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Evan places her hand on the upper part of my arm, trying to calm me down, but it isn’t working. “Think about it, Cain. I can tell him I have more ready for him to sell and have him meet me at my place. It wouldn’t be suspicious because he has met me at my place a couple of times in the past.”

“I’m not letting this nasty fucker breathe your air, Evan. This isn’t up for negotiation.”

That earns me a glare. Here we go. I can tell she’s rearing up to give me sass.

“This isn’t up for negotiation? Did you bump your head in the shower this morning? Because I know I didn’t just hear you say something involving my life isn’t up for negotiation, Cain.” She snaps, narrowing her eyes at me.

“You tell him, girl!” Cyrus cheers her on, earning a glare from me. The fucker is supposed to be on my side.

“You’re not helping.” I glare at him before turning back to Evan. “I don’t want you to get hurt. I’m just looking out for your safety.”

“I don’t mean to butt into this lover’s quarrel, but I think Trick is onto something,” Hash says.

“I think we need to use this to our advantage,” Evan says. “Storm doesn’t know anything about the layout of my property. Even if it was him scoping out the place the other night, he only had time to look around the barn.”

“Where are you going with this?”

“I’ll text him and ask him to meet me at my place, preferably near the barn. You guys can be waiting out of sight for him when he comes. Since someone cut the chain, you can use the trails that connect the property.” She shoots me a look that tells me she still isn’t pleased about that. “If he tries anything, you guys would be right there.”

I hate that this plan has merit. “I don’t like this.”

“One of us can even be hiding in the barn, Prez. You know if he so much as touches a pretty hair on her head, we’ll cut his finger off.” Cyrus grins. His favorite pastime.

“Fine. But if anything happens, I’m killing the fucker.”

Chapter Thirty

EVAN

“Hey.”

I turn around as I walk to my car and see Hash approaching me, looking sheepish.

“Hey. Everything okay?” I ask, trying not to let on how wary I am of him now.

“Yeah. Ah… I mean, not really.” He shoves his hands in his pocket and looks around at everything but me. “I wanted to apologize for how I treated you yesterday. And this morning. I shouldn’t have said what I said.”

“It’s okay, Hash. Water under the bridge.” I smile.

“No, it’s not okay. I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions like that. I was just trying to look out for Prez and the club’s best interest. It’s not an excuse, but I just wanted to tell you I’m sorry.”

“Don’t ever apologize for defending Cain or your club. You’re all family, and that’s what family does. I love that you guys have found that. Loyalty is so hard to find these days.”

“Are you really trying to sneak out of here without a man on you? Was I talking to a wall last night?” We both whip around to see a very unhappy Cain prowling toward us.

“Damn,” I mumble to myself.

Hash snorts. “Sorry, babe. You knew you weren’t going to get out of here like that.”

Rolling my eyes, I say, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. A girl can dream, though.”

Cain’s eyes are moving between Hash and me, trying to feel out the situation.

“We’re all good, Prez. I’ll be seeing you around, Evan.” Hash nods before heading back into the club, leaving me out here with Mr. Grumpy Pants.

I open my mouth to tell him I’ll be fine at home by myself, but he beats me to it. “I sent Levi over to your house. He should already be there waiting for you.”

“I didn’t see him leave,” I say while looking around.

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