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What a fucking gentleman I’ve become. I wouldn’t be caught dead doing this to some bitch in the past. If the guys could see me right now, they would be laughing their asses off.

I clock the stares we’re getting as Evan and I walk through the bar with my hand on her lower back to the circular booth that’s always reserved for the club and me. The gesture wasn’t lost on the guys looking. I made sure I made eye contact with every single motherfucker that had the balls to watch.

Yeah, she’s off-limits, shithead.

Delaney clocked us as soon as we came in and set my drink down seconds after we were seated, looking expectantly at Evan for her order.

“She’ll take a rum and coke, Dell.”

“Menus?”

I nod my head, and she’s off. I feel Evan’s narrowed gaze on me. “What?”

“How did you know that’s what I wanted to drink?”

“I pay attention, hellcat. It’s what you were drinking when you were last here, and it was on your bar cart in your dining room. Along with tequila, but I figured you weren’t ready for your clothes to fall off so soon.” I wink, throwing my arm around her shoulder and pulling her flush against me.

“What are you doing?” Evan hisses, back ramrod straight.

“What does it look like? We’re having a drink and about to have some food. You know what you’re getting?” I ask; no sense in making her freak out more when I don’t even know what the fuck I’m doing.

Seeming to accept that answer, she replies softly, “I want that bleu cheeseburger I ordered last time but didn’t get the chance to eat.”

“Whatever you want, babe.” I smile. When Delaney returns with Evan's drink, I place our order of two bleu cheeseburgers.

We just settle in a comfortable silence, each having a few sips of our drinks and watching the live band for the night get set up. A strange feeling settles over me as I realize I like this. I like just sitting here with her. Hell, I like just being around her in general. And that fucking scares me.

“Well, well, well. Don’t mind if we join you, do ya?” An all too familiar voice comes from my right. I turn to see Hash, drink already in hand, with Scotch not far behind him, drink in hand as well, except his hard stare is locked on my arm around Evan’s shoulders. I feel Evan tensing again as they approach, and I don’t fucking like it. I just started getting her to relax around me and enjoy herself.

Hash plops down in the booth next to me while Scotch sits beside Evan. “Are we interrupting something?” Scotch asks, glare still in place as his eyes dart between Evan and me.

“Just treating Evan to some food after a rigorous afternoon of trimming.” I smirk while looking at Evan, whose face is currently as red as the ketchup bottle on the table. Who knew I would be trimming more than one type of bush today?

“He helped me trim some plants today,” she says while glaring at me. They don’t know that I trimmed my hellcat’s pretty little pussy. They don’t know how wet she got with each stroke of the razor. How hard her pussy clenched when I played with her clit.

“Well, let’s get this fucking party started! Dell!” Hash yells toward the bar, breaking me from my thoughts of Evan’s pussy. “Round of shots for the table!” Turning back to face us, eyes set on Evan, he asks, “You okay with whiskey, babe?” Her grimace has him yelling back toward Dell, “Make one a tequila!” Hash wags his eyes at Evan. “I know all of the ladies love tequila,”

“Tequila’s good.” She smirks at him just as the live band starts up. Dell is around a minute later with our shots and gone as quickly as she came. I raise an eyebrow toward Scotch, who has taken his glare off Evan and is now locked on Delaney.

“To a banging fucking night with our new friend, Evan!” Hash raises his shot glass up to cheers against ours. I tap mine once on a table for good luck before bringing it to my lips, enjoying the small distraction the burn brings.

I think this is the first time I’ve seen Evan genuinely smile. She’s relaxed a bit since the guys joined us. Unexpected and slightly unwanted, but if my girl is enjoying herself, then I could give a flying fuck where I’m at.

Wait, my girl?

I like spending time with Evan and having fun, but to claim her? I like being able to control my environment, and this has me spiraling. The reason I do not have attachments is because it saves a lot of headaches. It’s not easy being an old lady to a one percenter. And honestly? I’ve never found someone I would want to go through headaches for. I need some space to clear my head from this shit.

“I need to get some stuff done in the back. You good with the guys?” I gruffly ask, my change in tone making her frown.

“Uh, yeah.” Does she sound hurt? Shit. I have too much on the line right now to worry about feelings. Like who the fuck jacked what we were transporting and killed two of my men. I can’t let it distract me if she is or isn’t upset.

I slam the rest of my drink while meeting Hash’s questioning gaze. I nod my head toward Evan, signaling for him to watch over her. Only when I get a nod in confirmation from him do I head on back without a word or a backward glance

Chapter Twenty

EVAN

He seriously just left me.

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