Wreaking Havyk - Faith Gibson Page 0,1

close. Before she could open her eyes to see who it was, excruciating pain radiated across the back of her head. Mercedes tried to drag in a breath, but even that hurt too badly. Her vision dimmed, and she sank into darkness.

Chapter One

Hayden

Hayden was not hiding out in the paint booth no matter what Kyllian said. Kyllian could suck it. The custom paint job was finished, and Hayden had no reason to be sitting on his ass against the door, but there he was. It was the only place he could be alone. When that door was closed, nobody came in to bother him. If someone needed him, they knew to text. If it was an emergency, they were to call. Otherwise, his time in the booth was his. The jobs he took building bikes outside the MC were high-paying gigs, and the work he did was often meticulous. Like the bike he had to put together and deliver to Texas. Hayden was looking forward to the trip south. Not only would he score a big payday, he would also get to spend time with his older sisters. All six of them.

Between his parents, his four brothers, three mates, and toss in his nieces and nephews, Hayden rarely had a minute to just breathe. Normally, he didn’t mind his family, but lately, they’d noticed the change in his behavior, and they were getting worried. They shouldn’t be. Hay was just in a funk. He’d get over it. His sisters would see to it. Not Maveryck and Warryck, but his three sets of twin sisters. Hayden hadn’t seen his older siblings in several years, and he was looking forward to their brand of smothering. They learned from Rory, but where their mother would try to hug the truth out of him, his sisters just plied Hayden with food and alcohol.

Being around his brothers, each finding their mate, was getting to Hayden. He wanted what they had. A female to come home to at night. One who would ride on the back of his Harley and laugh at his stupid jokes. One who looked at him like he’d hung the moon, yet not expect him to be a hardass biker twenty-four seven. He didn’t care if she was a badass in her own right like Natalia or a naïve virgin like Rhiannon. Even someone in the middle like Kerrigan would do. Hayden didn’t have a type. Not really. He just wanted someone to love him for him, just the way he was.

Hayden flipped the fan off and opened the door. Thinking of Kyllian must have brought his brother to the club because he was sitting on a stool drinking a beer. “Kayos? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, dickhead. Can’t I visit because I want to?”

“You could, but lately, you don’t.” Hayden didn’t mean to get pissy with his best friend, but lately, Kyllian had been spending all his free time at one BDSM club or another. Hayden didn’t think less of him for it, but that wasn’t Hay’s scene.

“And that right there is why I’m here. I’ve missed hanging out with you. So, what do you say you get cleaned up, and we go out?”

Now that Hayden was paying attention, Kyllian was dressed nicer than just jeans and boots. Instead of a basic white T-shirt, he had on a maroon button-up with the sleeves rolled up. He wasn’t wearing his kutte either.

“I can do that. Where are we going?”

“I was thinking the Rooftop, but if there’s somewhere else you’d rather go…”

The Rooftop was a forty-minute drive, but it was one of Hayden’s favorite places. It was a two-story club with loud techno music downstairs, but upstairs was more laidback. Then, true to its name, the rooftop bar had a view of the city with soft jazz playing in the background, and the patrons didn’t have to yell to be heard.

“I’d like that. Have you eaten? Because I’m starving.”

“That’s what happens when you hole up in there all night.” Kyllian pointed at the door Hayden had just exited. Hayden rolled his eyes, refusing to take the bait.

“Yes, but I finished, so tomorrow I can put the tank on and get the bike ready for delivery.”

“I can’t wait to see the finished product. It’s going to be your best one yet.” Kyllian drained his beer and tossed the bottle in the recycling bin.

“I was just thinking that same thing. Not because I did it, but because of the subject.” The airbrush design was one of the