Havoc Page 22

  “And I don’t know about him, but I’m anxious to start it,” Leighton grabs hold of my hand. “We’ll see you?” She looks at Violet.

  The two of them stare at each other for long moments. I have a feeling they are sharing a silent conversation that only victims of abuse can. “Yeah,” Violet offers her a small smile. “Anthony is bringing me as his plus one.” She averts her eyes to Ace.

  “Awesome! I’m glad you’re joining the crew.”

  Violet opens her mouth and I’m sure she’s going to tell my wife that she isn’t joining the crew, but Ace puts a hand on her shoulder. “Just let Leighton think what she wants.”

  Leighton gives him a glare, and then pulls me toward the door. As we walk out the door and toward my truck, she leans in, kissing me right beside my ear. “A beach destination wedding is the perfect place for them to fall in love, Holden.”

  I clasp our hands together, entwining our fingers, before I bring her hand up to my lips. When we get to the truck, I open the door and pick her up, putting her on the passenger seat as I step in between her legs. “Know what else it is?” I ask her, putting my hands on her thighs, caressing them softly.

  “What?”

  “The perfect place for us to fall deeper in love.”

  She sighs, giving me this look she reserves only for me. It’s a softening in her eyes, a tilt to her head, and a quirking of her smile. Grabbing my hands, she pulls them around her waist, leaning in to put her mouth to my ear again. The whispered words aren’t what I’m expecting at all, but it’s enough to make my heart race. “Or for us to get started on that baby we’ve been talking about lately.”

  I’m speechless as I pull back and look into her eyes, searching them for the truth in her words.

  “I stopped my birth control last month, Holden. I’m ready,” she whispers. “I’m ready to trust you with forever.”

  Those are the best words I’ve ever heard in my life, and as I lean forward to take her lips with mine, I hope like hell the rest of my guys find this happiness I’ve found.

  Doesn’t matter where it begins, it only matters how it ends. And ours is going to end fifty years from now when we both fall asleep together and never wake up. Because I know without a doubt, I can’t ever imagine my life without her in it.

  She is mine.

  I am hers.

  And together, we are an unbreakable force that learned how to overcome every obstacle thrown our way. We are the love story that everyone wants, and I know we’ll never let that love go.

  THE END

  To be notified when Ace is available, sign up for notifications!

  Notify Me!

  Thank you so much for reading “Havoc”!

  If there was a part you loved of “Havoc”, please don’t hesitate to leave a review and let other readers know!

  Also, if you do leave a review, please email me with the link so that I can say a personal ‘thank you’!!! They mean a lot, and I want to let you know I appreciate you taking the time out of your day!

  Email Me

  Also, if you find an error, know that it has slipped through no less than four sets of eyes, and it is a mistake. Please let me know, if you find one, and if I agree it’s an error. It will be changed. Thank you!

  Report an error

  CONNECT WITH LARAMIE

  Website:

  www.laramiebriscoe.net

  Facebook:

  facebook.com/AuthorLaramieBriscoe

  Twitter:

  twitter.com/LaramieBriscoe

  Pinterest:

  pinterest.com/laramiebriscoe

  Instagram:

  instagram.com/laramie_briscoe

  Substance B:

  substance-b.com/LaramieBriscoe.html

  Mailing List:

  http://eepurl.com/Fi4N9

  Email:

  Laramie@laramiebriscoe.com

  Also by Laramie:

  Meant To Be

  HEAVEN HILL BOOK #1

  PROLOGUE

  Denise Cunningham pulled back the curtains covering the window pane in her front door with shaky hands. The knock that had sounded moments before wasn’t the gentle knock of a friend over for a visit. Staring back at her through the glass, she saw two Warren County Sheriff’s deputies holding papers. Dread rolled up in her throat as her stomach began to churn. She let the blinds fall and took two deep breaths before she unlocked the door and faced the men standing on the other side. As she stepped out, the brightness of the sun assaulted her eyes, the warmth of the summer day made it even more difficult to breathe past the lump in her throat.

  “Denise Cunningham?” The taller of the two asked.

  Not trusting her voice, she could only nod her head in acknowledgement of who she was.

  With cold efficiency, he handed her the papers in his hands. “Denise Cunningham, I’m serving you with papers from Kentucky Housing.” He produced a pen and requested her signature.

  In minutes it was over. The scene she had dreaded most over the last few months had come to fruition. Unless she could come up with six months back mortgage, she would lose her home. She stood frozen in shock as the officers walked away from the door and headed back to their patrol car. It almost made her laugh – the fact that they felt she, a single mother, was dangerous enough to warrant two deputies. As they pulled away, she realized her neighbors watched. Shame and embarrassment caused her face to burn as she slammed her door shut.

  Tears came now, along with shakes that wracked her body. “God, please help me,” she whispered as she opened the packet of paperwork they had left with her. “What am I going to do?” Through the tears, she read the legal papers in her trembling hands. The amount due was more than she had seen in years. Especially now that her hours had recently been cut. She was officially screwed.

  The shrill ringing of her cell phone broke into her freakout. A number she had never seen before displayed on the screen, and she wondered if she should answer it. Along with the money she owed on her home, she owed thousands to credit card companies. They had also begun to hound her. Should she take the chance and answer it or let the voicemail pick it up? As she debated, her finger hit the accept button of its own accord.

  “Hello?”

  “Denise, this is Roni,” the voice on the other end greeted.

  Roni was in fact Sharon Walker, another employee at the big box store where Denise had found a temporary job. They’d only spoken a time or two, and Denise hadn’t actually been sure the other woman would ever call her. To say this was a surprise was an understatement. But at this point, anything that took her mind off of what had just happened was welcome.

  “Hey, Roni.”

  “Did I catch you at a bad time? It took you a while to answer. I’m gonna ask you for a favor, so if you can’t do it, just let me know,” she forged ahead in a rush.

  A bad time? Was it couth to tell a mere acquaintance that your home was about to be foreclosed on?

  Clearing her throat Denise said, “Not at all. What can I help you with?” Accepting a favor for someone would possibly get her out of the house, the house that soon would no longer be hers. The walls were closing in, and she needed something to do. She needed something to work out halfway good for once instead of all the gloom and doom.

  “Can you cover my shift for me tonight? I’ve got a little bit of an emergency with my brother, and I’m gonna need a few hours.”

  Denise bit her lip. She had heard rumblings about Roni’s brother. Word around town had it that he was part of a major outlaw biker gang called the Heaven Hill Motorcycle Club. Whatever Roni would be doing to help her brother would probably be illegal. Would that make Denise an accomplice?

  “Would it make you a what?” Roni asked as Denise stood frozen with the phone to her ear.

  Shit. She’d said that out loud. “Nevermind. I’ll cover for you. What time do I have to be there?” Anything would be better than sitting here, worrying about things she had no control over.

  Roni rattled off a time t
hat would only allow her minutes to get dressed, head out the door, and make it there just in time to clock in. Quickly they hung up. Depression threatening to take over, Denise shoved the packet of paperwork under the pillow of her couch. With any luck neither of her children would see it. Their lives had been in as much upheaval as hers. They didn’t need to see this too – she felt like a failure as their mother.

  Pulling out of her Plum Springs subdivision, Denise made her way to Louisville road which took her to the interstate. The interstate would take her less time than going through town. She made sure to take in her surroundings. Unless a miracle happened or she hit the lottery, her days living in this neighborhood were numbered. A red light stopped her right before she hit the interstate. To the left, blue lights could be seen swirling on top of police cars. Men were being handcuffed and put in back seats two at a time. It wasn’t unusual to see arrests right next to the interstate, but this time she noticed an influx of motorcycles. The gas station on Duntov Way, situated between a fast food restaurant and a liquor store, usually didn’t see a lot of motorcycles. The exception being Harley Weekend at the local drag strip. With keen eyes, she got a good look at the patches that adorned the backs of the leather vests, or cuts as they called them, the men wore.

  “Fuck,” she breathed, recognizing the patch on most of the men. The Heaven Hill insignia inside a skull. The bottom rocker on the cut indicated this was the Bowling Green Chapter.

  It was the Heaven Hill Motorcycle Club, and, if she wasn’t mistaken, she had just seen Roni’s brother get put in the back of a sheriff’s patrol car. Probably by the same officers that had just served her. If there was one thing she knew, it was that all hell was about to break loose in small-town Kentucky.