Chapter 39Cain
Chapter Thirty-Nine
CAIN
I t takes me a second to pick my jaw up off of the fucking floor. I know I’ve been pushing her in this direction every chance I get but hearing her call me her man shocked the shit out of me. And fuck me because I can’t do any of the things that I want to do to her. All the filthy fucking things. The thought of Evan in my bathroom, soaking in my tub, naked, with her skin all wet and glistening, begging for me to touch and lick every inch of her.
“Down, boy,” I say to my dick as I finally make my way downstairs to talk to the guys. Ink and Trick should be back by now, and I can’t have a serious conversation like this with my dick hard. But that’s what Evan does to me. I’m constantly sporting a semi when it comes to her.
“How’d it go?” I ask, looking right at Ink and Trick, who are now sitting around the bar with the rest of the guys. “Prospects.” I nod to Brock and Levi. Rules are rules, and until they’re officially patched in, all the information they get is on a need-to-know basis. “Stay outside and let me know if you see anything unusual. We aren’t trusting anyone but our own right now.”
“Car is taken care of,” Trick says after they both head outside. “You get anything useful out of him?”
“Yup. Turns out it wasn’t just a coincidence that the Russians were at Storm’s place that day,” I say while pouring myself a glass of Jameson. “They caught wind of him dealing, cornered him in a parking lot, and paid him for info on where he was getting his product. Sold Evan out for 50k.”
“Fuck.”
“What a piece of shit,” Trick and Hash say at the same time, both looking equally disgusted.
I look over at Scotch, who is using his pocket knife to scrape blood out from under his nails. “I got bad vibes from the guy, but it never crossed my mind that he would sell her out like that.” Scotch grumbles while shaking his head. “Fuck. And to the Russians at that.”
I can hear the guilt slipping into his tone. Guilt, I imagine, is from all of this getting as far as it has. “Don’t take the blame for this brother.” He meets my gaze and holds it for a long moment, saying nothing. Finally, he nods in confirmation that he heard me, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.
“My guess is that Storm looked into who paid him and got spooked more than he’s letting on.” I get a chorus of grunts of agreement. “I think they were there the day Evan went over there by herself. Or he thought she found out he leaked shit.” Anything is possible at this point.
“He the one that broke into her house?” Hash asks.
“Yup. Claimed he deserved a bigger cut than what Evan was giving him. My theory continues with the Russians finding him after he tried to flee and got him to do this shit. It screams amateur.”
“But how do they know we’re tied in?”
I shake my head. “That’s the thing. I have no idea, and neither does he. That was the only thing I believed out of his mouth on the first try.”
“He could have recognized Scotch’s cut and not let on,” Ink offers.
Our club is still small. Yeah, we can all hold our own pretty well, but we’re still only a club of six, not including the two prospects we have left. It sucks we lost two during the shipment getting jacked, but that’s the life.
“I think we need to feel out the Reapers. I know Spider came busting in here ready to bust some balls, but I’m not fully trusting that he doesn’t know what’s going on.” I say, pausing to take a sip of my drink. “I’m going to call Matteo to see if he knows anything.” Matteo is the head of the Italian Mafia in Ravenna Heights. I wouldn’t say we’re friends, but we have become acquaintances over the years. Civil enough that there’s a silent agreement we’ll back one another.
“What’s our next move if he doesn’t know anything?” Scotch asks in a hardened tone.
“Well, we have Storm, and I think we need to use that to our advantage.”
“You think he’ll draw them out?” Trick asks
Nodding my head, I say, “I do. The fucking idiots think he’s valuable for some reason. They’ve paid him and kept him around this far.”
“You think he’s working up the ranks?”
“Fuck no.” A laugh bursts out of me. Seeing Storm in the Mafia? No way. I’d pay money to see that. “I think they see a desperate man and are taking advantage of that. Once they get what they want, Storm will either be taken care of or just used as an errand bitch.”
“It could work,” Ink says. “They now know he has a huge connection with Evan, who let's be honest, probably sells just as much, if not more, than some of the other players in town.”
“I think that’s our best bet. We can figure out how they know we have anything to do with Evan.” I look back over at Scotch. “Go downstairs. I want you and Cyrus to get him to set up a meeting with them or whatever the hell he does to contact them face-to-face. I want us there when that happens.”
“My pleasure, Prez,” Scotch says as a wicked smirk takes over his face. He chugs the last of his beer before slamming it down and heading toward the basement.
I finish the last gulp of my drink, too. “I need to go check on Evan. You fucks try not to get too crazy.” I grin, knowing none of that is even in their vocabulary.
“Why not? You want us to hear the sweet soundtrack of your latest porno that will be coming from your room?” Trick says as the rest of the guys whoop and cheer.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” I flip them off as I head back upstairs to my room, grabbing Evan’s bags set at the bottom of the stairs on the way. I open my door, and the view I have is like a sucker punch to the gut.
Evan is out of the bath, just lounging on the bed in one of my old tees. The shirt hits about mid-thigh. Showing off her long, silky legs but leaving just enough covered that it makes you wonder what’s waiting for you underneath. Makes you want to push the shirt up a couple inches to see that pretty pussy you know is already warm and wet for you. Just waiting for you to come inside.
“Hey.” Evan smiles warmly at me, and damn if it doesn’t feel like another punch to the gut. One more, and I’d be down on my knees for this girl. “How did it go?”
“I think I’m supposed to be the one asking you that,” I say as I kick off my boots.
“Ask me how what went?” Her brows furrowed in that cute way I like.
“Your bath, hellcat. Did you get to relax?”
“Oh. Yeah, I mean as much as I could. Your bathroom is nicer than I expected.”
A laugh bursts out of me. I’ve never laughed so much in my goddamn life until she came into it. “What did you expect it to look like?”
She looks sheepish now as she shrugs a shoulder. “I don’t know… dirty? Like your typical biker bar bathroom but in your personal room.”
I can tell she isn’t trying to offend me, and I’m not. I get it. Bikers are known for living life in the moment and partying our asses off. Plus, I’ve seen Trick’s bathroom, and it’s exactly what she pictured mine to look like. “I like my space clean, babe. Guys that want to be one of us and girls that want to get with one of us are constantly coming and going. This is the one space that’s mine, so I try to take care of it. Can’t promise you it will always look like that.” Now, it’s my turn to look a little sheepish as I climb onto the bed next to her. “I may have had a prospect quickly clean it before you came.”
“Trying to impress me?” She quirks an eyebrow up, tone teasing.
“Maybe.”
“Don’t make poor Levi clean it. I’ll do it.”
“That’s part of the job, hellcat. He knows the score.”
She lets out a long sigh like she’s accepting defeat. “The aromatherapy bubble bath that you, I mean a prospect,” she pauses to smirk, “got me really helped. It’s my favorite. The scent just makes your head feel so clear. Thank you again,” Evan says softly before resting her head on my shoulder. I just got my arm around her when she asks her next question.
“Why are you avoiding my question?”
I should have known that she wasn’t going to let this lie.
Sighing, I rub my hand up and down her arm. “You know I can’t tell you much, babe. But I will tell you that he was the one that broke into your place.”
“That motherfucker,” she hisses, shooting up straight. “Can I have a minute alone with him?”
“Absolutely fucking not.”
“But—”
“No,” I cut her off. “I know you want your time with him to rip him a new asshole, and I promise that you’ll get it. Just not right now. There’s still some shit that we’re trying to piece together, and I don’t want his hands on you again.” I don’t even want him breathing her air.
“I don’t have to like what you’re saying, but I get it,” Evan says reluctantly. She makes the perfect old lady. She has a spine of her own and doesn’t shovel anyone’s shit, mine included, but at the end of the day still lets me lead.
I tuck her head under my chin, coaxing her to relax before continuing. “Storm was greedy, hellcat. Fuck, still is greedy.”
“What do you mean?” she asks, tensing up.
“He felt like he was owed more of your business than just the cut you were giving him. And he didn't tell me this, but it was just a vibe I picked up on, but I think he wanted to take over completely and be the boss of the whole operation.”
Evan has fallen silent to the point where the only noise in the room that can be heard is the true crime documentary she has playing on the TV. Fuck. Just when I get her to relax, I stress her out all over again. I wonder if you can buy those bath dicks in bulk. If the brothers found those, though, I’d be done. I don’t know how I would recover from having a bunch of dicks in my bathroom.
“Ugh. I guess that doesn’t really surprise me,” Evan says, breaking the silence.
“Why do you say that?”
“I don’t know. The last few times, he kept asking for more and more product each time. I didn’t think anything of it because it had always been the same amount since we started, and I assumed stuff was picking up. And I mean, who doesn’t want more money?”
Can’t fault her for that logic. I haven’t met a single person outside of the club who’s actually content with their cash flow. No matter how rich you are, there will always be something you can’t afford that makes you strive to get it.
“But since everything has happened, it does seem… greedy.” She facepalms her head. “God. I feel like such a fucking idiot for not seeing the signs sooner.”
“No,” I say, pulling her hand away. “None of this is your fault, so don’t blame yourself. What did I tell you earlier?”
“That you’re going to take care of it.”
“Good girl,” I rumble. “Daddy’s going to take care of it.”
Evan’s cheeks turn a light shade of pink. “You can’t just say things like that.”
“Uh-huh.” I grin while shaking my head. “I sucked those pretty toes and that pretty pussy. That makes them mine now. ” I wink as her cheeks turn an even darker shade of pink at the mention of that.
“That was a one-time thing.” Evan sniffs.
“The fuck it is. You were dripping. Try denying it. I dare you.”
“Not everything makes me wet, Cain.” Evan rolls her eyes.
A deep laugh escapes me. It feels good to finally be with someone who can make you laugh during chaos. It feels good to finally have something that feels like home.