Page 87 of Havoc

“You suggest I climb it?” Chaos yells back, flipping Soul off with one hand while placing the star at the top with the other.

Chaos hops off the stool and crosses the room back to where we’re still at the bar.

“It’s because of shit like that”—Soul juts his chin up—“that you’ll never survive a zombie apocalypse.”

“And you will? Two words…” Chaos stops in front of Soul. “Hair product.”

Soul flips him off.

“Is there an impending zombie apocalypse I’m not aware of?” I ask.

Levi tucks my hair behind my ear. “One could only hope it would be that easy to take these two out. But no.”

Chaos grumbles at the amusement in Levi’s tone. “It’s just some shit we say. Reasons we will or won’t survive a zombie apocalypse.”

“And hair product is one of them?”

“He’s got me there.” Soul grins, unapologetically. “If I’m gonna be eaten alive, I’m going to look damn good doing it.”

“That’s sad.” I frown, and Levi chuckles as I glance over at him. “What’s your reason?”

“My reason for what?”

“That you’ll die an ugly zombie death.”

Soul shoots a hand up. “I’ve got this one.”

“Then by all means.” Levi rolls his eyes, clearly not taking any of this seriously.

“Easy. If something’s going to take Havoc down in a zombie apocalypse, it will be you.” Soul nudges my shoulder.

This time, I’m the one who’s laughing. “Me?”

“Love distracts people. He’ll get killed saving your ass just like Steel, Ghost, and Legacy will go down for their women. None of you fuckers stand a chance.”

“Someone’s bitter,” I point out. “But also… I’m offended. Who said Levi needs to save me? I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”

“She did shoot our boy.” Chaos grabs Levi’s shoulder, and he winces.

“Exactly.” I stand up tall, probably sounding too proud that I shot Levi, so I pull back slightly. “Sorry again about that.”

“No, you’re right.” Levi shakes his head, looking at Soul. “Aimee’s more than capable of taking care of herself. If she can handle you and Chaos, I have no doubt she could survive a horde of zombies.”

“Maybe it’s me who dies saving him.” I slip my hand into Levi’s.

“I think I like that better,” Soul decides. “You’re on my team then.”

“When did this become about teams?”

“It’s always been about teams.” Soul shrugs. “Me, Venom, and Chaos, against the rest of them. Don’t worry. We’re the winning team. They’ll die in the first wave. Second, if they’re lucky.”

“My girl is not joining your team.” Levi shakes his head.

“Wait, you actually play into this whole thing?”

He shrugs.

“You guys have way too much time on your hands.” I laugh.