Page 52 of My Unhinged Alphas
“Enough,” she snaps.
I stare at her.
Havoc does too.
It should be ridiculous. She’s smaller than both of us, shaking a little, breathing hard, and still stupid enough to wedge herself between two men who could crush her without trying.
“Move,” I tell her.
“No.”
Havoc actually laughs at that. Not the mocking laugh from before. Something shorter. More surprised.
The girl throws him a glare over her shoulder. “You too. Shut up.”
That wipes the laugh off his face.
I should drag her out of the way. I should end this before it gets worse. But all I can do is look at her standing there like fear and common sense lost a fight inside her.
Havoc lets out a breath through his nose. “Careful, girl.”
She rounds on him so fast it almost makes me smile. “No, you be careful. I have no clue what kind of insane mess I’m in, but even I can tell this is not helping.”
He opens his mouth.
She cuts him off. “You killed someone you weren’t supposed to kill yet, right?”
Silence.
Her eyes narrow. “Right?”
Neither of us answers quickly enough.
“That’s what I thought,” she says.
Havoc’s expression hardens. “Don’t talk about things you don’t understand.”
“Then explain it,” she fires back. “Because from where I’m standing, you two are about to beat the hell out of each other while I’m the one getting dragged in for questioning over something I didn’t do.”
Havoc looks away first, jaw tight. That tells me more than his words would.
I look at him over her head. “We’re leaving.”
He gives me a cold glance. “Still barking orders.”
“Yes.”
His mouth flattens, but some of the fight drains out of him. Not all of it. Never all. Just enough.
The girl lowers her hands a little, like she’s realizing we might actually listen. “Good.”
Havoc looks at her, really looks at her, and something shifts in his expression. Irritation, maybe. Curiosity. Something darker underneath. “You should’ve stayed out of it.”
She laughs once, breathless and disbelieving. “You dragged me into it the second you drugged and kidnapped me. Well, kidnapped me from my kidnappers.” She shakes her head as if she finds it ridiculous.
She still hasn’t moved out of the space between us.
I move my hand off Havoc’s shirt and step back. He straightens his jacket, glaring at me like I’m the one who started it. Typical.
