Havoc (Book 3): Blood Eagles MC, #3

By Heather West

This is book 3 and the finale of the Blood Eagles MC series!

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: 9781393629238

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Havoc: (Blood Eagles MC Book 3)

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

When they were children , Missy and Hunter had mostly traveled in separate social circles and pursued different interests. They loved each other, certainly, but like most siblings, they generally expressed that love by teasing, abusing, or ignoring one another. The closer bond that evolved into their current living/working relationship hadn't truly formed until much later, when their parents died and Missy realized that Hunter would need her to take care of him as their mother had.

However, even when they were young, there were times when Missy and Hunter had needed a secret place that was all their own—someplace the grown-ups didn't know about—for when they had to discuss important matters far from adult ears.

When Missy was in second grade, they started to use the cavernous drain pipe at the bottom of Hanging Hill, just east of Sparrow Park. The concrete pipe was large enough for them both to stand in—at least until they hit their respective growth spurts a handful of years later—and it was usually bone-dry, except when heavy rainstorms pummeled the town and the pipe flooded with runoff from the gutters.

This was where they'd spoken in hushed tones when Missy was nine, wondering whether their mother and father would divorce after their mother had caught him with another woman. This was where Missy had confessed to Hunter that a girl had been bullying her in her fifth-grade science class, right before Hunter had convinced his then-girlfriend to pay the bitch back by breaking her glasses and rubbing mud into her hair until she cried.

It had been at least a decade since they'd arranged to meet each other at the drain pipe, but Missy hadn't forgotten it, and she was betting Hunter hadn't either.

She parked her car four blocks from Sparrow Park, then skulked down the shadowy streets, doubling back several times and taking back-alleys in case she was being followed. The entire time, she kept her hand on the grip of her gun, ready to pull it out and start shooting if anyone attacked her.

Finally, she reached the dark maw of the drain pipe, peering over her shoulder as she approached it. A silhouette moved inside of it, and Missy felt a rush of fear before realizing it was Hunter. He pulled himself out of the pipe, brushing dirt and grass off the seat of his jeans.

You didn't come alone, did you? Missy asked.

Roger an' Lemonhead are waitin' for me farther up the hill. I told 'em to hang back. What the fuck, Missy? he whispered angrily. I ask you to do one simple thing for me an' the club, an' you can't even do that?

Missy's thoughts guiltily skipped back to thirty minutes ago, and she noticed that Cain's taste was still lingering in her mouth. She licked her lips anxiously. There's nothing simple about it, she replied. Cain won't let me take care of him. Every minute with him is a fight, and I'm done with it. I don't belong there anyway.

Oh? An' where the hell do you belong, then?

At the Knife with you, trying to figure a way out of this mess. You need someone to help you strategize, and you know it.

Hunter barked a humorless laugh. Yeah, maybe, but somehow I doubt it's gonna be you. I've fought my way through plenty of wars with other clubs...

Hunter, be smart. This isn't just another club. You handle this wrong, you try your usual bull-in-a-china-shop routine on Gaspar, and it won't be a war, it'll be a massacre. And what's more, you know this. I saw it in your eyes earlier when we were at Cain's. You know you need me to help you think clearly and come up with a viable plan.

Hunter opened his mouth, then closed it again. Okay, let's say you're right. I don't think you are, but fine. What the fuck did you think you were gonna accomplish by running off on your own? You could've been killed between Cain's place an' here!

If there was anyone tailing me, I shook them off, Missy said. This was too important.

Then if it was so fuckin' important, why didn't you use the phone to reach me?

Because they're listening to our phones, Missy hissed impatiently.

Hunter's eyes widened. Bullshit.

Missy shook her head. It's not bullshit. It's how they've been able to know just about everything we do almost before we even do it. Think about it.

Hunter considered this for a moment, blinking rapidly as he processed it. How could they even do that? An' for that matter, how do you know they did?

It wouldn't be hard for them, Missy said. They've got all the money in the world, and buying surveillance gear online is easy. They've been following us already, so they've had their guys point their little microphones in our direction and intercept our calls while they're at it. As for how I know, I figured it out from talking to Christina.

The hairdresser? What the hell's she got to do with anything?

Her mother runs the Teepee, she replied.

Hunter sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Motherfucker. This starts off with some beating, an' the next thing you know, we've got tapped phones an' all kinds of conspiracy shit.

Christina reached out to me. She sounded terrified. Whatever's going on, her mother's involved somehow and she wants to meet with me tomorrow to talk about it. I'm going to do it and find out what the fuck is happening. This could be big.

Hunter shook his head. Bullshit. You're not going.

Missy's jaw dropped. What?

Could be a trap, just like the Teepee was. I'll send some of the guys to talk to her instead...

No you fucking won't! Missy answered, trying to keep her voice down. "She's already scared. You sending over a few gorillas with patches will only put her more on edge, and you won't get anything from her. Unless you're planning to cuff some innocent hairdresser to the bed frame at the Knife and run a few thousand volts through her