down to press a kiss to my mouth. “But even if marrying you was a mistake, I don’t care. I told you: I’m selfish as fuck. I’d do it all over again. And I’d happily kill to protect you, Bernie.” Vic lifts his head up and gestures in a circle with his finger. “Suit up, boys, and let’s do this thing.”
He takes off down the hall, and I stand up to change.
The Charters wanted a war?
Well, it looks like they’re gonna get one.
And the easiest way to win a war … is to shoot the general.
Aaron drives Hael’s Camaro to the race. He’s going to enter it while the rest of do what needs to be done.
“Do not die on me,” I warn him, the same way I warned Hael and Vic the night we had to take Aaron to Nurse Yes-Scott’s. I run my palms up Aaron’s chest to rest them on his shoulders. He smiles at me, smoking a joint for luck. His chestnut hair is slicked up with gel, a pair of tight blue jeans on his ass that make me feel stabby. If any girl at that track goes for my man tonight … trouble. Big motherfucking trouble.
“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” he asks me, offering up the joint. I take it from him and pull in a drag before handing it to Callum. Aaron leans down and kisses my lips, and I blow sweet, thick smoke into his mouth. He chuckles. “You think I’d die before getting another taste of you?” He squeezes my ass with his hand and kisses the side of my neck, gently sucking on the flesh until I shudder and melt into him. “I’ll win this race while you slit some throats. Deal?”
“Got it,” I say as Aaron gives me one, last searing kiss and slides into the Camaro. The rest of us are riding over in another stolen vehicle. This time, it’s a white Mercedes, a G-Class. Ugly as hell, but it works.
“Don’t you fuck that car up,” Hael calls out, snorting as Aaron flips him off before shutting the door and pulling out of the driveway to wait for us. Hael flicks his attention over to me. “They’ll let him race before they try to kill him, Blackbird. No worries.”
“Oh, well, that makes me feel so much better,” I murmur, climbing into the backseat while Callum and Oscar slide in on either side of me. Victor takes the passenger seat while Hael drives.
My thigh is pressed up alongside Oscar’s, too close for comfort really. He looks over at me, gaze scanning my body before he turns away. I scoot a little closer, just to see what his reaction is.
“Do not try me tonight, Bernadette,” he says, and I snort as Hael starts the engine and we pull out of the driveway. You’d think Hael would be the one racing, but he has a skillset that Aaron does not, one that we need for this plan to work.
We’re gonna blow up some cars, baby.
“Try you?” I ask, sliding my hand up Oscar’s thigh. He’s wearing jeans tonight, not a suit. They’re nice and tight, too, so it’s quite the treat to feel him up. He clamps his hand down over mine and weaves his inked fingers through my fingers. It’s not meant to be a nice gesture though; he digs his nails into my palm, making me wince. “I haven’t even started, Oscar.”
“Hands off,” he says, flicking my hand away from him. “I don’t like being touched.”
“Really? Because you sure seemed to enjoy the touch of me on your dick.” I stare right at him as Callum chuckles inside his hood and Vic glances mildly over his shoulder, studying us. “And you have a hell of a lot of tattoos for someone that doesn’t like being touched.”
“Bernadette,” Victor warns, surprising me. I look back at him and find that he’s watching Oscar and not me. The dickhead in question is staring out the window with his jaw clenched. “Let it go for now.” Vic pauses for a moment. “But Oscar … there are no secrets in Havoc.”
“I’m well-aware, thank you,” Oscar retorts, proceeding to ignore me for the rest of the ride. I’m fucking dying to know what that was all about, but I can see that tonight is not that night. With a sigh, I slump back into my seat and turn to look at Callum instead.
“Do you mind if I ask what happened to