “We should be fine.”
I shake my head. “That’s not the point.”
He leans back like this is some stupid technical argument and not a real problem. “Then what is?”
“The point is you killed the main guy before we could question him.”
That shuts him up for half a second.
The girl looks at him, then at me. “Question him about what?”
I ignore her.
Havoc’s expression barely changes. “The order was to kill him.”
“No,” I say. “The order was clear enough. The problem is you didn’t wait.”
His jaw tightens a little, but he still tries to play it off. “He was going down anyway.”
“Maybe. But he was the only one who might’ve known something useful, and now he’s dead.”
He gives me this look like I’m being dramatic, which only makes me angrier. “You don’t know that,” he says.
“No,” I say. “Because you shot him before we could find out.”
The girl goes quiet at that.
Havoc drags a hand over his face and looks away for a second, annoyed. Not guilty. Just annoyed that I’m calling him on it. “The order didn’t say bring him in alive,” he says.
I let out a breath and look at him. “You’re still doing it.”
“Doing what?”
“Trying to hide behind wording because you know you screwed up.”
His eyes snap back to mine. “I made a call.”
“You got impatient.”
For a second, neither of us says anything.
