Finding Mayhem

by Layla Frost

heading toward the front door. He paused, touching the alarm panel before muttering, “Not surprised she had a security system and doorbell camera to rival a bank vault.” “It’s good?” “One of the best available. Fastest response time.” His lips quirked as he amended, “For commercially available.” Safe for me and Squish. Exactly what I need. “You have the passcode?” he asked. I had the instructions on how to reset it, but that was basically the same thing, so I nodded. He walked outside, and my attempt to follow was promptly shut down. First by a look, then by him outright telling me to accept the help and stop being a pain in the ass. He said it while grinning his dimpled smile, so he didn’t actually seem upset, but I took the warning and waited by the door. I studied his retreating back—more specifically, the emblem on the leather vest. A skull and crossed gavels with the name Court of Mayhem. I knew nothing about biker clubs, but it was a cool name and a very coordinated design. I didn’t bother to give him my thoughts on the artistic design when he returned with the tote that’d been giving me so much trouble.