In Peace Lies Havoc (Midnight Mayhem #1)(13)

“Didn’t you hear?” Justice teases boldly.

“Why the fuck are you smirking?” I narrow my eyes at him. Just as he opens his mouth, there’s a loud knock on the door.

I’m still glaring at him as I back up and pull it open. “What?” I snap, finally dragging my venomous glare away from Justice and to—“What the fuck do you want now?”

Dove flinches. If I were a better man, I would feel a little guilty about it, but I’m not. I’m not even in the vicinity of a better man, and aside from that, why does she always look so broken? You fucking know why.

“Sorry,” she murmurs, licking her lips. “Ah… I have to—” Her voice drifts into the background as I take in what’s in her hands. A small suitcase.

Justice chuckles from behind me, squeezing my shoulder. “Good luck. You’re going to need it.”

I watch as Justice disappears into the distance with his bags before I bring my eyes back to Dove. “You’re fucking kidding me.” I slam the door wide open and step aside to let her in.

She takes the steps up, and when her feet land on the final one, I tower over her and lean into her ear as she passes. “Well, well, well, look who’s going to be sleeping with monsters.”

She pulls away from me just as Killian walks his overconfident ass down the stairs that lead to our rooms and bathrooms. “Hey!” He smiles at her, his arrogant face lighting up when he spots her.

She ignores him, turning to me. If I gave a fuck, I’d be a smug bastard over that, but I don’t. My fucks are with my last nerves.

I point to the back of the RV. “Your room is down at the end. Bathroom is to the right, and the kitchen is to the left. Seating is here, and there’s a bar, but that’s upstairs—where you are not welcome.”

She nods. “Sure.” Then she turns her back on me and makes her way to the back. I tilt my head, watching her ass sway as she walks, then I notice the fucking iPhone she has shoved into the back pocket of her jeans. Fucking Delila. She obviously feels a certain way about Dove. That much I picked up. Delila doesn’t feel a way about anyone unless it’s hate.

Once Dove is out of earshot, Killian turns to me. “Try not to be too much of an asshole. Remember all the shit we put her through on The Cannon.”

“Be good for you to remember your fucking place before you start barking orders at me, Kill. I’m not in the mood for your dick tricks.” I shove past him and head straight for the door. I need to fucking talk to Delila and see what the fuck it is she’s thinking.

I make my way to Midnight’s RV—almost as big as ours, just with more glitter. I’m almost certain she was heading here after dropping her bomb.

I yank open the door and step inside, instantly engulfed in the rich scent of strong ass perfumes. Think I’d be used to this shit by now, but I’m fucking not.

“King! Hey!” Val purrs, pushing off the white sofa and taking the next few steps toward me.

I whack her hand out of the way. “Where’s Delila? She in here?”

“Nope!” Maya murmurs from the daybed. My eyes drop down her body. Loose boyfriend jeans and a sports bra, earbuds hanging from her ears. “She left about five minutes ago. Why, what’s up?”

“Nothing,” I snap, turning to leave.

“King?” Val reaches for my arm.

I pull it away. “What, Valdis?” She hates her full name, but it fucking suits her. Goddess of Death—she was named appropriately.

“Never mind,” she mutters, sulking. I slam the door once I’m back out in the open. She should know better than to try any bullshit with me. I care about very little, and I like it that way. Usually we would be all in our houses, but because we have an early departure in the morning, we’re already in our RVs. All of us have homes built here, in our suburb, but we also own houses in other places. Aspen, LA, Australia, Rome. We always have a place to go when and if we ever need it.

I go straight for Delila’s RV, bypassing everyone else’s. Pure white crystal chandeliers hanging from her roof—all of that type of shit. Swinging her door open without knocking, I catch her mid-walk, a silk robe on with white and pink lace panties and bra. She leans back on the counter, her robe spreading open wider while tilting her head. “What have I done now?”

“You know what the fuck you’ve done. This isn’t part of the deal, Delila. You don’t run boss bitch on The Brothers, and you damn well know it. Get rid of her.”

Delila’s eyes slant. “It’s interesting that you want her gone so bad, King. Considering who she is…”

I chuckle, licking my bottom lip. “I don’t give a fuck who she is. We don’t need another fifth. She can do one show with us. One. Put her on the fucking Chinese poles for all I care.”

Delila’s eyebrows raise. “Really? Interesting.” She brushes me out, closing the door slightly. “I’ll take that show, King, but mark my words. You’ll find that she is the missing piece you’ve needed.”

I slam the door myself, frustrated with how things have slightly altered. Pulling out my phone, I dial my old man.



“I’m calling a huddle. Your brothers will all meet us there,” My father said, loosening the tie that was around his neck. He tossed it onto the kitchen counter. “My office in an hour, and King?” He muttered, gaining my attention. “Get rid of the sad fucking face.” He disappeared out of the kitchen, and I silently flipped him off, spooning another serving of granola into my mouth. Dad calling a huddle wasn’t unheard of. Midnight Mayhem was back in New Orleans, so that meant pack huddle. Most kids would be fucking ecstatic to be home to see family, nope, not fucking me. I wanted back in my RV and back with my brothers faster than anyone. I hated this time of year. Three days before Halloween. It brought back heavy reminders of bullshit that I didn’t need reminding of.