Chapter 73 Havoc
Havoc
No one talks to me like that.
No one.
But she does.
And the worst part?
She’s right.
I stare at her.
At the anger.
The fear.
The way her hands are still on me like she doesn’t know how to let go.
“You think I don’t know that?” I ask.
“Then act like it,” she fires back.
“You think this is a choice?” My voice is rough now. “You think I want you anywhere near this?”
“I’m already in it,” she says.
And that—
That lands.
Because she is.
Because this isn’t just my fight anymore.
It’s hers.
Dylan’s.
Grandpa’s.
I look away.
Run a hand through my hair.
“This can’t happen,” I say again.
But it sounds weaker now.
Less certain.
“Then why does it feel like it already has?” she asks.
That hits.
Hard.
I look back at her.
And there’s no hiding from it now.
No distance.
No excuses.
Just truth.
“You were Tank’s wife,” I say quietly.
There it is.
The real reason.
The real wall.
Her expression softens.
Not hurt.
Not angry.
Understanding.
“I loved him,” she says.
My chest tightens.
“I know.”
“He’s gone,” she continues gently. “Seven years, Havoc.”
That doesn’t make it easier.
“He was my family in all ways that count,” I say.
“And now we are too.”
The words hit deeper than anything tonight.
I go still.
Because that’s the problem.
She’s right.
And I don’t know what to do with that.