Chaos (Havoc Series Book Two) Read Free

would do it again in a
heartbeat.
    The car ride is silent as we exit the city
heading towards the country. Silence. It's not sweet. It's not
bitter. It's like me right now. It's just there. Normally after a
successful mission there's a buzz. There's an energy. An
excitement. Yet, I'm numb. Maybe it's the fact I don't know where
his body went. I can't imagine he limped away like that to safety.
And what about his car? Evidence he was at my house. I fucking hate
it's still there. Taunting Haven. Maybe I'm numb because I wish
Haven was in my arms. Or maybe, just maybe, it's because the cost
of her freedom is mine.
    The sound of the wheels hitting the asphalt
has a certain comforting lull to it. Between that and the engine
roar, I can almost forget that I'm in the car with Sir who is most
likely deciding how many different ways he can murder me for
murdering someone else. Or maybe how many crimes he feels like
charging me with.
    About an hour and half later, Sir is pulling
off the main road and onto a dirt path with an obvious destination
in mind. He pulls off into a clearing, kills the engine, and stares
out the front windshield. My eyes scan the surrounding areas quite
unfamiliar with where we are. The trees are blocking out most of
the light. The green from them fading into an obvious brown. An
obvious change of seasons. Sir and I haven't been camping together
since I was six. And even then we lived in a different part of the
state.
    “Let's go,” he clears his throat exiting the
vehicle.
    Doing as instructed, I follow suit, grabbing
my bag from the back, the tents, and the cooler. In the process, I
notice a gas can, a long bag that reminds me of what we store our
Christmas Trees in, and a bag full of supplies I can't quite make
out.
    “This way,” Sir demands hiking towards the
right.
    I track behind him traveling through the
trees until we reach an area cleared and more ideal for camping.
So. We really are going camping. I kill someone and Sir's solution
is to take me camping. Maybe this is him in shock.
    “Set up.” The instruction is precise and
without room for question.
    I set up the two tents, both black, both
large enough for the two of us to sleep in comfortably alone. While
I'm working away with that simple task, Sir busies himself with
creating a space for a fire. Once we're both done, he reaches into
the bag he brought and offers me a fishing rod. Confused but still
not willing to question, I take the rod and follow him down another
path to an area that's obviously perfect for the action.
    He sits on the edge of the dock and waits
until I repeat his motions. After doing so, he baits his hook,
without words shows me how to bait mine, and tosses the line into
the water.
    I do so as well, trying to recall the last
time he took me fishing. Before I put my childhood memories behind
a stone wall, I managed to store quite a few but they tended to be
the ones without him. For the first time, I actually feel guilty
about it. I haven't kept many memories of him period. His absence
in my life should make it easier to recall his presence, shouldn't
it? My hands adjust the pole as my brain struggles harder to recall
something between the two of us before Haven came into our lives.
The images are choppy like a YouTube video that just won't
load.
    “Do you remember your favorite book from when
you were a kid?” Sir asks, the question breaking through the
scrambled memories that won't sort themselves.
    Clearing my throat, I shake my head, “No
Sir.”
    His head nods once, “You used to love this
book called The Prince and The Snake .” The title starts
swirling around my brain, and I feel it sounds familiar. Curious as
to why Sir wants to talk about childhood stories, I listen
intently. I may wish for him to just go ahead and loose it on me
about the choice I made, but stalling the ass chewing of a life
time isn't a bad call. “Remember it?”
    I shake my head slowly. “Not really.”
    To my surprise, his face twitches