Havok: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance - Riley Rollins Page 0,94

do this, man," I said. "Can't let an innocent die." I looked over at Holly and saw her listening alertly. "Ain't the Sons way."

But the truth was, under the surface I was questioning my motives just as much as Dash was. Was I fucking lying to myself about the reason I was here? Was I really doing this out of loyalty to the Sons charter, or was I seeing things sideways because I was falling—

No. No, this was about holding the club to a higher standard than those fucking Reapers. I'd have done the same for any innocent. Maybe without the fucking, though. Yeah, that's what I told myself.

"Look man, I owe you when this all blows over. I'm heading up to Four Corners, further out of Reaper territory. Keep shit together in town. Be careful. Shit's moving fast right now."

"Yeah, boss," said Dash. There was a hell of a lot of doubt in his voice, and I knew why. If I couldn't make the guys come around to my side of this when I got back, I was facing a vote of no confidence as VP. And meanwhile the club was going into a rapidly heating war without me.

I hit the End key on the phone hard and slammed it onto the nightstand.

Holly's eyes were wide. "What was that all about?"

"Reapers found the van on your street. They want my head now. And yours."

"Damn," she said, but her voice didn't waver. I was fucking impressed with how well she was maintaining her composure. Maybe she was starting to get used to this shit. She was pretty fucking tough, not just for a college girl, but for anyone. Hell, I'd known some prospects in my time that didn't have the balls she did.

"Yeah," I said. "Get your stuff. We're going."

We forced ourselves out of bed and Holly hurriedly repacked her backpack. Christ, at least she'd had a change of clothes. I was still wearing the same shit I'd worn when I shanked those fucking Reapers, and I felt absolutely filthy.

My wish to get clean came true in an unexpected way. As we thundered down state highways, rushing toward the northern border, the skies darkened with an early morning monsoon. There was thunder, lightning, and then finally rain. I normally fucking hated rain on a ride, especially how it stung my skin at highway speeds. But as sheets of water crashed down over us, I welcomed every drop. It washed away my blood, sweat, cum, and sin.

We got to Four Corners around noon, where Arizona met New Mexico, Colorado, and Utah. We'd ridden out of the storm, and we were nearly dry by the time we arrived. Last night followed by the natural shower this morning had left me feeling more refreshed than I'd been in a while. My head was clear, my wits and senses were about me, and for once my body wasn't working overtime to clear a hangover out of my system.

I parked the bike in the visitor parking center of the Four Corners plaza, a big wide open area with a few buildings around the perimeter, and the four-way border right in the middle. Tourists milled about, and the day was shaping up to be sunny but cool. I'd become so used to living life in the dark, hard clubhouse, and in bars and warehouses that it was a fucking shock to be outside like this. And to be up and about by noon in the first place. Shit, maybe this Reaper situation wasn't so fucking bad after all, I thought to myself. These fuckers were upping my productivity like nobody's business. I chuckled out loud.

"I'm fucking starving," I said. "Let's grab some food."

We found a food truck serving Navajo food, and I ordered some fry bread and beans for the both of us.

Holly and I sat down at a bench. She pressed her leg against mine, and my cock stiffened in my pants as I replayed the events of last night in my head. I was gonna fuck her silly the next time we got a little peace and quiet.

But right now we sat together like some fucking couple or something, having a picnic at the park in the middle of the day. What a fucking ridiculous way for Axl Archer to spend a morning.

I needed to get my shit together.

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Holly

Axl and I sat on the bench in silence, munching on Navajo fry bread and beans, soaking up the sun's rays. The bread was so greasy,