Chapter 41Cain
Chapter Forty-One
CAIN
“W hat time?” I ask the room. The guys are already waiting around the table for me.
“They want to meet with Storm tonight at midnight,” Hash answers.
“Where are we meeting?”
“Out at the abandoned warehouses where Storm first met them.”
“Do they own them?” I ask. It’s weird that they knew Storm was even there in the first place. Makes me think that they just want everyone else to believe they’re abandoned. “When I called Matteo the other day, he didn’t know anything about this. Last he knew, Mikhail wanted nothing to do with our area.”
“Not that I know of,” Hash replies.
Well, we’re going to fucking find out who does. “Where’s Brock?” I ask as Trick nods towards outside. “Go get him.”
“What are you thinking?” Hash asks. I can tell by the look on his face that he already knows where this is going.
“I think it’s about time Brock proves himself to be patched in.” I scan the room for hesitation or disapproval but don’t find one.
“The way he’s stepped up with installing all the cameras at Evan’s house made me want to put that bug in your ear, but then more shit hit the fan, and I forgot.” Scotch shrugs from his seat. “I think he’ll be a nice edition. Especially with his nerd shit.”
That, right there, is how Brock is going to prove himself. Scotch is right, though. Brock has stepped up. He brings valuable assets that none of us have to the table. When he first approached us at DD’s wanting to prospect, I wasn’t too sure. I remember laughing in his face. You can’t blame me. He looked like an adult who lived in his mom’s basement.
Brock doesn’t exactly strike you as the type that wants to get down and dirty. Hell, the kid didn’t even get his first tattoo until Ink basically told him you can’t have virgin skin in the club. He was joking, but the kid took him seriously and got some code of some shit on his arm. Looks kind of badass, even though I don’t know anything about that stuff.
“Yeah, Prez?” Brock asks as he makes his way inside.
“Have a seat.” I nod to the empty seat next to Trick.
The tension in Brock’s body is coming off in waves as he clenches his fists at his side and walks to the seat, probably expecting the worst. I don’t think the kid has any family. At least he hasn’t mentioned anyone. But then again, neither had Scotch and look what fucking happened with that. “You’re good with computers, right?”
“Yeah.” He nods tightly.
Perfect. “I want you to try to find out who owns the abandoned warehouse on the other side of the city. Hash did a basic search, but it came back as bank-owned.”
“You think it’s a cover?”
“I do. Can I trust you to get me that info?” Do you have the balls to hack a government database and get me the shit I want?
“Absolutely,” Brock agrees all too eagerly. The tension is gone now that he knows he isn’t getting kicked out. “When do you need it by?”
“As soon as you can get it. Preferably within the next couple of hours.”
“I’m on it, Prez.” Brock moves to stand. “I’ll let you know when I have something.” I nod my head, dismissing him.
Waiting until the door shuts behind him before I continue. “Let’s hope he gets the info we need. Something in my gut tells me that the Russians own that.”
“But why would they cover it up like that?” Ink asks.
“I’d cover something up like that if I was storing something that I didn’t want anyone to know about,” Hash answers.
“Exactly,” I agree. “And it doesn’t sit right with me that they just happened upon Storm doing a deal that day. It makes me think they’ve had eyes on him a lot longer than he even realizes.”
“Evan did say that she felt like she was being watched that day when she went over to Storm’s alone,” Scotch adds.
“You ever get that feeling when you did drops with her?”
“No, but I was also too busy trying to figure out why Storm rubbed me the wrong fucking way. Dropped the ball on that one. Sorry.”
“Don’t beat yourself up. None of this is your fault. We’re going to figure out what the fuck is going on.” I look around the room at all of the brothers, who share the same hard expression on their faces and are nodding in agreement. “Tonight,” I growl.
“What’s the game plan for this?” Hash asks.
“I want all of us going. I don’t want a repeat of what happened at Storm’s place. I want us all suited up.”
“What about Evan?” Scotch asks. “You know she isn’t going to be okay with all of us going and her staying back.”
Yeah. I knew that was going to be a problem. “I think it’s best if she knows as little as possible right now. I finally got her to relax?—”
Cyrus cuts me off by snorting, “Yeah, I bet Daddy did.”
The guys all bust out laughing while Scotch slaps Cyrus on the back of the head. “Hey!” Cyrus exclaims while ducking his head and rubbing it.
“I don’t want to hear that shit. It’s fucking gross. That’s my sister you’re talking about,” Scotch grumbles, looking like he might actually throw up.
I can’t help but grin because, yeah, I love it when my girl calls me Daddy. “Alright, alright. Calm down. Scotch is right. Show Evan some respect. She’s mine.”
The room instantly becomes dead silent at that comment.
“You officially claiming her?” Scotch asks. He looks almost pissed off at the idea.
Am I claiming her? I haven’t been able to get the woman out of my head since I saw her standing in the clubhouse, looking so out of place. Those mismatched eyes snatched my soul without me even realizing it. They locked me in and threw away the key. Not to mention, no one has ever sucked my cock like way she does. And I’ve had a lot of blow jobs. And that cunt. Fuck. It’s always so tight and warm. Just waiting for me to come inside. She’s the first person to make me feel like I’m home. So yeah, I guess I am. “I’m claiming her. Evan’s mine.”
“It’s about goddamn time!” Cyrus cheers as all the guys whoop and holler.
“Congrats, Prez.” Hash smiles.
“Yeah, congrats, Prez. Who knew your old ass would be the first to settle down.” Trick smirks. “Wait. She does know how old you are, right?”
And now it’s my turn to smack someone on the back of the head. “Yes, she knows how old I am fucker.” I can’t help but laugh.
A knock sounds at the door. “Prez?”
Brock. That was faster than I expected. “Come in.” Oh, yeah. He found something. Unless that excited look in his eye is because he just rubbed one out. “You find something?”
“Oh, yeah,” Brock says, and if the look in his eyes didn’t already confirm it, the excitement in his voice does. “I did some digging around, and well, you were right to be suspicious,” he explains as he takes the seat next to Trick again.
“The bank doesn’t own it?”
“Nope. Well, I mean, I guess they did. They gained ownership of it due to foreclosure eight years ago when the economy took a nose dive. They found a buyer three years ago, though.”
“Who was it?” I growl, making Brock look up from his laptop.
“Someone that goes by the name Mikhail Petrov.”
Motherfucker. “I knew it.” I slam my fist down. “So you’re telling me they’ve been in our area for three years, and we’re just now finding out about it?” My voice sounds lethal, even to me.
“Uh, yeah. I think so.” Brock hesitates before he answers. “I’m not sure if that’s when they came here, but it’s when they bought the warehouse. Based on the pictures I saw, it doesn’t look like they’ve done much with it.”
No. No, they haven’t. An unsettling feeling has settled in the pit of my stomach. “What are they hiding?” I ask out loud, more to myself than the brothers, but Hash answers.
“Drugs.” He simply shrugs.
“What makes you say that?” Trick asks, brow raising.
“Think about it. Our shipment gets stolen, and the Reapers don’t know anything about it. They’ve clearly been watching the fuck face that’s in our basement deal for years without him even knowing. And if they’ve been watching him for that long, I’m willing to bet all the cash I have buried out back in my titty piggy bank that they’ve seen Scotch with Evan when she meets up with Storm. It wouldn’t take much to piece it all together and figure out what club Scotch is with.”
Fuck. “And they would just assume Evan is in on everything based on that association,” I finish.
“Yup.” Hash looks grim.
“Alright,” I start. “Everyone is coming, including you, Brock. Levi will stay back with Evan. Someone needs to take a cage to bring Storm.” I snort as the other guys snicker. “If questions get asked, just have Storm explain that he had a little accident and needed a driver.”
“I’ll do it.” Cyrus looks all too pleased with himself. “Wouldn’t mind cutting a finger off this time if he gets out of line.”
“Leave some for the rest of us,” Ink tells Cyrus, looking a little put out that he didn’t get to participate earlier.
I let out a laugh while shaking my head. “Glad that’s settled. Load up the back with some extra guns, just in case. I don’t know how many men we’re about to bust in on.” I turn to Brock before continuing, “If there are cameras when we get there, can you hack them so we can see what we’re working with or cut them?”
Brock rears his head back as if I’ve offended him. “Can I hack them? Does a biker eat pussy?”
“There he is!” Cyrus booms. “I knew there was some swagger underneath all that virgin skin. Just had to hack it out.”
“Not virgin skin anymore.” Brock smirks while showing off his half-sleeve, making all the guys crack up. It’s like watching a bitch turn 18 getting her first rose.
“Alright, alright.” I laugh while trying to get their attention again. “Let’s get our shit together. I’m going to go deal with Evan. We’re heading out in two hours. I want to scope some shit out before Cyrus comes with Storm.”
I leave the guys to it as I head back upstairs to my woman, knowing the conversation we’re about to have isn’t going to be easy.
So much for Daddy getting her to relax.