Havok: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance - Riley Rollins Page 0,95

but it was exactly what I needed. I'd hardly eaten anything in the last few days and my body was starving for calories.

I thought about last night, how badly I'd wanted Axl and how utterly fulfilling it was when he'd finally taken me while I kneeled in total submission. I'd never wanted it from anyone the way I wanted it from him. I loved the way he took control, loved the way it felt to be his fuck toy. I hated to admit it to myself, but I thought I was actually starting to feel something for him. Something real. I mean, he'd been there for me in my time of need. Who else had put their life on the line for me?

I wondered if he felt the same way about me, or if I was just another cum hole for him. Maybe he just felt fucking sorry for me and thought he'd help me avoid becoming a stain on McClellan Street like those two guys. I mean, even dogs don't deserve to die like that. And if he met someone more beautiful, with bigger tits, with a better ass, who knows what would happen to this.

Whatever "this" was.

I was still hungry after we'd demolished the pile of beans. "I'm gonna go get seconds," I said.

"Damn," said Axl, and let out a loud belch. "How are you still hungry?"

I wrinkled my nose. "You're a pig."

I returned to the food truck and ordered more of what we'd gotten before. When I turned around to walk back, Axl was watching a kid struggle to fly a kite. I watched from a distance, him facing away from me. But just as I started to walk back to the bench, Axl stood up and walked over to the kid.

He crouched down, taking himself down to kid height. He helped the boy wind the string the right way and ran alongside him, showing him how to get the kite to catch the wind. With Axl's help, the red kite surged into the air, climbing the breeze, going higher and higher.

That was about the last thing I'd expected to see from Axl Archer.

When the kid had finally gotten the kite in the air, I saw a woman rushing toward the child. She bent down and picked him up, her eyes turning toward Axl suspiciously. I saw them linger—probably unable to look away from his handsome face even while regarding his rough, tattooed appearance with suspicion.

He turned around and caught me watching as I nibbled on a piece of fry bread. He walked toward me.

"Wow," I said, "Since when do big bad bikers fly kites with little kids?"

He grunted, and it seemed like he was concealing something beneath the surface. "Little kids, you know, they just haven't seen shit. Haven't had the world shit on them yet."

I ate slowly, pondering his words. "What about you? I asked, trying to imagine Axl as a kid. "When did life take its shit on you?"

A fleeting grimace flashed over his face. "It's always been that way for me," he said. "I never knew my real parents." He added, "Foster system, you know."

I instantly felt guilty for asking. "Damn. That sucks."

"Yeah, well, guess that's how you end up like me," he said.

"Like what?"

"Like a fucking scumbag who people don't want their kids to be around."

I chewed in thought, saying nothing. We began to walk in silence, heading toward the point where the four states met.

Finally he spoke. "Yeah. You wouldn't understand. Pretty college girl with two parents." He laughed and there was a tone of cruelty in his laugh.

"No, you don't understand," I shot back, heat rising in my stomach. Anger and resentment that had been brewing under the surface were starting to come out. "You should walk a fucking block in my shoes right now. My parents are always up my ass about everything. And now four years of work down the drain. I'm gonna get dropped from my classes 'cause of this. Unlike you, I actually have a future. Well, had a future."

"Oh, fuck off," he said angrily. "Real fucking hard to repeat a semester while I save you ass. You're living a real hard life."

I stopped walking and turned angrily to face him, my face beet red. "You know, my parents probably think you killed those guys on the street. Which you did. And they're probably sitting around the police station right now, wondering where the hell they went wrong with me. Wondering when and if they're going