Havoc (Book 2): Blood Eagles MC, #2

By Heather West

This is book 2 of the Blood Eagles MC series! Book 3 is available everywhere now!

I broke every rule to make her mine.

She was sent to keep me under wraps.

But no one tells me what to do.

I don't give a damn if her brother says she's off-limits:

This one's belongs to me.

CAIN

My body is still aching from that beatdown.

But I'm fired up, looking for someone to take my anger out on.

I want revenge – not just for me, but for my MC.

The Blood Eagles are a family, and loyalty runs thick in our veins.

No one messes with us and walks away clean.

But the boss has me stuck at home, healing…

With his kid sister for a nurse.

Missy Dermott is here to make me feel better and keep me out of trouble.

But the curvy vixen is causing trouble of a whole 'nother kind.

Every sassy retort makes me want to do one thing and one thing only:

Crush my lips against hers and own her 'til the sun comes up.

MISSY

I was born into the biker life.

I'd die for the Blood Eagles MC.

But my brother, the club president, has me babysitting his injured soldier while the big boys plan revenge.

I've got the connections to help us drive our rival away from the territory border.

But instead I'm spending my nights helping Cain Vale wash his hair and get into bed.

What a waste.

It's a good thing the biker is easy on the eyes.

Because his temper is driving me crazy.

But the longer we're trapped in here together – emotions running high, tensions building – the longer we risk something dangerous happening.

Something sinful.

Something that might destroy us both.

It won't be long until the havoc erupts.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Sep 25, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393575429

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Havoc: (Blood Eagles MC Book 2)

By Heather West

I broke every rule to make her mine.

SHE WAS SENT TO KEEP me under wraps.

But no one tells me what to do.

I don’t give a damn if her brother says she’s off-limits:

This one’s belongs to me.

CAIN

My body is still aching from that beatdown.

But I’m fired up, looking for someone to take my anger out on.

I want revenge – not just for me, but for my MC.

The Blood Eagles are a family, and loyalty runs thick in our veins.

No one messes with us and walks away clean.

But the boss has me stuck at home, healing...

With his kid sister for a nurse.

Missy Dermott is here to make me feel better and keep me out of trouble.

But the curvy vixen is causing trouble of a whole ‘nother kind.

Every sassy retort makes me want to do one thing and one thing only:

Crush my lips against hers and own her ‘til the sun comes up.

MISSY

I was born into the biker life.

I’d die for the Blood Eagles MC.

But my brother, the club president, has me babysitting his injured soldier while the big boys plan revenge.

I’ve got the connections to help us drive our rival away from the territory border.

But instead I’m spending my nights helping Cain Vale wash his hair and get into bed.

What a waste.

It’s a good thing the biker is easy on the eyes.

Because his temper is driving me crazy.

But the longer we’re trapped in here together – emotions running high, tensions building – the longer we risk something dangerous happening.

Something sinful.

Something that might destroy us both.

It won’t be long until the havoc erupts.

Chapter 1

Missy

As soon as Hunter ended the call, Cain let out a furious roar and pitched the cell phone at the wall as hard as he could. It splintered in a shower of plastic, making a dent in the drywall. A shard of the phone's casing hit Missy just above her left eyebrow, leaving a scrape.

Ow! What the fuck is your problem? Missy yelled.

My problem? he spat back. The four guys who kicked me around like a soccer ball get to spend a whole week walking around laughing about it, while I have to hang around here and do fuck-all! And the worst part is, I don't even get to have any goddamn privacy while I heal up!

Well, raging out like an animal and smashing up your own stuff isn't going to make anything better, Missy countered. Especially since the next time Hunter tries to call your phone to make sure you're okay, he won't be able to get through and he'll have a total shit fit. God, you really don't stop to think anything through, do you?

As she said this, Missy pulled out her own phone and sent a text to Hunter. If you need to reach Cain again tonight, use my number. His phone broke.

A moment later, Hunter's response came back. He took the news well, huh? He'd included a smiley emoticon.

I'm thinking plenty of things through right now, believe me, Cain snarled. Like what I'm going to do to those cowardly assholes the next time I see them.

Did you hear a word of what Hunter said? Missy challenged him. Don't you realize who you're up against? I mean, are you one of those weird dudes who's got a pain fetish or something? Do you need to be burned with hot pokers and have fish hooks through your scrotum to get hard or something?

What the fuck do you care what it takes to get me hard? Cain barked.

Missy felt uncomfortable warmth spreading through her face again. He was right—that had been a strange thing to say to him. So why had she?

And no, Cain continued before she could think of a reply, since you asked, I don't have a damn pain fetish. Which is a shame, because if I did, the feeling I've got in my ribs and arm right now would probably have me creaming my jeans. As it is, though, it just makes me want to sleep for forty-eight hours and then murder the whole fucking world.

Cain started toward the hall. Where are you going? Missy asked, trying to keep the nervousness out of her voice. She wasn't entirely convinced that Cain would go along with Hunter's orders, and if he decided that he still wanted to ride off into the night, Missy didn't enjoy the idea of trying to physically restrain him.

I still want a fucking shower, Cain answered tersely. Is that okay with you, or do you want to call Hunter first and make sure I have permission?

Is there anything you need me to do while you're...?

Yeah, Cain growled, limping to the bathroom door. If you're so curious about what will get me hard, suck my cock and find out. Otherwise, mind your own goddamn business.

Cain slammed the door behind him, and Missy heard the water in the shower running a moment later.

She let out an exasperated grunt and grabbed the coffee mugs from the table, tossing them into the sink with the rest of the dirty dishes. The awful smell hit her again and she crouched down, banging around the odds and ends under the sink as she looked for dish soap. She hated the thought of washing dishes for someone who was acting so piggish and ungrateful to her, but if she had to spend the next week or so in this house, she wasn't going to suffer through that sickening odor.

Finally, she found a small, crusty bottle with a peeling label. There was still a thin scum of pink dish soap at the bottom. She plugged the drain, ran the hot water, and shook and pounded the bottle until the last of the soap drizzled over the mountain of dishes.

As Missy waited for the dishes to soak, she rolled her eyes at herself for questioning Hunter's decision to assign this task to her. She hated it, but she also recognized that she'd spent her entire life with Hunter auditioning for this rotten job. Hunter had seen how patient she was able to remain with him even when he was being a complete jerk and a slob, and it was why he had decided she was the only one who could watch over Cain.

And besides, she was a woman. No matter how pissed off Cain got, she knew that her gender would keep Cain from actually hauling off and taking a swing at her. If she were just one of the Eagles, she'd have no such assurance.

Well, fine, Missy thought, chiseling at