Page 55 of Havoc

They sterilized me.

Every time those three words replay, my insides go numb. I turn to Reyes and slam my fist into his gut this time. I strike again, and he spits blood on my shirt from the sheer force of it.

Grabbing his hair, I force him to face me. “Who ordered it?”

“Who do you think?” Reyes barely gets the words out as blood trickles down his chin.

“Titan?”

Reyes nods.

I figured, but I had to be sure because the one I string up at the end of this needs to be the man who cut Aimee’s chance at having a baby out of her.

“It took her longer than I expected to tell you about it.” Reyes grins with blood between his teeth. “I figured you’d be in here with these questions sooner. How does it feel knowing you’ll never win this, Havoc? That anything you thought—any upper hand you assumed you had—my president already took from you and your club before you ever had a chance.”

I smash his already broken nose.

Reyes chokes on his blood, but the laugh that rattles out of his wheezing chest is still there. Haunting the corners of the room. Echoing in the silence.

“Aimee is his, whether you like it or not.” Reyes’s head flops side to side now that I’m no longer holding it. “They all are.Weall are once he claims us. Just because she got away doesn’t mean she’ll ever be free from what he’s done. Tell me, Havoc, what are you going to do with her now? Can you still love her when Titan sterilized the woman you love?”

The room stills around me. Or maybe it’s that time slows and I can’t hear or think. A fuzzy calm blurs at the edges of my brain.

“I wasn’t there back then.” Reyes continues his taunts when I’ve yet to start beating him again. “But I asked Titanabout it when he put her in that cage. He said she fought him, like the feisty fucking thing she is. That’s why he did it. He likes making them pay for being defiant. He gets off on erasing hope.”

I swallow, but my throat is sand. Bile stirs. No one in the room moves. And even if I’m looking at Reyes, I feel my club around me, as horrified as I am.

“Titan made her pay for not giving up on you and submitting to him.” Reyes grins, and his eyes are pure madness. “He had the doctor keep her awake while he did it. Numbed her from the waist down and then let her suffer every second, knowing what they were cutting out of her. That is, until she blacked out.”

I slam a fist into his face again. His cheek cracks—or maybe it’s my knuckle. Reyes coughs and wheezes with every punch.

He wants me to kill him.

To end this.

That’s why he’s telling me everything. And it’s working because I can’t stop.

I punch him again and again.

In the temple. The nose. The side. The gut.

My knuckles bleed, and my entire body aches. But I can’t resist releasing this rage. I need to make someone pay for what Titan did to her.

Reyes’s vision starts to fade in and out. He’s on the brink of death, and it’s all that pulls me back into my body. Into this room.

Only then do I look up and feel the full weight of my club watching me, knowing what they just heard. Andwhen my gaze stops on Steel, I don’t need to say anything for him to know what I’m silently asking.

I’ve never asked much of my club. I’ve given them my all and expected nothing in return. Until now.

I need this.

I need Steel to let me be the one to do it, even if we don’t have everything from Reyes just yet.

Ghost leans in to say something to Steel. His voice is too quiet for me to hear what he’s saying. But Steel nods in response, not taking his eyes off me.

Finally, Steel clears his throat. “End it, Havoc.”

Not an order for mercy, but permission to draw the blood I need to sate this rage before I rip the world apart. The club surrounds me, and Chaos is the one to approach with the blade.