All The Sky (Signal Bend #5)(129)

By: Susan Fanetti


The sounds of Cory’s sweet alto rose up faintly from the baby monitor, and Havoc reached over and turned the volume back up. He loved to hear her sing to their boy. The sound soothed him almost as much as it soothed Luke. He needed soothing.

He’d spent most of the night in county lockup, a place he hadn’t seen in all the years that Keith Tyler had been Sheriff. They’d been pulled over on their way back in after their latest run—which made no fucking sense, considering that after the run, they were clean, law abiding citizens with only registered, permitted weapons on board. They’d taken to dumping their unregistered metal after each drop—expensive and a pain in the ass, but safer.

Still, they’d been hauled in and held for hours without charges or access to phone calls or lawyers. And then released. Just like that.

Leon Seaver had been in the job for months. Until now, he’d poked them a few times, leaning hardest on Len, but he hadn’t caused them serious trouble. Nothing that had gotten in their way. Now, though, he looked to be staking his claim. Dom had yet to find anything strong enough to use to turn him to their side. There were a couple of cracks in his veneer of legal righteousness, but nothing they could wedge themselves into. Yet.

The baby monitor had gone silent, and Havoc waited for Cory to come back. He wouldn’t be able to sleep until she was with him. His head would calm when he was holding her. But minutes passed, and she didn’t come back. Finally, he got out of bed and yanked his jeans on, then went out to find his woman.

She was in Luke’s room, sitting in the big, upholstered rocker, sound asleep, her head tipped back, and her mouth open a little. Luke was lying on her chest, his head bouncing as he rubbed his little face on his hands. Havoc went over and eased his son from Cory’s hold. She sighed but didn’t wake.

He kissed his son’s head. “Hey, Luke. Close those eyes, little bro. Let your folks get some sleep.” He’d given up the ‘Loki,’ at least for now. It upset Cory—a lot, in fact; she’d been extra emotional since he’d been born—to think that he was pushing their boy in any particular direction in life. He got that, he did. So he called him Luke. But he’d be lying if he said that, even now, when things in the club were often dangerous and might be more, he didn’t harbor a dream of putting leather on his sons’ backs. Both of them. Nolan and Lucas. His sons.

He’d been so afraid he wouldn’t be able to find in himself the love of a father, that he’d be hard and cold and brutal. That he’d be his father. But now he knew for a certainty that that would never be true. He wasn’t sure what kind of father he’d be, or how badly he would screw up, but the love he felt was not something he’d ever be able to hold back. When his boy, still slimy and covered with white goop, had opened those dark, dark eyes and stared hard at him, Havoc had known the kind of man he was.

A man for whom his love for his family was everything.

The man he’d once been had not wanted any of this—no woman, no children, no family but the Horde. The profound changes he’d undergone made no sense or rhyme or reason. But Cory had changed everything. Loving her had changed everything. She had healed scars he’d forgotten about, whose presence had shaped him in ways he had not even been aware of before her. He’d thought he’d been happy. He’d been wrong. Now, even as the club contended with another difficult time, another great enemy, Havoc’s life was brighter and bigger and freer than he’d ever thought it could be, like a long, open road canopied by an infinite sky.

He would not fail her. He would not fail their family.

When Luke settled on his shoulder and became heavy, Havoc laid him in his crib and watched until sleep took full hold. Then he turned and leaned over his sleeping wife.

“Cory,” he whispered. “Wake up, honey.”

Her eyes fluttered open. “He okay?”

“He’s great. Zonked out. Put your arms around me.”

She did, and he lifted her from the chair. She wrapped her legs around him, too, and he carried his wife back to their bed.



THE END