Chapter 35Cain
Chapter Thirty-Five
CAIN
“S omeone looks like they had a fun night.” Cyrus smirks. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a smile on your ugly mug.”
“Fuck off, ” I say with no real meaning behind it.
Because he’s right. Everyone’s on edge with the shit that’s been going on, but there’s just something about being woken up with a warm mouth around your cock, which then turned into me eating her pussy for breakfast before I had to head out. A guy could get used to being woken up that way.
“Is everyone here? We need to go over the plan in case shit goes south.”
Cyrus’ face instantly turns serious.“Yeah, they’re filing in now.”
I nod before heading in. Time to get this show on the road.
I don’t even have to get the guys to quiet down. They know what today is. Every one of them wants a piece of this guy. They may not have liked Evan at first, but that changed after last night. She has every single one of them wrapped around her finger.
“Alright,” I command the attention that’s already on me. “We all know today is the day we finally meet with Storm.” Every single brother has that glint in their eye— the glint that tells me they’re ready to fuck some shit up.
“What’s the plan?” Hash asks eagerly.
“My plan is to let him get settled with Evan long enough so that he doesn’t think anything’s going on. With him already paranoid about Scotch, I don’t want to add to it and spook him.” The guys all nod in agreement to what I’m saying.
I lean back in my chair, making eye contact with each one. “With that being said, I want someone to always have eyes on her.” I pause as I wait for another nod of confirmation before continuing. “I want Trick and Ink hiding in the barn in case he makes her go inside. I’m going to make sure she has his shit outside waiting for him, but you never know. The rest of us will be in the woods. I want my eyes on her and Scotch’s eyes on him. He’s the only one of us who’s met him, and I want him to pick up on any weird body language.”
“Sounds good, Prez. No one’s staying back at the clubhouse?” Trick asks. We never leave our place unattended. There are too many power-hungry, greedy bastards around here wanting a slice of what we’ve built from the ground up.
“I’m going to have the prospects stay back.”
“What time is he coming?” Scotch asks, tone out for blood.
“Noon. Our bikes can stay on the trail. He won’t see them unless he goes behind the barn, and well, if he feels the need to do that, we’re just going to have to show him what happens when you snoop around somewhere that you don’t fucking belong.”
Cyrus cracks his knuckles. “Let’s fucking go!”
All of the guys cheer as they file out, and I can't help but laugh. Such a bunch of blood-thirsty bastards.
I wouldn't have it any other way, though.