Page 47 of Cain

That earned me the eye roll that I love so much.

“Down, boy,” I say to my dick.

“What?” Evan asks, looking confused.

“Nothing.” I smirk and swat her on the ass. “Let’s go babe.”

Silence settles over the kitchen as Evan and I enter. Hash’s murderous stare is aimed right at her. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife. Evan is so tense against me, and I can tell that she’s preparing for a fight.

“What in the fuck is she still doing here?” Hash sneers, looking at Evan like she should be six feet under. Scotch tenses at his tone, ready to step in to defend Evan. Even if I didn’t fully believe Evan after last night, and I do, Scotch’s reaction right now would have sealed the deal. He is ready to turn on a brother for his sister, whom he never even questioned was in the wrong. That speaks volumes to me.

“Easy,” I say firmly as I hold my hand up. “Evan had nothing to do with what happened yesterday.”

“What? She sucked your dick good enough for you to believe that?”

“Watch your fucking mouth,” I growl. “I’m only going to say this once, and I shouldn’t even have to say it, but you treat my girl with fucking respect.”

“Yes, Prez,” he grits out. I can see it in his eyes that he doesn’t believe it yet.

Ink is still over by the fridge, eyes darting between everyone, unsure of what side to take. I know he has a soft spot for Evan. I’m hoping that wins over whatever shit Hash has been saying.

“Evan and I talked it out last night,” I start to say before I’m cut off by Cyrus laughing his ass off again.

“If ‘talk it out’ now comes in the form of the headboard thumping and some hips rocking, then I’m all for finding a lady.” The shithead winks.

Scotch slaps him on the back of the head before I get the chance. “Ow! What the fuck man?”

“That’s my fucking sister, you sick fuck.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the lovely symphony I heard last night.”

I don’t even have to look at Evan to know her face is right back to that red shade. “Alright, alright. Do you fuckers want to hear what I have to say or not?” I wait a second for them to settle down before continuing. “ Evan and I talked it out last night, and she didn’t tip Storm off.” I cut a look to Hash. “Even if she hated me, which she doesn’t,” I smirk at Cyrus and Scotch, “she wouldn’t want anything to have happened to Scotch. My theory is that Storm is in debt to some serious people and ran based on that.”

“That still doesn’t answer how the Russians knew you were there.” Scotch says.

No, it didn’t. And that’s the part I’m stuck on. “Unless this was all just an ‘in the wrong place at the wrong time’ situation. Maybe they saw Cyrus, Scotch, and me go in, and we just didn’t see them. One of the guys could have recognized our cuts and received the orders to take us out.”

“Mikhail has made his interest known in wanting our territory,” Hash reluctantly says, looking lost in thought.

“Maybe he figured now was his time to make a move since you three had no backup. Surprise attacks make our world go round,” Ink adds.

“That’s not how that saying goes, you dumbass,” Scotch says.

“It’s how it goes in my world. You know I love to fuck shit up.” The fucker smirks.

Shaking my head, trying not to laugh, I continue, “I think that’s what happened. But I want to know what Storm is involved with. Anything new on the shipment?”

All the guys shake their heads, looking as pissed off as I feel. “Nope. It’s weird as hell, too. No one seems to know anything. I’m not getting a good feeling about any of this, Prez.” Trick says from his spot at the table.

“I have an idea,” Evan speaks for the first time since entering the kitchen, making all eyes shoot to her like they forgot she was standing next to me. “What if I text Storm asking to meet up again? I could see what he’s been up to and where he’s been.”

“Absolutely fucking not.”

“And why not?” she sasses back, hands on her hips, making my dick semi-hard. Damn this woman.

“Wait a minute, Prez,” Trick interjects. “She might be onto something. We could flush him out this way. He isn’t going to come out for any of us alone.”

Oh, hell no. “We are not using Evan as bait,” I growl. “We don’t know what he’s on, who he’s with or in debt to, and we don’t know what he will do. He’s clearly fuckin’ spooked enough to be runnin’ now. I’m not putting Evan in the middle of that.”

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