Havok: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance by Riley Rollins Page B

out the pill bottle long ago, because I'm too low to need it. I have four, maybe five pills left.
    I hold the capsule on the tip of my finger like a precious gem, looking at it in the dark. Or maybe I'm holding it like a poisonous morsel. In this case, there's no difference.
    I want to stop taking these, but I'm hooked. But it'll work itself out soon. Because I'm going to run out, and I won't have the option to get more. It's going to be a forced detox. Honestly, I'm terrified. It's going to be bad. Really bad.
    And I don't want Havok to see me like that. I guess when it inevitably happens, I'll try to convince him I caught the flu, but I bet he'll see right through me.
    Sighing, I pop the pill into my mouth and roll it around on my tongue. It's bitter and medicine-like. When I was a little girl, the taste of pills made me gag. They'd stick in my throat when I'd try to swallow them. I don't have that problem anymore. But I still taste them for some reason, every time, even though the taste is disgusting.
    I grab the straw of the CamelBak, stick it in my mouth, and suck. A flood of purified water enters my mouth and washes the pill down. Instantly, I feel better, my anxiety melting away.
    I'm not so worried to be here any more. Not so worried about what'll happen at my old apartment, when the landlord enters it and reports the both of us missing. Not so worried about what'll become of me.
    The worst part is, there's no way the chemicals have hit my bloodstream yet. And that's the true sign of an addict. Getting a fix just from the ritual.
    I wiggle around on the bed, getting comfortable. I take the sweater off my legs, and stretch out on the bed. I'm not cold anymore.
    My mind wanders. I think about Havok, my mind escaping into a dreamlike state.
    There's definitely something sketchy happening. Sketchy beyond him killing Brock and keeping me here. He's hiding something much more than that.
    I think he's part of the Russian mob. That's got to be it. I've always tried to steer clear of those guys, but it's not exactly a secret that the Bratva runs this town.
    I'll figure it out. Find the truth. Somehow.
    He's not all bad, though. Hell, maybe he's not even a little bit bad. He doesn't hit me. Isn't cruel. Has his shit together. In this beautiful home that's a world away from my old, shitty apartment.
    This isn't how I dreamed my life would go, or how I wanted things to happen with Havok, but stripping at the club was a dead end. Maybe, just maybe, once I'm detoxed and he lets me go—if that's actually his plan—I can start fresh. I'll just have to avoid falling back into the stripping life. Fast, easy cash is so hard to resist.
    No matter how weird this situation is, no matter how frustrated he makes me, I can't help feeling like I'm growing closer to him, emotionally. There's a good man inside there. There's chaos and pain inside, but not evil.
    As I slip deeper into my high, I absent-mindedly slip a hand below the waistband of my sweatpants. I press my fingers over my cotton underwear. Wetness seeps through them.
    That's what Havok does to me, and I can't help it.
    I press harder against my panties, feeling the hard nub between my legs. My eyelids droop farther shut, and I put all my focus into rubbing harder. A tingle, a deep urge radiates out from my clit, filling my body with warmth and need.
    I know the way Havok looks at me. I know what it means. But for some reason, when any other man would take advantage of me, he doesn't. He doesn't even take me when I throw myself at him.
    I need some release. But I'm slipping.
    Exhausted, I give up on touching myself. I cross my hands over my chest and tuck my head against a pillow. A deep, chemical sleep takes me away. The only thing I dream of is Havok.

22

Havok
    M y phone rings , buzzing urgently on the nightstand, pulling me out of my slumber.
    I dreamt that Penny slept in my bed last night. I almost couldn't fall asleep, my cock was so hard, but when I finally did, she owned