Chapter 20Evan
Chapter Twenty
EVAN
H e seriously just left me.
Leaving me looking dumbfounded like the idiot I am.
After everything that happened today, I thought his attitude toward me had changed. At least, it seemed like it had, right? There was the whole shower thing, and he seemed so different afterward. I knew I should have listened to my gut. It seemed so weird that he was suddenly all over me and so nice in a way that seemed too good to be true. It was completely out of character for a man like Cain, and I should have realized that.
“You good?” I look over to see Zeke and Hash watching me closely as I pick at my burger that Dell had just dropped off before taking Cain’s to the office or wherever the hell he went I guess. So much for taking me to get food. I guess I thought that meant we would actually eat together.
“Yeah, I’m alright. This is all just a bit overwhelming. You know I barely leave my house. Sitting in a packed bar on a Friday night isn’t exactly the norm for me,” I reply, hoping he doesn’t catch on to my lie. Small fib, if you will. I mean, it’s half the truth. I really don’t get out much, and large crowds give me a shit ton of anxiety, but really, I’m mostly sad about the change in Cain.
He seemed to accept my answer, though, because he nods his head before turning back toward the band.
You know what? Fuck Cain. Fuck him and the high horse he walked in on. I can’t believe he just left me here like this. And I can’t believe I let that piece of shit shave and finger fuck me. And then that motherfucker has the audacity to bring it up in front of everyone. I know they don’t literally know, but it’s still fucking embarrassing.
Reaching into my pocket, I pull out a fifty, which should be more than enough to cover my food, drinks, and tip. I throw it down on the table. “I’m going to head out.”
“Don’t think that’s a good idea, darlin’,” Hash says, shaking his head as he brings his drink to his mouth.
“And why not?” I snap.
“Prez wants us to keep an eye on ya. He would have our ass if he found out we just let ya leave.”
“Well, boys, this clearly seems to be a foreign concept to you, but I don’t need a keeper.”
“Come on, Ev. Just wait for Prez to finish, and he’ll take you home,” Zeke pleads, knowing I’m not one to be told what to do. All of these men in my life can just fuck off.
“Fine. I need to use the restroom,” I say before I slide out of the booth without waiting for a response.
Praying there’s a back door I can slip out of, I duck into the bathroom on my way in that direction, just in case they’re both watching me. I quickly check my social media profile to buy some time and make it look like I’m actually using the bathroom. After a few minutes, I quietly open the creaky bathroom door, looking both ways to make sure I don’t see a face I know, and I put my plan into motion.
“Ah ha!” I cheer to myself as I spot the backdoor that I was hoping would be there. Quickly walking out and heading in that direction, I pass a closed door that I assume is Cain’s office.
“Jokes on you fucker.” I flip off the door before pushing the backdoor open, the cool nighttime air calming my flushed skin. I laugh at the thought of him possibly having to ride bitch on the back of one of the guys’ bikes since we drove my car here.
Walking around the back of the building, I pass two different couples fucking up against the wall, both watching the other. I know it’s rude to stare, but I can’t seem to look away. I always thought it would be hot as hell to have someone watch. I never found that person with whom I felt comfortable enough to do that with, though. But do I need comfort? I let some guy I’ve only known a week finger fuck me while he shaved my pussy in the shower. I think comfort might not be needed.
One of the girls’ moans is getting higher and more breathy, but I can’t stay for the finale. I can’t risk the guys realizing I’m not coming back. But I’ll be damned if I let some guy like Cain yank me around like I’m on a chain. I’m not a fucking dog. I won’t be waiting for you to tell me to come when the mood strikes. Figuratively and literally.
Beeping the locks on my car, I slide into the driver's seat and fire her up, hoping I can make it home before they notice I left. It isn’t until I’m parked in my driveway that I come to the conclusion that I might have fucked up.
How do I know I fucked up? Because my headlights are shining on my front door. My front door that is currently ajar. I rarely use that door. I can’t even remember the last time it was open. It’s basically a decoration piece at this point.
“Okay. Okay,” I whisper to myself. Do I call the cops? I don’t really want to wait if it’s nothing. I should call Zeke, but I kind of ruined that one by sneaking out. “It’s okay. I’m a grown-ass woman. I got this,” I tell myself. I need to check on Hades anyway.
Oh my fucking god! Hades!
I quickly grab the switchblade I keep in my glove box before throwing my car door open and rushing up to the door.
Wait.
I probably shouldn’t just bust in here balls to the wall, right? I mean, what if the psychopath that broke in is still inside?
“Please don’t let this be how I die,” I whisper to myself before slowly pushing open the door enough that I can quietly slip through. I’ve seen enough crime documentaries to know it’s a very real possibility that this is how I’ll go.
Looking around, I don’t see anything out of place except for the dirt tracked in by whoever broke in.
How fucking rude. You’re going to break into my house and get it dirty?
I slide along the entryway wall in stealth mode until I can peek around and look into the kitchen like a lurking cat.
All clear there.
Continuing to creep along, I check the dining room, living room, and formal sitting room, which I turned into a library. They’re all clear, too. No sign of anyone.
What the hell? Where is Hades?
I dash up the stairs and quickly check all the rooms, only to come up empty-handed. It isn’t until I’m headed back down that I hear the unmistakable whine of my baby that makes my heart stop and my stomach drop.
“Hades?!” I yell, sprinting the rest of the way toward the whine that keeps coming from the downstairs bathroom that’s just off of the kitchen.
I don’t think I’ve opened a door so fast in my life before I’m being tackled and licked by a freaked-out Hades.
“It’s okay baby. It’s okay,” I soothe. “Are you okay? Let Mama check you over.” I run my hands along his body, checking for any cuts or scrapes and coming up with nothing. Thank god. Someone would seriously find themselves fucked up if anything had happened to him.
Finally calming him down enough to let me up off the floor, I flip on the switch for the kitchen light.
I scream and freeze as I notice the spray-painted writing on the far back wall of the living room, which is still only drywall.
If you know what’s good for you bitch you will stop associating with the Devils. This is your only warning before you get what’s coming to you.
Oh my fucking god.
Is that a threat? Did I just get threatened? This is all too fucking much for me to deal with right now. I bring my hands to my head, wrapping in my hair as I start to pace.
Someone had just fucking broke in and vandalized my place.
Wait a minute, how did the alarm not go off?
Whipping my phone out of my pocket, I try to sign on to the cameras that Brock installed, only to find them offline.
“Please tell me this isn’t happening right now,” I say just as I hear a bike turn into my drive. I flip off the light before diving into the kitchen, grabbing the gun out of the kitchen drawer, making sure to stay out of the moonlight coming in through the window above the sink as I walk back through to the living room, trying to peek out the front window to see who it is.
I can’t see the bike well enough in the dark to recognize it. I really need to get the fucking floodlights fixed. Hades lets out a low growl, clearly on edge, just like me. I jump as I hear heavy footsteps coming up the back steps before they pound at my backdoor, yelling, “Open the fuck up, Evan! I’m about to spank your ass so hard for making me ride bitch on Scotch’s bike like some club pussy bitch.”
Holy fuck.
It’s Cain. A very pissed-off Cain.
And for some reason, I’m not even mad that he’s being a dick after the shit he pulled back at DD’s. All I can feel is relief. I can feel the tears coming from the adrenaline of fear that’s been coursing through me, starting to crash as I sprint toward the backdoor, unlocking and yanking it open in record speed.
“You bet—” Cain starts to growl before I cut him off by throwing my arms around him, shoving my face in his neck, tears freely flowing now.
“What the fuck, hellcat?” Cain asks, instantly wrapping his arms tightly around me. It isn’t until I feel the security of his arms that I realize how bad I’m shaking. “Talk to me.”
“What the hell, Ev?” I hear Zeke coming up behind Cain, concern clear in his voice.
I look up, and his face instantly turns to anger at the sight of my tears. “Tell me who the fuck I’m killing,” he says before walking past us into the house. “What the fuck, Evan?!”
Cain pulls back slightly, leaving his arms still around me as he shoots a questioning look my way before dragging me inside to see what has Zeke freaking out.
Oh shit.
Maybe I should have been the one to tell them.