Chapter 6Cain
Chapter Six
CAIN
I seriously need to get laid. It’s been so long that I swore I felt something when I touched her hand. It’s got to be the lack of pussy that's making me lose it.
“You think she’s actually going to help us out?” I ask Scotch. The way she just ran out of here has me doubting everything we just agreed on. She’s got a set of balls on her. I’ll give her that. A lot of patched brothers don’t even have the balls to talk back to me the way she just did.
Scotch sighs, “Yeah. She’s not one to leave me hangin’. I just don’t want any of this blowing back on her.”
“It won’t. You have my word on that,” I assure him. Nothing is going to happen to that sexy little hellcat. She might think she’s hiding behind that quiet personality, but I liked what I saw when I pushed just right. I shouldn’t be looking forward to pushing more, but I am. She’s the first woman that’s held my attention for more than five minutes in over a year. Call me fucking intrigued.
“Text me her address.” I’m not asking.
Scotch’s gaze shoots to me, eyes narrowing slightly. “No offense, Prez, but I would like to be the one that checks up on her with all of this shit going on.”
“Not going to happen. Too much on the line, Scotch. You know that. Don’t worry your pretty little head. I don’t bite.” I smirk. Unless it’s in the bedroom. “Let’s keep this between us until we know it’s a done deal. Our brothers run their mouths more than a bunch of fucking 13-year-old girls.”
A small part of me isn’t ready to introduce her to the club. The brothers will be all over her, and the thought of one of them even laying a hand on her makes me want to cut their finger off and shove it up their ass. And that’s not like me. Fuck. She looks way too young for me, too. Basically a baby.
“Fuck me,” I mumble as I rub my hands down my face.