Page 41 of Cain

That’s it.

That’s all he said.

He’s back to Cain, the asshole. Not the Cain that was in my bed last night. And that hurts. And I hate that it hurts.

“Something’s going on, Hades baby,” I murmur while scratching his head.

We’re currently lying in bed. After the chaos that has consumed my life, I felt like having a lazy day. Everyone has their own way of relaxing, but I find the best way is to binge eat with an assortment of drinks, curl up in bed with a good book, have music or a show playing in the background, and never move. If I do move, it’s to take a bath. I basically become a potato—a very satisfied potato.

I was secretly hoping that Cain would want to come over and be a potato with me. My ideal dream date is a day in bed doing all of the above with dessert after. The kind that comes in the form of a massive cock.

I guess I thought things had changed after our talk yesterday and him staying the night last night. I can’t say that I’m not disappointed that it feels like we’re back to square one. Even through the hurt, I think I just kind of… expected it.

I deserve answers, though. If he got freaked and decided that he’s changed his mind about letting things play out, then fine. I’d rather it end now before it goes too far and before I won’t even want to do business with him because I won’t be able to stand to look at his asshole face. But I deserve to know what the hell happened today.

Hades perks up as I throw the covers off of me. “I’m going over there, and he’s going to tell me what in the hell is going on.” I throw on a pair of leggings and change out of my old t-shirt for a bra and low-cut tank top. Sliding on my vans, I head out. “Be good, baby,” I tell Hades, blowing a kiss in his direction.

I decide to drive over to the clubhouse. I could walk through the connecting trails, but I don’t need the extra time to stew in my anger. I’m pissed-off enough.

Levi opens the gate for me at the clubhouse, greeting me with a friendly smile. The others are a different story. I don’t even have one foot out of my car before Hash prowls toward me with a scowl.

“Did Prez invite you here?” he growls.

Uh… what the hell? “No. He didn’t. I wasn’t aware I needed to be invited if I had something I wanted to talk about.”

His arms are now folded across his chest. “You might have a nice pair of tits and spread your legs without him asking, but if I find out you’re behind this, we’re going to have a fucking problem. Scotch’s sister or not.”

I rear my head back at his response because where in the fuck did that come from? And did he just basically call me a club whore?

I climb out of the car and stand, facing him and looking directly into his eyes so that he knows he can't talk down to me, and give him a glare to rival his. “I don’t know what your problem is. I don’t even know you. And I really don’t appreciate you basically calling me a whore. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have shit to do that doesn’t include looking at your patchy beard that you still can’t fill in as a grown-ass man.” Shoving past him, I head inside, not waiting for a response after the growl that ensued.

“Hey, Ink.” I smile at him, seeing him lounging on one of the couches. He looks up and gives me a quick smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Hey, Darlin’. Whatcha doin’ here?” His gaze is on me, looking skeptical. What is up with everyone looking at me like that?

“I wanted to talk to Cain. Is he around?”

Ink’s attention is already back on his phone when he responds dismissively, “Should be in his room.”

Well, okay then.

I don’t even bother asking which room is Cain’s before heading up the stairs. I just reach the top when I see a guy I remember seeing at the party the other night.

“What are you doing up here?” he asks, eyes guarded and his tone matching.

“I’m looking for Cain. Ink said he was in his room.”

“Last door on the left.”

I can feel his eyes on me as I walk down the hall until I reach Cain’s door. I turn my head to look at him, still standing in the same spot, watching me. I raise my eyebrows at him, silently asking, ‘Can I help you?’ while I pound on Cain’s door.

I mean honestly, why is everyone here acting like I’m enemy number one?

I raise my fist, ready to knock again, but the door is yanked open, and a very angry Cain is now staring back at me. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I wanted to talk.”

“Can you not fucking read? I told you I got shit going on.”

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