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“What’s yours?” She rears back. “I’m not yours. I’ve never been yours, and I will never be yo?—”

I can’t listen to her spew bullshit anymore.

I grip both sides of her face with my hands and roughly kiss her. She gasps in shock, giving me the opening I need to dominate her mouth with my tongue. It only takes a few seconds for her to get over the shock before she kisses me back just as roughly. Her tongue battles mine and swirls before I bite and pull on her bottom lip.

“I can’t decide if I want to beat the shit out of you for messing around with the closest thing I have to a sister or throw up at this PDA,” Scotch rumbles from behind us, making me pull away slightly.

Still holding her face in my hands, I place a light kiss on her lips. “We’ll talk about this later, okay?”

Heat still flaring in her gorgeous mismatched eyes, she quickly agrees, “Okay.”

“If I promise not to lose it again, can you finish telling us what you have to say?”

She takes a minute to look between Scotch and me before she nods. “As I was saying, I said I would meet him at his place. As soon as I knocked on Storm’s door, he sounded super paranoid and freaked out. Like he didn’t know who was on the other side even though we had just made plans to meet, you know?”

“You think he was on something?” Scotch asks what we are both assuming.

“I didn’t until he opened the door, and then yeah, I’d say he was definitely on something. His eyes were bloodshot, and he smelled so bad of stale alcohol. Like to the point where I thought I was going to throw up.”

I wince because I’ve smelled that smell many of fucking times, and I swear it stays in your nostrils for days.

“What was really weird, though, was that he wouldn’t make eye contact. And the whole time I was standing in the doorway before he invited me in, he was scanning his yard behind me—almost like he was looking for something or someone.”

“Did you see anyone?” No one is that paranoid unless they think they’re being watched.

“No, that was the thing. I didn’t see anyone, but I also couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me. You know what I mean? Like that weird tingly feeling you get at the base of your spine.” Scotch and I both nod because we did.

“I couldn’t really figure out if he was making me feel that way with how paranoid and jittery he was acting or if someone was actually watching me in the bushes like a creep or something.” She wraps her arms around herself while reliving the memory as if it still made her uncomfortable.

And no one makes my girl fucking uncomfortable. “Well, I think it’s time we have a chat with our new buddy Storm,” I say as I crack my knuckles while turning to face Scotch. “Text Hash and tell him church first thing in the morning. Have him let the brothers know.”

“I’m staying here tonight.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

EVAN

Of course he is.

Because why would the universe be in my favor?

“You okay with this?” Zeke asks me quietly as I walk him to the door.

“Yeah, we need to talk about some stuff anyway.” It was bound to happen eventually.

“I’m fucking pissed he went there with you. Everyone in the club knows that family is off-limits unless you ask. And he definitely didn’t ask permission to fuck around with someone’s sister.”

“I’m sorry that it feels like this was all happening behind your back. It wasn’t like that. This all just sort of… happened. And honestly, I don’t even know what is happening.”

Zeke releases a deep sigh. “I know. But that doesn’t mean I’m still not going to have his ass for going there. What? Don’t give me that look. Prez or not, he knows the rules. I’ll check in tomorrow, Ev. Call me if you need me. ” I hug him goodbye before shutting and locking the back door.

“Are you hungry?” I ask while walking back into the kitchen, seeing Cain sitting on one of the bar stools at my island.

“I could eat.” He grinned. “Like your place, babe. Don’t think I told you that when I was here before.”

“You didn’t, but thank you.” I smile as I put some potatoes in a pot of water on the stove. “I know it looks like a construction zone right now, but when I’m done, it’s going to be the Victorian gothic home of my dreams—whenever that is.” I laugh.

“Who's doing the work? I know most of the guys in town.”

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