Destined Havoc
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“Havoc,” Nash grinned as he came towards me.  Slapping me on the back, he said, “It’s been awhile, asshole.  How the fuck you been?”
“What’s it been?  Six months?” I asked.
“At least.”
“Yeah, well same old shit, different day,” I said, thinking that nothing much changed in my life anymore.  I spent my days either dealing with assholes or on my bike.  Both were fairly enjoyable, but   lately it had started feeling a little empty.  I didn’t want to think about what that meant so I was doing my best to avoid thinking.  Easier said than fucking done.
“You ready to come home yet?” Nash asked the question that my father and sister kept pestering me with; the question that irritated the fuck out of me.
“No.”  I was adamant.
Nash didn’t push it.  “Fair enough, brother.”  He paused for a moment, his gaze travelling to my shirt.  “You been dealing with some shit today?”
I looked down at the blood on my shirt.  “Yeah.”  Looking back up at him, I said, “I hear you’ve got something else for me to sort out.”
“We do,” he started, but was interrupted.
“Fucking Havoc,” came a deep voice behind me.
I turned to find Jason Reilly walking towards me with a huge shit eating grin on his face.  Unable to stop myself, I grinned back.  J had been like a true brother to me before I left, and although I’d pretty much cut ties with everyone, I still counted him as a friend.  “How’s your sorry ass?” I asked.
He pulled me into a hug and slapped me on the back.  Hugging was not something I did, not even with women, but J had a way of getting shit out of me that I didn’t want to give, and so I let him at it.  When he let me go, he answered me.  “I’m fucking brilliant.”
Nash groaned.  “Don’t get him started, brother.  Madison finally got that ring on her finger and the fucker’s been walking around with a grin full of pussy ever since.”
I wasn’t surprised at this news; J and Madison married was something I’d always seen coming.  “Happy for you, J.  Surprised as fuck that you and Nash are in the same room though.”  These two had never gotten on, so to see them under friendly circumstances was a shock.
“One word for you, Havoc; Madison,” Nash said.  He jabbed his finger at J, and added, “She’s sorted him out.”
“Well she must be a fuckin’ miracle worker to get you two talking,” I said, shaking my head.
J scowled, and muttered, “Let’s just say she has her ways of making me do what she wants.”
I had to laugh at that.  “A woman finally grabbed you by the balls, huh?”
“Laugh all you want, dickhead.  It happens to the best of us.”
Nash cut in, changing the subject.  “As much as I’d like to stand around counting the ways that Madison has him by the balls, we need to hurry this along.  Did Griff give you any info on what’s going on?”
I detected a change in his tone when he mentioned Griff.  “No, but first, what’s going on with Griff?  You pissed that he challenged Scott?”  Scott Cole was the previous Vice President, and from memory he had Nash’s support so I had to wonder at how Griff’s challenge for the VP role had affected club dynamics.
Anger  clouded his face.  “Yes, I’m fuckin’ pissed.  Griff played us all for fools when he betrayed Scott.”
That was a feeling I knew well.  Betrayal by a friend was the worst kind.  “Yeah, I get that,” I murmured, lost in my thoughts for a moment.
Nash moved back to the topic at hand.  “We’ve got a problem with one of the strip club clients harassing one of the strippers at Indigo.  Need you to deal with him so he leaves her alone.  She’s one of our best, and we don’t want to lose her.”
Indigo was the strip club owned by Storm, and from what I knew it was one of their more profitable businesses.  The Brisbane charter kept its nose clean, and instead relied on various business ventures for income.  “You got an address?”
J handed me a piece of paper with an address on it.  “He’s an out of towner, staying at that hotel.”
I shoved it in my pocket.  “No problem, I’ll deal with him tomorrow.  I’ve got some family shit to take care of this afternoon.”
J raised an eyebrow.  “Everything okay?”
“Yeah.”  I didn’t want to get into it, but he continued to stare at me, his gaze demanding further information.  “Dad’s not well so I’m in town for him.”
J nodded slowly.  “Let us know if you need anything, yeah?”
Calling on anyone for help was not something I planned on doing, but I agreed so he wouldn’t push the point.  “Will do.”
“Right, I’m out of here.  Got a hot date, and if I’m late, she’ll withhold sex,” Nash said as he made to leave.
“What the fuck?” I asked, stunned that Nash had a date.  As far as I knew, he never dated.
He grinned.  “I’m a changed man, brother,” he answered as he began walking towards the door.  Turning back to look at me, he added, “It’s about time you found a pussy to stick with.”
“Keep fuckin’ walking, Nash.  Me and pussy don’t play so nice these days.  Unless of course, it’s new pussy, and then I’m all over that shit.”