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    “I thought you were taking me to go to bed?” I asked as we walked down the same hall as


    Psycho’s room.


    “You’re going to sleep with me tonight,” Havoc told me, his voice t. Which kind of shocked <ol><li>me. Both the t tone and the deration that we were going to his room. </li></ol>


    “Why?” I asked, unable to help myself.


    “Because L… he trailed off.


    I peeked up at him, wondering if he was angry. He didn’t look angry. If anything, he looked


    tired. Exhausted really.


    “Karam make you babysit me tonight?” I asked. “Is he going to show up to try to have a


    repeat of the night I spent with Psycho and CG?”


    Thest four days, Karma has tried everything to get into my pants. Granted, it’s not like it hasn’t been working. I just refused to be eager for him like I was for the other two that night. It’s the only way that I know how to drive him crazy right now. He’s the only one that hasn’t tasted mydy bits. I know that it’s driving him crazy not to have me like the others have. He refuses to cross a certain line, apparently. I don’t know if he just wants to hear me beg or


    what, but I refusel


    That being said, Karma has enlisted Psy.cho and CG to constantly work me up. None of us have gone as far as we did a few days ago, but I still spend all 24 hours of the day with one pair of hands all over me. We’ve just all… kept our tongues above our chests. Sort of.


    Gah! What am I even thinking right now?


    “I don’t know if he’ll show up,” Havoc replied to me as he opened his bedroom door and gently pushed me inside. “But he didn’t order me. I just happened to be around when I heard you and


    Snapper. I told him that I’d take care of you tonight.”


    “And that meant bringing me back to your room?” I asked as I looked around.


    It’s simr to Psycho’s room, but a bit smaller. Same gray walls that were practically bare. He didn’t have a couch like Psycho’s room, but he had a huge bed. And a bathroom, but all the


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    rooms have one. His bed was messy, like he never made it this morning. He had deep–red, silky sheets, which kind of surprised me. Wasn’t what I pictured Havoc to have. Though, the in ck duvet is.


    There was a picture hanging in a frame beside a tall dresser. It’s a picture of us; Havoc, Everly, Mom, Tusk, and me. The first family vacation we ever <i>took</i>. Havoc had his arms wrapped around mine and Everly’s shoulders. Tusk was on the other side of me and Mom on the other side of Everly. We look like a real family. I remember that day <i>too</i>. Everly got me into so much trouble that I spent the entire next day in the hotel room by myself while they went out. Mom said that if I couldn’t stop acting out, then I didn’t deserve to have fun <i>on </i>our trip.


    I can’t believe Havoc hung it up.


    “Maybe I just want to sleep in my own bed,” Havoc muttered as he walked closer to me. At first, I thought he was going to touch me, or ask me about the photo I was staring at. Instead, he just opened one of the drawers of his dresser and pulled out a in white T–shirt. Then he turned to me, but my focus was still on the picture. I didn’t understand why it was the only thing he had hanging up. Like that was some kind of great trip or something. “Do you hate


    it?” Havoc suddenly asked, his voice soft.


    I turned my head to look at him. I knew he was talking about the picture, I just wasn’t sure


    why. Did I hate the picture? Did I hate that he had it up? Did I hate the memory?


    “I’m confused,” I decided to say instead of saying yes, and throwing the damn thing across


    the room like I wanted to. “Why do you have it framed and hanging up like it was some kind of amazing trip? Or maybe that’s how you remember it…”


    Havoc blew out a breath as he looked at the picture. He reached out, plucking it off the wall. His eyes were glued to it, a faint, sad smile touching his full lips. I had to admire him for a


    moment. He looks so tired with those dark circles under his honey eyes. His long hair is


    pulled back in a bun, but it’s frizzy as hell, a total mess.


    Something about the tired way Havoc looked made me feel bad though. I know he’s been avoiding me, but I wasn’t exactly sure why. I didn’t expect him to lose sleep over it. Is there


    something else going on?


    “Honestly, Angie got this for me as a Christmas gift our first Christmas without you,” Havoc said, still looking at the picture. “She knew I missed you, but apparently Everly thought it would be even more special to have a picture of us as a family instead of just me and you. 1 didn’t think much of it back then. I was just happy to have it. Put it up in my room, brought it


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    with me when I moved in here… It wasn’t even about the memory of the trip, just… seeing you so happy before everything went to sh.it… Seeing us as a family, getting along, hanging out… I missed that. Even if I wasn’t willing to admit it to myself. I think Angie probably knew that.” <fn642d> ???s ??????? ?s ?????? ?? Find_Novel(.</fn642d>


    Havoc didn’t take his eyes off the picture in his hands. I was a little confused to be honest.


    He was the one that told me they were all happy to see me go. He was the one that made me


    go back to Daniel even after I begged.


    “But seeing the way you looked at it,” Havoc continued, his honey eyes finally meeting mine. “I


    remembered what happened on that trip. The way Ev twisted everything around. The only good thing that came out of that trip was that night that you and I spent <i>together </i>when you


    fell asleep in my arms.”


    <b>“</b><b>All </b>we did was hang out and watch movies since I wasn’t allowed to leave,” I said, rolling my


    eyes.


    “It was still my favorite part,” he mumbled, setting the frame on the dresser with the picture


    face down.


    “You’re confusing,” I grumbled.


    Havoc averted his eyes as he held out the white shirt he pulled from his dresser. He gestured to the bathroom and I reluctantly took the shirt before marching in that direction. I’m not


    even tired. I didn’t want to go to bed. I was actually looking for Coco or Roxy or Glitter, or someone to hang out with while I waited for one of the guys to find me. I just didn’t think it


    would be so soon. Or that it would be Havoc.


    After changing, I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. Things have been so weirdtely. Especially after everything with Psy.cho and CG. Then that conversation with Karma. It has


    me… second–guessing everything. I, Ann, and Cami don’t make it easier either. Or the chatter I hear about how I’ve apparently given this ce life since I stepped through the door.


    None of it makes sense.


    Would the entire club, all the ol‘dies, the men who’ve been taking care of me… could they all be scheming together? All of them? Is it really usible to think that not one of them would have issues with ying me?


    Honestly… the more I think about it, the more I feel like there’s just no way that’s true. Which means that something isn’t right. Someone has been lying to me. I can either figure it out for myself, or be in the dark my whole life.


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    I just… have no idea how to find out for myself. There’s no proof anywhere that I know of at least. Daniel always said there were texts and voicemails, but he always yed them for me


    or showed them to me when they were abusing me. When I couldn’t focus and had tears.


    blurring my vision.


    I blew out a breath and shook my head. I need to talk to my mom. Maybe if she can answer some questions for me, I can decide who’s been lying. Assuming that I can believe her.


    Ugh, my head hurts.


    I shook my head and walked out of the bathroom, deciding to just let it be tonight. I was


    surprised to see Havoc lounging on his bed in only his briefs. His eyes <i>were </i><i>closed</i>, hair was


    down, and his hands were folded behind his head. I wasn’t sure he even saw mee out. I


    had half a mind to sit right on top of him just to tease me, but I didn’t.


    Because that would be crazy.


    Instead, I walked to the other side of the bed and sat down. I stared out the window at the


    moon in the sky and smiled. I felt the bed shift behind me soon before I felt Havoc’s body


    heat. He moved around until he was sitting beside me, staring out the window too. I leaned


    my head on his shoulder as my smile grew.


    “This reminds me of how it used to be,” Havoc muttered.


    “You mean, <i>before </i>everyone started hating me and decided they wanted nothing to do with me anymore?” I asked, my voice soft despite the weight of that question.


    Havoc sighed.


    “Bly… there’s something I need to tell you.”


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