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“I got a job as a server right out of high school, and Storm was a cook. He was your typical ‘I’ll sell you what you need after work’ type of line cook, and we just kind of hit it off in that sense.” I paused to think about it. “Honestly? I don’t really know him much more than that. Our conversations have always been around what we’re dealing with.”

“Good.”

“Good?”

“Yeah, good. It won’t matter if I beat his ass for making you feel uncomfortable.”

On that, I roll my eyes because, really?

“You all done?”

It takes me a second to realize he’s talking about my food.

“Oh, yeah. I’m all set.” I reach to grab his plate before he smacks my hand away. My ‘what the fuck’ expression has him laughing.

“You cook, I clean.” My eyebrows shoot up to my hairline because who is this man? “I may be a biker, hellcat, but my Ma did try to raise me right. Only a quarter of it stuck.” He smirks while grabbing my plate off of the island. “Go sit down and relax, I’ll finish up here.”

I’m so used to doing everything on my own that I almost feel sort of awkward having someone clean up after me. Grabbing my wine, I head over to the couch in the living room. The warning that’s graffitied on the wall just staring back at me.

One positive is that I haven’t really touched this room except for the new drywall that was up. So it’s not like there’s really any money lost.

I think this is the room I’ll focus on next. My kitchen is nearly complete except for some small finishing touches. I wanted to stay with a dark vibe, so I made sure the cabinets stayed black. I paired that with a gorgeous black reflective backsplash and modern Victorian-style appliances that are such a dark gray they look almost black but aren’t. My style is kind of hard to find things for, but I tend to have a lot of luck with hitting up estate sales. That’s how I found the gorgeous chandelier I have hanging above the island in the kitchen. The lights are in the shape of a circle and look like actual candles are lit when it’s on. Darker glass pieces dangle from that, creating the most beautiful reflection of light. I got it for a steal, too. I’m pretty sure Zeke thought I was crazy when I called him, begging him to pick it up for me.

I then decided to accent the area with plants, gold knobs, and handles. And by plants, I mean cactuses and aloe plants because they’re the only thing I can keep alive. I tried a few snake plants because everyone in online plant groups said they’re so easy and require little light. One girl told me that you would basically have to try to kill it for it to die. The joke’s on me, I guess, because I tried to keep it alive, and it died within two months of me having it.

“Kind of looks like you have one of those abstract modern art pieces on your wall that everyone loves,” Cain says, interrupting my thoughts and making me realize that I zoned out while looking at the mess.

I let out a laugh. “Yeah, it kind of does. I was just thinking about how I will start on this room next.” He sits beside me on the couch, grabs my legs propped up by my side, and places them across his lap. “I’m getting kind of sick of walking on plywood. It’s not a good look for my guests.” I joke

Cracking a smile, he replies, “Looks pretty fucking fancy to me. You have any idea of what you want to do with it?”

“I’d like to continue on with my moody vibes. I’m obsessed with anything gothic or Victorian, obviously.” I point out the obvious while waving my hand around. “I’m thinking of some teal shades with black, white, and gold?”

He nods his head as I talk it out. “That’s all you, hellcat. I can see it now. One of my brothers does flooring on the side. I’ll tell him to stop over so you two can discuss your options.”

“You don’t ha—” I start before I’m cut off.

“What did I say earlier? It’s no sweat off anybody’s nose, and it’s a great way to generate cash for the club. It’s a win-win in my book, babe.”

“Are you always this bossy?” I ask before sipping my wine.

“You’ll get used to it.”

I let out an embarrassing moan as Cain grabs my foot and starts massaging the arch with his thumb, pressing in all the right spots.

Heat flares in his eyes at the sound, pressing his thumb in that perfect spot again, earning a longer moan this time.

“I can’t wait to hear that noise when my cock is buried deep in you.”

I choke on my wine because who just says things like that mid-conversation? I’ve never been with a man like him. All one-hundred percent alpha and so sure of himself. His air of confidence that he carries is just enough to assert his dominance and control in every situation he’s in without coming off like a cocky douchebag. I can see why he’s the president of a one-percenter motorcycle club.

His tone commands your attention.

And damn if it doesn’t make my pussy quiver.

And damn if I don’t love that too.

Chapter Twenty-Three

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