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I lift my head back to look at him. “Um… then what are we doing?”

“Shit’s different with you, Evan. You can either keep freaking out and playing stuff up in your head, or you can be okay with the fact that you’re the first woman that gets this from me.”

What? Did I just hear him right?

I must have died and gone to heaven because, oh my god. Another chip just fell, making the wall around my heart a lot less stable, and that’s scary as fuck. That giddy feeling you get when you’re in the honeymoon phase of your relationship is settling in the pit of my stomach as I really process what he just said, relaxing into him more. Feeling me relax more into him must have given him the assurance he was looking for because he continued on, “So, how long has it been?”

“How long has what been?” I ask as I trace circles on the skull covering his hand.

“Since you’ve been with a man, hellcat.” Oh. Of course he picked up on that little bit of information. I purse my lips together because I don’t want to say it. It’s honestly kind of embarrassing—embarrassing as in I’m surprised he didn’t find any cobwebs down there.

“Babe.”

I remain silent, hoping he picks up on the vibe that I’m pleading the fifth.

“Evangeline.” He shakes my shoulder lightly. Ugh. He just had to use my full first name.

Sighing, I give in. “It’s been a few years.” I bury my face in the crook of his neck to hide my embarrassment. I mean, who just wants to openly admit that? Especially to a guy that they’re into. Hi, I’m basically a born-again virgin.

A low rumble vibrates against my cheek, making me look up and see Cain’s eyes flare. “I never thought I would find something like that attractive, but it’s fucking hot.” I throw him an eye roll. “I’m serious. I like that I’m the first man that’s touched you in a long time. The first man to get you to light up like that. It’s making my dick hard just thinking about it. I never considered myself to be possessive, but I’d kill any fucker that even looked you the wrong way, Evan.”

Cain settles down lower on the bed, curling his body around me before patting the mattress and calling for Hades to hop up. “Now, let’s go to sleep. I have to get up for church in the morning.”

I went to sleep that night feeling like the safest girl in the world.

Chapter Twenty-Five

CAIN

Last night was the first night that I’ve ever spent with a woman. And by spent the night, I mean actually slept over. And damn, if that wasn’t the best night of sleep I’ve had in a long time. She was cute as fuck when she woke up too. All grumpy and shit. Reminded me of a cute little feral cat. Mean as fuck until they got their cream, or in Evan’s case, the cream comes in the form of caffeine. I think I helped take the edge off by waking her up with my mouth on her pussy. She sweetened just enough to not bite my head off before she got her fix.

And that meal she made me last night. I don’t even know the last time I had someone cook for me. Hell, I can’t even remember the last time I had dinner with a woman. Did that count as a date? Do I need to take her out? Girls like that shit, I think.

I take a long drag of my cigarette as I change my thought process to how I want this meeting to go. Honestly, I don’t even want a meeting. I want to go over to that fucker’s house and beat the ever-loving shit out of him until I have the answers I want. Unfortunately, that’s not how it works in the club. I need a vote. I feel like they’d back me, though. Ink seemed to really take to Evan in the first three seconds of meeting her. That’s the kind of impact she leaves on people.

Rubbing the cigarette butt in the ashtray that’s on the picnic table outside the clubhouse, I head inside for church.

“Alright, you fucks!” I yell as I pound my gavel on the table, quieting down the brothers. “I had Scotch call this meeting because we’ve had another issue arise.”

The smiles instantly disappear from their faces, all of them straightening in their seats.

“Scotch and I stopped by Evan’s last night, and some fuck thought it was okay to break into her place and vandalize it.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Ink growls. “Is she okay?”

“Yeah, she’s okay. Was a little shaken up, but she’s made of tough shit.”

“How bad is the damage?” Hash asks.

“Not too bad. Just need to replace the lock on the front door and redo some of the drywall. Whoever did this spray-painted a threat on her wall, warning her away from us.”

“How in the fuck does someone know she’s working with us?” Trick asked, looking like he’s ready to murder someone.

“That’s the million-dollar fucking question. I think that the person who was scoping out her place the other night and the shit that happened last night are related and, somehow, also related to us.”

“I don’t believe in coincidences like that. I agree with you on it,” Hash says, looking deep in thought.

None of this makes any fucking sense. If Evan already had a bunch of enemies and people after her, I’d assume other scenarios, but the girl is a hermit. I haven’t even heard her mention friends’ names.

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