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“Candy. My name is Candy,” she fills in, her smile growing tight.

I snort. Of fucking course, it’s Candy. How original.

My hand moves down to tap her ass. “I’m good, Candy. I think Trick needs some lovin’. He’s had a long, hard day if you catch my drift.” I wink.

“Oh, okay!” And she’s off. Hopefully to give my brother some of that sweetness.

I shouldn’t have done that. I should have taken her up on her offer. That was my plan tonight, to get Evan out of my head, and I just can’t fucking do it. At that thought, something purple across the room catches my eye.

A purple and raven-haired woman is staring right at me with wide eyes.

Fuck.

That’s what’s wrong with me.

Chapter Fifteen

EVAN

I know I have to look like the biggest fucking idiot right now. But I can’t look away, and that infuriates me to no end. Because why? I shouldn’t care what Cain is doing or who he is with. Seeing Cain with that girl all up on him is just what I needed to bring me back to reality. I look nothing like that girl. Her hair is a fried bleach blonde, whereas mine is a rich violet with a black shadow root. One of her tits is as big as my head and so fucking perky that they look like they actually might touch her chin if she looks down. Mine are on the naturally bigger side, but they’re definitely not about to touch my chin anytime soon. You would never catch me without a bra.

God, I hate that I feel so fucking stupid. Stupid for fantasizing about a man who would never want someone like me. Stupid for thinking his flirting had meant anything. I had no business entertaining any of it. My mind just kept playing into the fantasy of him not being a jerk after he apologized.

Fuck him. The last thing I need in my life is someone like him. He would cast me aside in a heartbeat as soon as the next best thing came along.

“Hey, darlin’,” a voice comes from my side, breaking my gaze I had locked on Cain. “I haven’t seen you around before. Can I get you a drink?”

He wasn’t bad-looking. He kind of had that Tom Hardy vibe going for him. You know, when his hair was a little longer on top? Styled and gelled but still has that messy look to it that every single girl in the world finds sexy as fuck. And that neatly trimmed beard that would give you just the right amount of roughness between your thighs to drive you crazy. Just add in a shit ton of tattoos and a few inches in height, and you have this man. I bet his piercing blue eyes get a lot of panties to drop.

“Uh, no thanks. I’m good.” I smile politely, feeling a little on edge with so many people I don't know around me.

I wouldn’t consider myself shy, and I think that’s where people underestimate me. Just because I don’t talk a lot doesn’t mean I won’t put you in your place if you cross a line with me. I just prefer not to socialize, and large crowds make me want to crawl into a hole and never come out. I’m the girl who won’t leave her house for two weeks before she realizes it’s been that long.

“Aww, come on. I’m sure a sweet thing like you needs to blow off some steam every once in a while. How bout we make that night tonight?” The swagger of this man is almost suffocating. But I’ve never been that girl. One-night stands and I have never really mixed. And even if I was going to entertain one, it sure as hell wouldn’t be with anyone associated with Cain.

“I’m uh. Actually, I was wondering if Zek—” I start to say before I remember his road name. I seriously need to get used to the names. “Scotch. I mean Scotch. I’m wondering if Scotch is around.”

“Scotch, huh? What about my brother is it you like? Cause I can assure you whatever he does, I can do a million times better. With a few more fingers added.” Tom Hardy winks as he holds up his hand and wiggles his fingers. A laugh bursts out of me as I feel my cheeks heat up because this man seriously did not just add into a normal conversation that he could finger me better.

“I knew I could get the pretty lady to smile. And holy shit, is it a sight to see. Come on, darlin’. As much as it wounds my ego, I’ll help you find my brother.”

Before I can thank him, he’s off weaving through the sea of people on the makeshift dance floor, bodies grinding and dry humping on each other as I try to keep up. Realizing he stopped, I look around to notice that we are outside. A fire is rolling in the pit toward the middle of the yard. An in-ground pool with a connecting hot tub sits off to the left. The beach volleyball pit to the right has me arching an eyebrow. Tom Hardy must catch it because he sheepishly says, “What? You haven’t lived until you’ve played strip volleyball.”

Well, alright then.

“Yo! Scotch!” Tom Hardy yells toward the pit, making a lot of people’s eyes turn on us. It could be the fact that he’s shouting or more so that his arm is currently around my shoulders.

“This better be good if you're pulling me away fro—” Zeke yells while turning to look over at us and stopping once he notices me. He doesn’t even hesitate before he’s up, taking huge strides to cut the distance between us. “Back the fuck off of her, Ink,” Zeke growls, earning a smirk from Ink. “What’s wrong, Evan? Give me a name, and they’re fucking dead.”

Ah, so the Tom Hardy look-a-like has a name. Fitting, considering the man doesn’t have an inch of skin that isn’t covered in a tattoo besides his face.

I can see it all start to click behind Ink’s eyes. “So you’re the infamous Evan?” he drawls, which earns another growl from Zeke. “Alright, alright,” Ink says, backing away with his hands up, the smirk never leaving his face. “I’ll leave you two to it. It was a pleasure meetin’ you, darlin’. I’m sure I’ll be seein’ you around.” Again, sauntering off before I can thank him.

“I’m so sorry, Zeke,” I rush out. “I didn’t realize you guys were having a party. Although, I guess this is probably a usual night for you guys.” I conclude as I look around at everyone. “It can wait until tomorrow,” I assure him before trying to leave.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. No,” he says while grabbing my arm and turning me back to him. “You’ve never just randomly dropped in to talk to me before, so tell me what the fuck is going on, Ev.”

“Um…” I start but stop. Everyone isn’t watching us anymore, but you can tell they’re trying to listen. I’m seriously regretting my timing in deciding to come to him with my little problem. They’re bikers. Of course they’re partying on a Friday night.

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