“Of course, I understand. Even if it is boring. But don’t worry baby girl, uncle Havoc will make it extra exciting. Yes, I will, god you are so bloody cute. I could just eat you up.” He says when he kisses her little hand and I see the pure love and protection in his eyes as he looks at my daughter.
“I think she is ready to sleep.” He says as he walks off with her and I follow behind him. I know Havoc didn’t have a great childhood growing up. It was filled with pain. He had to fight to survive.
He doesn’t talk about it, but I know it was hard for him. He was trained to be a weapon at an early age. I know he killed a man when he was five. His father was proud that he destroyed his child. Havoc killed his parents and fled when he was eight.
My mom found him when he was ten and took him i
