Chapter 29Cain
Chapter Twenty-Nine
CAIN
S omething is tickling my nose.
I inhale deeply, taking in that familiar scent—the same scent that has quickly become my home. Opening my eyes, I smile.
Evan is sprawled out on top of me with her face tucked into the corner of my neck. Hair wild and scattered all over my chest and beard. Only the top sheet covers my favorite ass in the world, leaving her back exposed.
What I wouldn’t give to wake up like this every day.
I still can’t believe what an asshole I was yesterday. I probably would have lost her if Evan hadn't been so stubborn and determined. Lost this scary feeling of home that I’m growing to love. I have a feeling it would have been the biggest mistake of my life. I’m proud of her, though. I like that she didn’t take my shit lying down. If she’s going to stick around with me, I need someone who can put up with this life. It’s not always crazy. We party hard and live life to the fullest, but it tends to go from zero to one hundred in thirty seconds when it gets tough. I need someone by my side that can handle it. Face it head-on with me.
Feeling Evan stir, I lightly place a kiss on her forehead before trailing my fingers up her spine, and she starts to squirm. “Mmmm.” She lets out a little moan while snuggling in closer, tucking her leg in between mine and her foot under my calf. “Too early.”
“It’s almost 11.” I chuckle. My little demon in the morning.
“Too early,” she mumbles back.
Tapping her ass, I say, “Come on, little demon. We have to get up and search for Storm. I want this shit taken care of today.”
“Ugh.” She flops over. “Stupid Storm. When I see him, I’m going to rip him two new assholes. One for messing with me and one for messing with you.”
“I can’t wait to see it, hellcat.” I’m sure my dick will be hard the entire time. Of course, I don’t tell her that. She doesn’t need a reason to be even more crazy than she already is. Even if I do love it.
I head to the bathroom first, leaving Evan to wake up a little on her own. After my first morning with her, I understand now that she isn’t someone who just wakes up and springs out of bed. You’re just asking for the demon to charge with that.
I shower and trim my beard before exiting the bathroom, finding Evan in the same exact spot that I left her in.
Damn, if that isn’t a view I want to see every day.
“Shower’s all yours, babe.”
“I didn’t even bring any clothes,” she grumbles. “I wasn’t expecting to stay.”
“What did you think was going to happen?”
“I planned on reaming your ass and storming out in the wake of my fury. What a waste of a glorious dramatic exit.”
A deep laugh bursts out of me. “I would have loved watching your dramatic ass strut out of here, but unfortunately for you, I kissed it and made it better.”
“Unfortunately.” She smirks.
“We’ll talk to the guys and set it straight that you’re not in on this, and then we’ll swing by your place so you can change.”
“Or I can just go home and change while you talk to the guys.”
“What about ‘you’re going to have a man on you at all times’ did you not understand?”
“I didn’t have one yesterday.” And now she’s throwing sass. I quickly glance down at my cock, commanding him to stay soft. I know firsthand how much he loves her tone right now.
“And that was before I got shot at,” I throw back. We’re in a stare-down now, but this time, she keeps her mouth shut. “What? No smart-ass response?”
“Not when it comes to the safety of lives. I’ll allow it. This time.” She shoots me a quick glare before climbing out of bed. “Blah. I need caffeine.”
“Come on, little demon, let’s get your fix before you burst out of the flames from Hell.”
“Ha. Aren’t you so funny? I don’t know why you’re joking about it. I think your kinky ass would like it. You could be my demon daddy,” she says as she exits my room.
“I see everyone has kissed, fucked, and made up?” Cyrus smirks as he appears in the doorway two doors down from mine.“Could hear the show from all the way down here. Bravo, Prez.” He claps.
“Oh my god!” Evan snaps. “I’m not loud, so it wasn’t me you were hearing. It was probably Zeke. He’s never with the same girl twice.”
I cough, trying to cover my laugh. “I hate to break it to you, hellcat, but I’m sure the guys could hear you over the music in the living area. You’re a screamer.”
“I am not!” She screeches, and Cyrus bursts out laughing. Her cheeks are the color of my henley now.
I snake an arm around her waist, pulling her close before whispering, “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s hot as fuck knowing every single man in here knows that I’m the one owning that pussy.”
That earned me the eye roll that I love so much.
“Down, boy,” I say to my dick.
“What?” Evan asks, looking confused.
“Nothing.” I smirk and swat her on the ass. “Let’s go babe.”
Silence settles over the kitchen as Evan and I enter. Hash’s murderous stare is aimed right at her. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife. Evan is so tense against me, and I can tell that she’s preparing for a fight.
“What in the fuck is she still doing here?” Hash sneers, looking at Evan like she should be six feet under. Scotch tenses at his tone, ready to step in to defend Evan. Even if I didn’t fully believe Evan after last night, and I do, Scotch’s reaction right now would have sealed the deal. He is ready to turn on a brother for his sister, whom he never even questioned was in the wrong. That speaks volumes to me.
“Easy,” I say firmly as I hold my hand up. “Evan had nothing to do with what happened yesterday.”
“What? She sucked your dick good enough for you to believe that?”
“Watch your fucking mouth,” I growl. “I’m only going to say this once, and I shouldn’t even have to say it, but you treat my girl with fucking respect.”
“Yes, Prez,” he grits out. I can see it in his eyes that he doesn’t believe it yet.
Ink is still over by the fridge, eyes darting between everyone, unsure of what side to take. I know he has a soft spot for Evan. I’m hoping that wins over whatever shit Hash has been saying.
“Evan and I talked it out last night,” I start to say before I’m cut off by Cyrus laughing his ass off again.
“If ‘talk it out’ now comes in the form of the headboard thumping and some hips rocking, then I’m all for finding a lady.” The shithead winks.
Scotch slaps him on the back of the head before I get the chance. “Ow! What the fuck man?”
“That’s my fucking sister, you sick fuck.”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the lovely symphony I heard last night.”
I don’t even have to look at Evan to know her face is right back to that red shade. “Alright, alright. Do you fuckers want to hear what I have to say or not?” I wait a second for them to settle down before continuing. “ Evan and I talked it out last night, and she didn’t tip Storm off.” I cut a look to Hash. “Even if she hated me, which she doesn’t,” I smirk at Cyrus and Scotch, “she wouldn’t want anything to have happened to Scotch. My theory is that Storm is in debt to some serious people and ran based on that.”
“That still doesn’t answer how the Russians knew you were there.” Scotch says.
No, it didn’t. And that’s the part I’m stuck on. “Unless this was all just an ‘in the wrong place at the wrong time’ situation. Maybe they saw Cyrus, Scotch, and me go in, and we just didn’t see them. One of the guys could have recognized our cuts and received the orders to take us out.”
“Mikhail has made his interest known in wanting our territory,” Hash reluctantly says, looking lost in thought.
“Maybe he figured now was his time to make a move since you three had no backup. Surprise attacks make our world go round,” Ink adds.
“That’s not how that saying goes, you dumbass,” Scotch says.
“It’s how it goes in my world. You know I love to fuck shit up.” The fucker smirks.
Shaking my head, trying not to laugh, I continue, “I think that’s what happened. But I want to know what Storm is involved with. Anything new on the shipment?”
All the guys shake their heads, looking as pissed off as I feel. “Nope. It’s weird as hell, too. No one seems to know anything. I’m not getting a good feeling about any of this, Prez.” Trick says from his spot at the table.
“I have an idea,” Evan speaks for the first time since entering the kitchen, making all eyes shoot to her like they forgot she was standing next to me. “What if I text Storm asking to meet up again? I could see what he’s been up to and where he’s been.”
“Absolutely fucking not.”
“And why not?” she sasses back, hands on her hips, making my dick semi-hard. Damn this woman.
“Wait a minute, Prez,” Trick interjects. “She might be onto something. We could flush him out this way. He isn’t going to come out for any of us alone.”
Oh, hell no. “We are not using Evan as bait,” I growl. “We don’t know what he’s on, who he’s with or in debt to, and we don’t know what he will do. He’s clearly fuckin’ spooked enough to be runnin’ now. I’m not putting Evan in the middle of that.”
Evan places her hand on the upper part of my arm, trying to calm me down, but it isn’t working. “Think about it, Cain. I can tell him I have more ready for him to sell and have him meet me at my place. It wouldn’t be suspicious because he has met me at my place a couple of times in the past.”
“I’m not letting this nasty fucker breathe your air, Evan. This isn’t up for negotiation.”
That earns me a glare. Here we go. I can tell she’s rearing up to give me sass.
“This isn’t up for negotiation? Did you bump your head in the shower this morning? Because I know I didn’t just hear you say something involving my life isn’t up for negotiation, Cain.” She snaps, narrowing her eyes at me.
“You tell him, girl!” Cyrus cheers her on, earning a glare from me. The fucker is supposed to be on my side.
“You’re not helping.” I glare at him before turning back to Evan. “I don’t want you to get hurt. I’m just looking out for your safety.”
“I don’t mean to butt into this lover’s quarrel, but I think Trick is onto something,” Hash says.
“I think we need to use this to our advantage,” Evan says. “Storm doesn’t know anything about the layout of my property. Even if it was him scoping out the place the other night, he only had time to look around the barn.”
“Where are you going with this?”
“I’ll text him and ask him to meet me at my place, preferably near the barn. You guys can be waiting out of sight for him when he comes. Since someone cut the chain, you can use the trails that connect the property.” She shoots me a look that tells me she still isn’t pleased about that. “If he tries anything, you guys would be right there.”
I hate that this plan has merit. “I don’t like this.”
“One of us can even be hiding in the barn, Prez. You know if he so much as touches a pretty hair on her head, we’ll cut his finger off.” Cyrus grins. His favorite pastime.
“Fine. But if anything happens, I’m killing the fucker.”