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Fucking great.

“So no one has asked about where it’s coming from or anything?” I cock my eyebrow at him.

“No,” Storm gushes out too fast. Suspiciously fast. “Why would they? Weed is weed. People come to me because they don’t want to pay the dispensary prices.”

Holding my hands up, much like I did earlier when this cokehead threatened to shoot me, I say, “Hey, I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just making sure.” This seems to placate him because the leg bouncing slows slightly. “I was cleaning out the barn, and I found a few extra pounds. I didn’t know if you wanted a little more to work with.”

“Oh, yeah. That’d be great. I’ll stop over later and grab it.” He jumps up from where he’s sitting on the couch, motioning me to the door. Hmm… so quick to have me leave. Suspicious.

There’s not a chance in hell I’m inviting him back over to my place until I figure out what the fuck is going on. “No need. I brought it with me.”

“You brought it with you?” he hisses, quickly moving to peek out the opening in the living room window blinds. They’re closed, but some of the ends have snapped off. If you’ve ever lived in a cheap apartment, you know exactly what type of blinds I’m talking about.

“Are you looking for someone?” I finally ask after a few uncomfortable moments because this is weird. Really fucking weird.

“No. Of course not,” he snaps while heading to the front door.

Obviously, that’s my cue to leave.

Fine by me. I’m going to need to bathe myself in bleach from just standing in this fucking infested place.

“Let me know if you have any issues,” I say as I close my trunk, and we switch bags. I may be stupid for not looking into Storm more before we started anything, but I’m not so stupid that I don’t make him pay me up front first. If I didn’t do that, I’d probably never see any fucking money.

Storm doesn’t meet my eyes as he nods, still looking all over. “You head on home now, Evan.”

I can’t help but feel like something huge is about to happen as I climb into my car and leave.

The real question is what and when?

Chapter Fourteen

CAIN

It’s been a week, and we’ve made no progress on the missing shipment.

But it’s Friday, and Friday means we party. I’m hoping the pussy and booze will lighten the mood around here for a little bit. We’ve all been on edge all week. I wish I could say mine was from the obvious, but it wasn’t. Much to my displeasure, it has to do with a certain little hellcat.

My plan to get Evan out of my goddamn head is to find the first club girl that begs to suck my cock. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve jacked off at the thought of tasting her sweet cunt. I can’t stop thinking about all of the ways I want to take her. Hard up against a wall. Bent over my desk in both offices so I can smack that sweet ass. On all fours, begging to be deep-throated, shooting my load down her throat.

“We ready to go for tonight?” I call to Levi, the prospect who is stocking the bar.

“Yeah, Prez. Brock is checking the sound system now.”

Perfect.

It isn’t long before the clubhouse is packed. The music is playing, and the booze is flowing. Seated on a couch in the far corner, I look around. We’re pretty well known for our parties in the area. Fuck, anytime I meet up with Matteo, he tells me all the girls from the city can’t shut the fuck up about them. Whenever a girl gets the itch of wanting to live a little on the naughty side, they usually end up here. Scotch has each arm wrapped around a couple right now while another grinds down on his lap. Hash has always been a little more reserved regarding the girls, but he’s even chatting one up in the corner. Lord knows that man needs to get laid.

I snort. Like I’m one to talk.

At 40 years old, the thought of hooking up with a new girl every night has lost its appeal. It just seems like… so much work. The thought of having a woman I actually like warming my bed every night is what's appealing now. Someone who isn’t just trying to get with you because of your patch. I can never say that out loud, though. The brothers would have my fucking balls if they knew I was even thinking about settling down.

“You look stressed, baby.” A girl who has been hanging around the club recently, but I can’t fucking remember her name, pouts as she slides up next to me on the couch. One arm sneaks around the back of my shoulders while her other hand slowly climbs up my chest until she reaches my jaw, lightly stroking.

I turn my head so I’m facing her. “I’m good, babe.”

“You sure? You don’t look okay,” she purrs. “I could take your mind off of it.” Her chest slides against my arm, making my eyes dart down to her overly inflated fake tits that are way too fucking big for her body. I might not be a huge tit man, but I have never been and never will be attracted to fake tits that look like they’re going to fucking pop if I touch them. The skin on them looks tighter than my virgin fucking asshole.

“Nah, uh..” Ah fuck. What is her name?

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