Chapter 14Cain
Chapter Fourteen
CAIN
I t’s been a week, and we’ve made no progress on the missing shipment.
But it’s Friday, and Friday means we party. I’m hoping the pussy and booze will lighten the mood around here for a little bit. We’ve all been on edge all week. I wish I could say mine was from the obvious, but it wasn’t. Much to my displeasure, it has to do with a certain little hellcat.
My plan to get Evan out of my goddamn head is to find the first club girl that begs to suck my cock. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve jacked off at the thought of tasting her sweet cunt. I can’t stop thinking about all of the ways I want to take her. Hard up against a wall. Bent over my desk in both offices so I can smack that sweet ass. On all fours, begging to be deep-throated, shooting my load down her throat.
“We ready to go for tonight?” I call to Levi, the prospect who is stocking the bar.
“Yeah, Prez. Brock is checking the sound system now.”
Perfect.
It isn’t long before the clubhouse is packed. The music is playing, and the booze is flowing. Seated on a couch in the far corner, I look around. We’re pretty well known for our parties in the area. Fuck, anytime I meet up with Matteo, he tells me all the girls from the city can’t shut the fuck up about them. Whenever a girl gets the itch of wanting to live a little on the naughty side, they usually end up here. Scotch has each arm wrapped around a couple right now while another grinds down on his lap. Hash has always been a little more reserved regarding the girls, but he’s even chatting one up in the corner. Lord knows that man needs to get laid.
I snort. Like I’m one to talk.
At 40 years old, the thought of hooking up with a new girl every night has lost its appeal. It just seems like… so much work. The thought of having a woman I actually like warming my bed every night is what's appealing now. Someone who isn’t just trying to get with you because of your patch. I can never say that out loud, though. The brothers would have my fucking balls if they knew I was even thinking about settling down.
“You look stressed, baby.” A girl who has been hanging around the club recently, but I can’t fucking remember her name, pouts as she slides up next to me on the couch. One arm sneaks around the back of my shoulders while her other hand slowly climbs up my chest until she reaches my jaw, lightly stroking.
I turn my head so I’m facing her. “I’m good, babe.”
“You sure? You don’t look okay,” she purrs. “I could take your mind off of it.” Her chest slides against my arm, making my eyes dart down to her overly inflated fake tits that are way too fucking big for her body. I might not be a huge tit man, but I have never been and never will be attracted to fake tits that look like they’re going to fucking pop if I touch them. The skin on them looks tighter than my virgin fucking asshole.
“Nah, uh..” Ah fuck. What is her name?
“Candy. My name is Candy,” she fills in, her smile growing tight.
I snort. Of fucking course, it’s Candy. How original.
My hand moves down to tap her ass. “I’m good, Candy. I think Trick needs some lovin’. He’s had a long, hard day if you catch my drift.” I wink.
“Oh, okay!” And she’s off. Hopefully to give my brother some of that sweetness.
I shouldn’t have done that. I should have taken her up on her offer. That was my plan tonight, to get Evan out of my head, and I just can’t fucking do it. At that thought, something purple across the room catches my eye.
A purple and raven-haired woman is staring right at me with wide eyes.
Fuck.
That’s what’s wrong with me.