Chapter 12Cain
Chapter Twelve
CAIN
J ust when I thought I was tricking my brain into getting that little hellcat out of it, I see her sweet ass strutting across the screen from one of the cameras walking into my bar.
It’s like whatever I do, I can’t escape her.
My plan was just to ignore her. The only reason I should even be conversing with her is if it involves our little arrangement. So why do I find myself slamming my office door shut and marching down to where she’s perched on a stool?
I saw the way drunk fucking Carl was staring at her, looking her up and down like he was going to have a taste whether she liked it or not. If he even so much as lays a finger on her, I’m going to snap it the fuck off.
That has me halting.
When have I ever been possessive of a woman? Fucking never.
I need to get laid or some shit.
Get my head back on straight.
That’s a conversation to have with myself another time because all I can think about is touching her smooth-looking skin. It’s all I’ve thought about since I found out Evan had a pussy. And tits. Glorious fucking tits.
I know she isn’t aware that I just walked up right behind her. We need to work on that. She should always be aware of her surroundings, whether it’s in a place she knows or not.
“Put it on my tab,” I tell Delaney before I can even process the words..
Evan’s scent must be getting to my head. The sweet smell of jasmine, gardenia, and warm woods hits my nose, and all I can think about is wanting to find out if she smells like that everywhere.
My body still has a mind of its own because before I know it, I’m whispering in her ear about how much her sass turns me on and lightly dragging my finger from the bottom of her ear down to the base of her neck. Just enough to have my fix.
I don’t even think she’s aware of the reaction her body has to me. The shudder that moves through her makes me wish we were alone so I could get a taste of that wet heat she has between those sweet thighs.
The attitude she continues to throw my way has my dick in a constant state of hardness. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem, but it seems like the fucker only wants the sweet raven with a side of purple-haired beauty. It’s like as soon as he senses her presence, he’s back to being 15 years old all over again. Begging for just a lick of attention. Literally and figuratively. He just doesn’t know how to act around her.
Evan has quickly become a temptation I’m having a very hard time resisting.
Casting a glare towards Carl that has him inching farther away, letting him know what the fuck is up, I turn and head back toward my office. I almost made it to my door when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Pulling it out, I see it’s a text from Scotch.
Call me.
Picking up on the second ring, I hear, “Hey, Prez.”
“What’s up?” I say as I unlock the office door and step inside.
“You busy? You’re needed at the clubhouse.” That has my eyebrows raising. “Some uninvited visitors decided to stop by,” Scotch says, his voice tight.
Shit. This can’t be good.
“Yeah, I’m at DD’s. Be there in 20.” I hang up without even waiting for a response. Slipping on my cut, I make sure everything is locked up behind me before I slip out the back. The last thing I need is to get a whiff of Evan again and lose all of my fucking concentration.
Pulling up to the clubhouse, I see Spider’s bike, the president of The Reapers MC, a club a few states over who we happen to be in this fucking situation with, along with the other guys he brought with him, parked outside.
Fuck.
The door to the clubhouse slams behind me as I take in the scene. The air is full of tension you could cut with a fucking knife.
My men are flanked by Scotch, and Spider is in front of him as the two face off.
“What the fuck is going on?”
Spider turns his attention to me, eyes set in hard lines as he says, “What the fuck is going on is that our shipment got fucking jacked in the hands of you fucking pussies.” I can feel everyone in the room stiffen, waiting for someone to strike first. “We fulfilled our end of the arrangement. You were supposed to transport it to the cartel, and somehow you fucks managed to fuck that up.”
“Watch your fucking tone, Spider. You might be president of your club, but this is my fucking house your standing in,” I growl.
“You better fucking fix this shit. The last thing I want is the cartel sniffing around. We don’t need a war right now,” he growls back.
“What the fuck do you think I’m doing? I’m working on it.”
“You just going to pull five hundred pounds out of your ass?
And that’s when I lose it.
In a blink of an eye, I’m on him, my hands hauling him up by the collar of his cut, slamming him against the wall behind him. The sounds of guns being drawn echo behind me, but I only have eyes for Spider. “You’re not going to come into my house and talk to me like I’m your bitch. If I said I’m fucking handling it, then I’m fucking handling it. You got me?” I growl, squeezing my hand around his throat.
“I got you,” Spider chokes out.
Releasing him but not before giving him one last shove, I step back. Spider is rubbing his throat while catching his breath, glaring at me. Clearly fucking pissed that I just made him look like the little bitch he is in front of his men.
“Now, if you’re done mouthing off, I can fill you in on what I have set in play,” I say, waiting for a nod of confirmation from him. “We have another contact that we’ve talked to who can come up with the same amount that got jacked.”
“Who is the contact?”
“That’s something you don’t need to know,” I answer, feeling Scotch stiffen beside me.
If they got wind of Evan, Scotch would be out for blood, and I’d be right behind him, ready to fuck a motherfucker up.
“Bullshit. We need to know what we’re dealing with.”
“And if I feel like shit is about to hit the fan, I’ll call your secretary.” I smirk as my eyes slide to the scrawny bitch next to Spider. “We’re done,” I say at the same time the scrawny bitch lets out a growl. “Follow them out, boys. And make sure they get the fuck off of my property.”
On that parting, I head towards the meeting room for church to wait for the rest of the guys. There’s one thing that's not sitting right about their unexpected visit.
Just how did The Reapers find out about the jacked shipment?
“They leave okay?” I ask as soon as they start filing in.
“Sure.” Trick gives me a knowing smirk.
“Cyrus fuck ‘em up a little?”
“You know Cyrus,” came my confirmation. I’m not even going to tell him to chill out. Those fuckers deserve it after showing up unannounced like that.
Cyrus has one outlet he uses to deal with any sort of emotion, and that’s beating the ever-loving shit out of a sorry motherfucker. Can’t say it doesn’t come in handy. It’s why I made him one of my enforcers. It took a little bit of training to get it under control, though. I can’t have anyone just randomly beating the shit out of someone whenever something disrupts them. What would that say about the club?
So we met halfway, and he joined an underground fighting ring. He has a release, and I make a ton of money from betting on him. It’s a win-win.
“Alright!” I yell, the talking quieting down as I wait for their attention. “Does someone want to explain to me how the fuck they knew about the shipment when I specifically said this stays between us for now?” Looking around, the guys are looking at each other like they haven’t got a fucking clue.
“No idea, Prez. I know we had the prospects do clean up, but I know they didn’t leave anything behind. Repo supervised to make sure that shit got done right,” Cyrus said from the seat next to me on my left.
An uncomfortable silence settled over the room as we all tried to think of any possible reason as to how the fuck this happened.
“You think it could have been Evan?” Ink asks, breaking the silence as he raises his hands in defense when the low rumble comes out of me. I’m sure the glare I shot him matched Scotch’s based on the way his fist slammed down on the table.
“No, it wasn’t fucking Evan.”
Every single one of the guy’s eyebrows shot up at the intensity of my voice.
“Alright… didn’t mean no offense, Prez. Just trying to consider all possibilities.”
“Well, if all of you say it wasn’t you, and we covered that it wasn’t Evan, I think it’s safe to say something else is going on.”
The solemn faces around me confirm my suspicions.
But who in the fuck would be stupid enough to double-cross me?