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Havoc

W e took Devin into one of the cells we reserved in the basement for enemies of our club. Throughout the last few days, the only thing he’s been open with is talking trash about Aaron Slater. For some reason, he hated the guy. When it came to his boss, Slater’s father, his lips were fucking sealed.

We’d had to give Hacker a few days to sift through the intel we got from the servers. He’d found some juicy tidbits we could use. So now, we were ready to break through his resistance. The timing was perfect because he seemed to be going stir-crazy in our lockup.

Storm stood against the wall with his arms crossed. He could look formidable when he wanted to. And today was one of those days. Celt leaned against the door, using his pocketknife to scrape around his nails.

Me? I was frustrated as hell. I wanted nothing better than to beat the shit out of Slater, but that option was apparently off the table. Our club attorney pointed out that beating him up and then handing him over to law enforcement wouldn’t go well for the club. The plan was to keep him in our lockup until his wounds from our fight fully healed and then turn him over to our police contact along with incriminating information from his family’s servers. Riley had been happy about that plan. Me, not so fuckin’ much. In my opinion, Slater was getting off far too lightly.

Today, I was sitting across the table from Devin, trying to look as intimidating as possible. To be honest, it wasn’t that hard because part of the Dark Slayers’ job description is to look tough. Elbows planted, jaw locked. I’d been holding his gaze for three minutes without blinking. It really didn’t matter how successful I was anyway because I was supposed to flip to good cop once the interrogation got heated.

I leaned over the table and flexed my arm muscles. “Morning, Devin. Is there anything you want to tell us this morning?”

“So, this is how it’s going to be. You brought me in and threw me in a cell for days and now you’re going to threaten me,” he said, looking from one to the other of us.

“Calm the fuck down, dude. There’s no need to freak the fuck out on us.”

“You can’t hold me here. This isn’t legal.”

Storm snorted a laugh. “Neither is selling your skills to criminals. You’re not exactly a fucking paragon of virtue yourself, Devin.”

Devin shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “I don’t know why you’re treating me this way. I’m not any kind of threat to your club.”

“Then you’ve got nothing to worry about,” I said. “Take some deep breaths and calm down.”

He grabbed the bottle of coke we’d given him earlier and took a long drink. The minute he set the bottle back down, he was panicking all over again. “I just keep their computers running. That’s all. I don’t snoop into their shit, so I don’t know anything useful.”

“Don’t feckin’ insult our intelligence, Devin,” Celt bit out, frustration lacing his tone. “Some of us have wives and kids. We don’t have all day to waste with you.”

Storm added, “We pulled the data from your servers. There was lots of interesting shit in there and some of it even tracked back to you.”

Devin froze for a long minute. “Yeah, because before I was their IT guy, I was their gopher. I did what they told me to do. I wasn’t involved in decision making and didn’t particularly approve of the shit they did.”

I leaned forward, looking at him intently. “Hacker broke your encryption protocols. We know every fucking thing you’re trying to hide from the world. Not everything makes complete sense. That’s why we want you to put the pieces of the puzzle together for us. We truly want to understand, so innocent people don’t get hurt.”

“I’m just a guy who taught himself about computers,” he said. “They tell me what to do. I do the job and get paid. That’s seriously all there is to it.” When we didn’t immediately reply, he added, “These are not the kind of men you ask a bunch of questions to.”

“Why would you have had to ask questions, though?” Storm stated flatly. “You were the one who built the whole goddamn system. You could access information on pretty much everything at will.”

Devin immediately shot back. “That’s not true. They only gave me partial access. Sure, I isolated databases because I had to. I didn’t look at their communication or the…” Devin shut himself up in mid-sentence, snapping his mouth shut.

Celt strolled closer, put both hands on the table and leaned to ask, “Or the what, Devin? Finish yer feckin’ sentence. We’re all interested in what ye have to say.”

“No way. I’m not giving you any sensitive intel about their operation unless you can guarantee my safety. I open my mouth and I’m a dead man.”

Storm straightened up and came over to stand beside his cousin. “If that’s the price of your cooperation, fine. The president of an allied club called me from Arizona, asking me if I knew any hackers or IT professionals. He’s got a lot going on and his equipment is failing, and they need someone bad. If your intel proves to be good, I’ll recommend you for the job. They’ll protect you and you can fly under the radar.”

Devin hesitated. “What’s the pay?”

Storm answered truthfully, “They said the pay was negotiable, but you get a new name and paperwork.”

I added, “Their club is a safe distance from Griffinsford.”

Before he could respond, Hacker wheeled himself through the door. He jerked his chin at Storm. “Let us be. I’ll handle it from here.”

Storm glanced between Celt and Hacker before asking, “Are you being serious right now?”

Hacker wheeled himself up to the table and started setting up his laptop. “Yeah, I’m serious. I need to go over a bunch of technical stuff. You know, the kind of shit that would put any other brother to fuckin’ sleep.”

Storm lifted both hands into the air in a gesture meant to communicate Hacker knew best. He gestured for us to leave the room. When he got to the door, Storm turned to say, “If you need anything at all, just yell. I’m leaving you some backup in the hall.”

“Trust me, I got this,” Hacker responded.

When Storm came out and closed the door behind him, he muttered, “Give Hacker time alone with him. He knows what he’s doing.”

I gave him a stiff nod. “He used to be military intelligence. He’s probably forgotten more about interrogating hostages than we ever knew.”

***

I went upstairs with Riley because we had unfinished business. I found her alone in my suite, looking lonely and beautiful. When I came into the room, she set her phone aside and asked, “Did you manage to get the information you needed?”

“Hacker’s taken over. I have every confidence in his ability to get what we need. In other news, Slater tried to escape again last night.”

Her eyes got big. “That makes what, four or five times?”

I went to my bag and pulled out what I needed for my Riley, telling her over my shoulder, “Yeah, about that many. He’s testing our patience because he doesn’t think we’ll put a beat down on him. Anyway, I don’t wanna talk about those assholes. I brought you a gift.”

When I glanced at her, she seemed nervous. She mumbled, “I have a little something for you as well.”

“We’re doing pretty good at showing our love, considering it’s not even a gift-giving holiday,” I told her.

I came over and sat beside her on the sofa. I handed her the gift wrapped in brown paper first. She tore it open surprisingly fast and held up the leather cut with Property of Havoc on the back . I gave her a minute to process what I was about to ask. Her eyes lit up and she smoothed her hand over the butter soft leather.

“Riley, I want you to be my old lady. Do you know what that means?”

She nodded, her eyes growing moist. “Yes. It means we’re exclusive. I want that too.”

“I’m glad you came into my life. Before you, I was just existing. You bring enough joy for me to finally feel like I’m living my best life.”

Riley didn’t respond. Instead, she jumped on me. Her hot and hungry mouth found mine.

Her kisses were hot, urgent, and thoroughly arousing. This woman, my old lady, was riling me up on purpose. She wanted to ride my cock. but that wasn’t happening… At least not right now.

Before I could get her on her back with her pants down, her fingers were tangling in my shirt. She pulled insistently and I pulled it off. Then I helped her out of her clothing as fast as possible. To say we were quick about getting naked would be an understatement.

Riley grabbed her new cut and slid it over her naked body. That was fucking it for me. My brain went wild at the sight of all her creamy skin on full display with my cut being the only clothing she wore. It made me painfully hard, but I didn’t give even a moment’s notice to my cock.

I had an old lady, and her pussy needed licking, and I couldn’t wait to taste her on my tongue.

“Do you want my tongue or my cock?” I asked.

“I want both,” she responded eagerly.

I forced her to lay back with one large hand on her chest. She went easily and didn’t object when I pulled her knees apart. Being so aroused, it didn’t take me long to kiss my way down her body to taste her arousal. “You’re soaked, sweetness. Is all that for me?” I murmured.

She moaned, nodding her head when I ran my tongue over her clit. I teased her with my tongue, sucked her until she was moaning my name over and over again. I loved the way my old lady tasted. When my finger slid into her core and I tapped her g-spot, she came so hard, I didn’t think I was getting my fingers back this time.

As soon as she caught her breath, she climbed face first into my lap and settled onto my cock, like she belonged here. Feeling her warmth engulf me was the thing I didn’t know I needed until this moment. She moved up and down my cock, slowly as if savoring every minute of it.

“You feel so good,” she murmured against my lips before kissing me again.

“You do too. And I fuckin’ love you. Making you my old lady is the smartest move I ever made,” I told her as our bodies moved together in perfect unison.

Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I rolled us over to put me on top. Grasping her wrists with one hand, I pinned her arms over her head and beast-fucked her like my life depended on it. And my Riley absolutely loved it. She whispered words of encouragement.

Her back arched off the bed when I sucked one of her taut nipples into my mouth, teasing her with lazy circles of my tongue that made her beg for release.

“Please,” she whispered, her thighs falling open to make more room for my big body.

“You want to come, baby? You want to feel me shooting hot come deep inside you?”

“Yes, you know that I do.”

Knowing what she wanted, I rubbed two fingers through her pussy lips to reach her clit.

“Your pretty kitty is all mine now, Riley.” I said in a voice meant for seduction.

“Yours,” she agreed. That kind of dedication deserved a reward, so I started making love to her all over again.

Her nails scratched my back, likely leaving trails. I would wear them proudly as a sign of our love.

My own orgasm came out of nowhere and blew me away.

Riley was with me, matching me thrust for thrust, making me believe there were happily ever afters for guys like me.

And when it was done, I didn’t let go. We just lay there in each other’s arms enjoying the afterglow. In this moment, I realized something profound. I now had what a good portion of my club brothers had, namely a woman to call my own. I used to be jealous of all the things a good woman brought into their lives. Now, I got to not only enjoy all the good things she brought into my life, but I now had someone to love. Someone looking to me for protection, kindness, and hope. I never knew that men got to experience happily ever afters too.