Havoc (Storm MC Book 8) - Nina Levine

A Note To Readers

Book 8 in the Storm MC Series

The events in Havoc take place after Revive.

This means that what happened in Slay, Illusive & Command haven’t occurred yet.

If you haven’t read any of the Storm MC books you can still read Havoc and enjoy and follow the storyline. I have written it as a stand alone. However, please understand there are spoilers contained in this story for anything that happened prior to my book, Revive.

Also, if you read my novella, Destined Havoc, this book gives you their whole story. I’ve rewritten parts of Destined Havoc and included that in this book. So, technically you could skip ahead to chapter nine and start there, but honestly I’d recommend you do a re-read of the first eight chapters. I mean, there’s no such thing as too much Havoc, right?!!

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For Mature Audience 18+

Contains Adult Sexual Situations & Language

Dedication

This book is dedicated to the perfect life we think exists.

It doesn’t.

Sometimes life works out differently to the plan in our head, and that’s not always a bad thing.

Sometimes the one journey we don’t want to take is the one journey our soul needs to take.

“The past has no power over the present moment.”

~ Eckhart Tolle

If you’re going through the daily grind and shit’s getting too fucking real and you reach the point where you doubt yourself, just remember - You’ve got this, girl.

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The events of Havoc take place after the events of Revive.

Havoc

She had to be fucking kidding me. Rubbing her hand against my crotch, she begged, “Come on, baby, take me back to your place and show me how well you can use this.”

No way was I fucking this crazy bitch. I knew women like her. They were always on the lookout for a man to pay their bills. I would never be that man again.

Her hot breath on my ear turned me way the fuck off. Pushing her hand away from my body, I muttered, “I can use it really fuckin’ well, just not with you.”

She took a step away from me, eyes wide, stunned at my refusal. Her face clouded over in anger. “Well, aren’t you a prick,” she spat. “Leading me on like that and then telling me no. I’ve wasted my time on you, time I could have spent finding a man who knows a good thing when he sees it.”

Fuck, bitches like her pissed me off. Usually, I wouldn’t waste my breath, but I’d had a shit of a day, and she’d just pushed me that bit too far. “Let’s get something straight. I didn’t fuckin’ lead you on. I didn’t buy you a drink, didn’t do much talking and I sure as hell never gave you the impression I wanted to fuck you. I’ve met too many women like you, so I know what you’re after, and there’s no way you’re ever getting it from me. Been burnt once in my life, not going back for seconds. So move the fuck on and leave me the hell alone.”

She stiffened as her mouth fell open. She recovered quickly though, and narrowed her eyes at me. “Fucking asshole,” she snapped, before giving me one last glare and stalking off. I pitied the poor bastard she latched onto next.

Turning back to the bar, I motioned to the bartender to bring me another scotch, and contemplated why the hell I was back in Brisbane. It had been six months since I’d been home, and a year before that.