Chapter 15Evan
Chapter Fifteen
EVAN
I know I have to look like the biggest fucking idiot right now. But I can’t look away, and that infuriates me to no end. Because why? I shouldn’t care what Cain is doing or who he is with. Seeing Cain with that girl all up on him is just what I needed to bring me back to reality. I look nothing like that girl. Her hair is a fried bleach blonde, whereas mine is a rich violet with a black shadow root. One of her tits is as big as my head and so fucking perky that they look like they actually might touch her chin if she looks down. Mine are on the naturally bigger side, but they’re definitely not about to touch my chin anytime soon. You would never catch me without a bra.
God, I hate that I feel so fucking stupid. Stupid for fantasizing about a man who would never want someone like me. Stupid for thinking his flirting had meant anything. I had no business entertaining any of it. My mind just kept playing into the fantasy of him not being a jerk after he apologized.
Fuck him. The last thing I need in my life is someone like him. He would cast me aside in a heartbeat as soon as the next best thing came along.
“Hey, darlin’,” a voice comes from my side, breaking my gaze I had locked on Cain. “I haven’t seen you around before. Can I get you a drink?”
He wasn’t bad-looking. He kind of had that Tom Hardy vibe going for him. You know, when his hair was a little longer on top? Styled and gelled but still has that messy look to it that every single girl in the world finds sexy as fuck. And that neatly trimmed beard that would give you just the right amount of roughness between your thighs to drive you crazy. Just add in a shit ton of tattoos and a few inches in height, and you have this man. I bet his piercing blue eyes get a lot of panties to drop.
“Uh, no thanks. I’m good.” I smile politely, feeling a little on edge with so many people I don't know around me.
I wouldn’t consider myself shy, and I think that’s where people underestimate me. Just because I don’t talk a lot doesn’t mean I won’t put you in your place if you cross a line with me. I just prefer not to socialize, and large crowds make me want to crawl into a hole and never come out. I’m the girl who won’t leave her house for two weeks before she realizes it’s been that long.
“Aww, come on. I’m sure a sweet thing like you needs to blow off some steam every once in a while. How bout we make that night tonight?” The swagger of this man is almost suffocating. But I’ve never been that girl. One-night stands and I have never really mixed. And even if I was going to entertain one, it sure as hell wouldn’t be with anyone associated with Cain.
“I’m uh. Actually, I was wondering if Zek—” I start to say before I remember his road name. I seriously need to get used to the names. “Scotch. I mean Scotch. I’m wondering if Scotch is around.”
“Scotch, huh? What about my brother is it you like? Cause I can assure you whatever he does, I can do a million times better. With a few more fingers added.” Tom Hardy winks as he holds up his hand and wiggles his fingers. A laugh bursts out of me as I feel my cheeks heat up because this man seriously did not just add into a normal conversation that he could finger me better.
“I knew I could get the pretty lady to smile. And holy shit, is it a sight to see. Come on, darlin’. As much as it wounds my ego, I’ll help you find my brother.”
Before I can thank him, he’s off weaving through the sea of people on the makeshift dance floor, bodies grinding and dry humping on each other as I try to keep up. Realizing he stopped, I look around to notice that we are outside. A fire is rolling in the pit toward the middle of the yard. An in-ground pool with a connecting hot tub sits off to the left. The beach volleyball pit to the right has me arching an eyebrow. Tom Hardy must catch it because he sheepishly says, “What? You haven’t lived until you’ve played strip volleyball.”
Well, alright then.
“Yo! Scotch!” Tom Hardy yells toward the pit, making a lot of people’s eyes turn on us. It could be the fact that he’s shouting or more so that his arm is currently around my shoulders.
“This better be good if you're pulling me away fro—” Zeke yells while turning to look over at us and stopping once he notices me. He doesn’t even hesitate before he’s up, taking huge strides to cut the distance between us. “Back the fuck off of her, Ink,” Zeke growls, earning a smirk from Ink. “What’s wrong, Evan? Give me a name, and they’re fucking dead.”
Ah, so the Tom Hardy look-a-like has a name. Fitting, considering the man doesn’t have an inch of skin that isn’t covered in a tattoo besides his face.
I can see it all start to click behind Ink’s eyes. “So you’re the infamous Evan?” he drawls, which earns another growl from Zeke. “Alright, alright,” Ink says, backing away with his hands up, the smirk never leaving his face. “I’ll leave you two to it. It was a pleasure meetin’ you, darlin’. I’m sure I’ll be seein’ you around.” Again, sauntering off before I can thank him.
“I’m so sorry, Zeke,” I rush out. “I didn’t realize you guys were having a party. Although, I guess this is probably a usual night for you guys.” I conclude as I look around at everyone. “It can wait until tomorrow,” I assure him before trying to leave.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. No,” he says while grabbing my arm and turning me back to him. “You’ve never just randomly dropped in to talk to me before, so tell me what the fuck is going on, Ev.”
“Um…” I start but stop. Everyone isn’t watching us anymore, but you can tell they’re trying to listen. I’m seriously regretting my timing in deciding to come to him with my little problem. They’re bikers. Of course they’re partying on a Friday night.
“Come on.” Zeke starts dragging me behind him, picking up on my growing anxiety about the crowd around us.
“Yo, Scotch! Want a shot?” a random dude that is well on his way to being shit-faced yells from over by the bar.
“Later! A little occupied right now!”
I caught Cain’s questioning gaze from across the room, darting between mine and Zeke’s locked hands before I was pulled through the door that leads to the stairs.
“Alright, Ev. Tell me what the fuck is going on,” Zeke says as soon as we are behind the privacy of what I’m assuming is his bedroom door.
“Really, Zeke. It’s not that pressing. I was just stopping by to see if you could help me out with getting some sort of security system for the barn, maybe one with cameras.”
“Why?” His tone had taken on a whole new edge. “You’ve lived there for years now and haven’t said shit about it. Even when I forced you to install the one inside the house.”
It was a fucking stupid idea to come here. Of course he was going to read between the lines and not buy my simple explanation of just wanting some cameras.
“Oh my god. Can’t I just want to upgrade my security system?” I exclaim, throwing my hands up in the air as I start to pace the room.
“No. You fucking can not. A —” he rumbled before getting cut off by his bedroom door bursting open, revealing a very angry Cain. His eyes quickly search the room before settling on us. I visibly see some of the anger leave his body when he notices Zeke and I are feet apart from each other.
Oh my god.
He thought something was going on between us. Did he seriously think we were fucking? Is that why he’s so pissed off? Like he has any sort of fucking right after I caught him with the club girl in his lap.
Zeke shoots Cain a glare as he steps inside the room, closing the door behind him. “As I was saying, the only time a female needs more security than she already has is when she feels unsafe. Now, Evangeline. I’m only going to ask one more time, what the fuck happened?”
Cain’s gaze shoots to Zeke as I cringe at him using my full name. He’s really not going to let this go. So much for Cain seeming like he was starting to calm down. He looks like he’s ready to murder someone again. You would think Hades was in here because of the rumbling that’s coming from that man’s chest. “If you don’t tell him what the fuck happened, I’m going to find out what the fuck happened. And you don’t want me finding out on my own. What fucking happened?” Cain growls, body tight, fists clenched at his sides.
For once, Zeke doesn’t even try to come to my defense. Clearly on Cain’s side. I’m not easily intimidated, but it’s a little fucking scary when you have two angry biker badasses growling at you.
“Okay, okay. Let’s just calm down,” I say as I try to placate them. It doesn’t seem to be working if their stares are anything to go by. “Last night, when I was making dinner, I thought I saw a light from a flashlight or something through the kitchen window out by the barn. I wanted to make sure I wasn’t losing my freaking mind, so I went outside with Hades to—” I get cut off by two growling bikers yelling at the same damn time.
“You should have fucking called me!”
“What the fuck, Evan? You don’t go out there by yourself!”
“Do you guys want to hear the rest or not?!” I yell over them, waiting for them to shut up. “As I was saying, I grabbed Hades and my gun,” shooting a pointed look at both of them so they don’t think I’m a complete idiot, I continue, “before I went outside to look. I quietly commanded Hades to seek while I crept along the treeline because if someone was out there, I didn’t want them to see me. By the time I got close, Hades was growling his ‘I’m going to fuck you up’ growl, and some random fucking dude started up a bike and took off across my yard,” I finish on a big exhale. It feels good to get that off my chest, even if it’s about to bite me in the ass.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” they both say in unison.
“You should have called me immediately,” Cain growls. “I’m not fucking liking this,” Cain says while looking at Zeke, who nods his head in agreement.
“No offense, but you and I aren’t on terms of calling each other for help. I don’t even have your number. It’s also really none of your business,” I say, crossing my arms across my chest, in turn pushing my boobs up. Cain notices the move because his eyes flare as they look down.
“It became my business, hellcat, when you walked your sweet ass into my club and agreed to help us. No one fucks with one of our own.” Cain drags his eyes back up to meet mine. The heat behind them only intensifies.
And damn if my body isn’t betraying me by lighting up. My nipples tighten as I feel heat pool between my legs. Cain’s eyes flare as if he knows exactly how my body is reacting.
“Send Brock out tomorrow to look at what needs to be done,” Cain tells Zeke, breaking our silent exchange.
I decide it’s probably best to leave out the little tidbit about Storm clearly being on something and acting super sus. The two can’t be related, right?
“On it. I’ll pop out with him to see if that mystery dipshit left anything behind.”
“And I want a man on her starting tonight. I know Levi’s sober. I set him on watch duty.” They continue on as if I’m not even here.
Oh, hell no. A random guy I don’t even know will not be staying at my place.
“Um, hello?” I wave my hands in front of their faces. “I’m not having someone I don’t know stay at my place. Don’t I get a say in any of this?”
“No,” they say in unison.
I’m really starting to regret asking for help.