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“No,” they say in unison.

I’m really starting to regret asking for help.

Chapter Sixteen

CAIN

The thought of something happening to Evan is a kick to the gut. I can’t even think about it without my eye twitching, and I’m really trying hard not to think about why that is, but I can’t help it. It’s probably because of the look on her face when she saw Candy in my lap is burned into my brain.

Once I got over the initial shock of seeing her ass standing in my club, I thought it was weird she was even here in the first place. Scotch would have mentioned she was dropping by. My suspicions grew when I saw a pissed-off Scotch hauling her back inside the compound toward our rooms. My body started moving before my mind realized what it was doing because the next thing I knew, I was climbing the stairs two at a time and barging into Scotch’s room like I was trying to catch them in the act.

Part of me needed to be reassured that he actually thought of her as a sister. It’s just hard for me to comprehend having someone who looks and acts like Evan in your life and not wanting anything more out of it. The other part of me wonders if they ever tried to be more. I can’t say that I wouldn’t murder Scotch if I found that the answer was yes.

Fuck, she’s way too young and way too good for me anyway. I’ve got to be at least ten years older. Fuck. Doesn’t stop me from wanting to beat the ever-loving shit out of him if I caught his hands anywhere on her body. Brother or not. But what I saw when I charged through the door, ready to beat his ass, was the opposite of the image that had made its way into my head. Unfortunately, Evan still has me losing my fucking mind. Just in a whole new way that I didn’t see coming.

How could she have some random fucking guy coming on her property and not say shit to us? She needs to learn that she’s not alone on this. No one fucks with what’s mine. It all seems too coincidental with everything that has happened, and I don’t fucking believe in coincidences.

So here I sit, in my fucking office, twiddling my fucking thumbs like a dumbass, while a party is raging on outside, waiting for Scotch to come back with Levi. I told Evan to stay put in Scotch’s room until I could confirm that a man would follow her home.

“Hey, Prez,” Levi says as he enters my office with Scotch behind him, all too eager to please.

“I’m putting you on Evan. Wherever she goes, you follow. Follow her like a lost fucking puppy. Starting tonight. I’ll be checking in, but I also want you to report in.” The kid is looking at me like I hung the moon by giving him something more to do than just washing our bikes and whatever random bitch-work or errands we don’t want to do ourselves. “Time to prove yourself, prospect.”

“Absolutely, Prez. Let me grab a change of clothes, and I’ll be ready to go.”

I wait for Levi to leave the office before I turn to Scotch, but someone knocks on my door. “Yeah?”

Hash, my VP, appears. “What’s going on? I saw Evan show up, and then you three are going upstairs.” I give Hash a quick rundown of what happened as he takes the seat next to Scotch.

“I’m not likin’ how this is all startin’ to look.” Hash replies as he reclines back in the chair.

“I’m not either.”

“The only people who even know about Evan being involved with us is just our crew. I hate to say it, Prez, but this is looking more and more like there’s a leak on the inside,” Scotch says, face grim, which I’m sure is a reflection of my own.

Hash and I both grunt in agreement.

“That or someone is double-crossing us. For now, I want this to stay between us. Levi doesn’t know why he’s watching Evan, and I think that’s for the best right now.” Levi’s a good kid. If he keeps it up, he’ll patch in.

“I’m going to have Brock go over to Evan’s tomorrow to see about getting some cameras set up around that barn. I don’t like that some motherfucker just thought he could walk up there and help himself with no repercussions.” Both guys grunt and nod in agreement. “Whoever it is, is going to fucking pay for messing with one of our own like that.”

“She holdin’ up alright?” Hash asks.

“I think so. She seems more mad about Scotch and I intervening and taking over.”

“Stubborn.”

Scotch and I both snort in agreement.

That’s the understatement of the year.

Chapter Seventeen

EVAN

The kid they put on me looks like he isn’t even old enough to drive.

It’s downright insulting that they think I can’t defend myself if anything were to happen. Like this kid is going to be able to save me. The last thing I need right now is someone following me around. Not to mention I have a lot of shit I need to do.

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