Havoc
"I am getting married."
I hadn’t moved. I hadn’t breathed since I heard what she had said.
That day, there had been no hesitation in her dark eyes, no flicker of regret, nothing but cold finality.
I had told her it was great news and that I was happy for her. Because I knew I was a coward. I knew I wasn't brave like Damien. I needed the club more than love.
She hadn’t said another word knowing me, knowing my courage. She had turned on her heel and left the office.
I had stood there for what felt like hours. I had mourned the scent of her, the thoughts of her.
For days, I had been mourning her words.
Married.
I stared at the empty space where she had stood while confessing.
That day, she was screaming my name, swearing she belonged only to me.
I grabbed the nearest thin
