Page 53 of Cain

I share a look with the guys that they know all too well.

I have a bad feeling shit is going to hit the fan.

“Does he know your name?” I ask Scotch.

“Nah, I doubt it. I think I’ve maybe said ten words to this dude over the span of a few years. I always just hang back and let Evan do her thing.”

“Does he know that you’re part of the club?”

“It’s possible. I never took my cut off when meeting up with him, but I was also never close enough for him to confirm whether I was part of one or not.”

There’s only one explanation then. “Someone has tipped him off.”

“It wasn’t me.” Evan snaps before anyone else can get a word in. “I barely knew anything about you guys until Zeke said he needed help.”

“We know it wasn’t you, babe,” Hash says, relaxing Evan’s shoulders. You can tell she’s still thinking the guys think she has something to do with all of this.

“Someone had to have tipped him off. Otherwise, why all of a sudden, after years of meet-ups, would he be uncomfortable?” Ink asks.

And isn’t that the million-dollar question? Unless… “What if he wants to get Evan alone, and this actually has nothing to do with us? That would explain why someone was checking out her place.”

“Doesn’t explain the threat, though,” Trick adds.

“Fuck.” I lean my elbows on the counter on the island and scrub my hands over my face. None of this makes any fucking sense.

“Well, you guys will have your chance to get some answers because I told him Zeke wouldn’t be there, and he agreed to come tomorrow,” Evan says with her back to me as she plates up the burgers, giving me the perfect view of her ass that I wish I was bending over the counter right now.

“I don’t like the thought of you being alone with him,” I growl.

“Down boy. We talked about this earlier. We’ll be waiting for him,” Scotch says with a glint in his eye.

I know that glint. I’ve seen it a million times. It’s why he’s my head enforcer. This fucker will be begging for mercy by the time we’re done with him.

Chapter Thirty-Three

EVAN

I’m cleaning up the kitchen as the guys say their goodbyes. One by one, they file out the back door. And by goodbyes, I mean a couple of nods as a thanks for dinner while they slap Cain on the shoulder in the way all guys do. No one knows why they do it. It’s like it’s ingrained in their DNA or something. Ink let me know that if Cain wasn’t keeping me satisfied, I knew where to find him, earning him yet another smack on the back of the head. I’m really growing to love that guy.

It isn’t long before I hear all of their bikes fire up and fade away in the opposite direction of the road. If they continue to want to use the trails to get here, I will need to clean them up and make them a little wider. It would be nice if I could turn them into a one-lane dirt road.

I'm wiping off the counter when I hear the door shut, and I look over to see Cain sauntering in, bag in hand.

“Did you, the king of no strings attached, pack an overnight bag?” I tease.

“There were only no strings attached because I was holding out for a rack like yours.” He winks as he presses his body up against my back, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me in tight before moving my hair to the side and placing a light kiss on the spot on my neck that he knows drives me wild. A shiver runs through me as I feel his breath whisper across my skin, leaving goosebumps.

“I let Hades out for you,” he says softly against my neck. “I know this has all been a lot for you, not being used to this life and all. What would you be doing to relax if I wasn’t here?” I lean my head more to the left so he has better access. He doesn’t even need to do anything else. Just the feel of his beard tickling my skin makes my lower belly flutter.

Some might think having a man with two very different sides is weird. This isn’t me considering him mine. I’m not fully there yet, but I love having a prickly, broody man to the outside world. I love that I’m the only one that gets his soft and sweet.

“Evan?” Cain asks after I haven’t responded.

“What?” I whisper.

He chuckles lightly against my neck, giving my hips a light squeeze. “What would you be doing to relax if I wasn’t here?”

“Um… probably taking a bath,” I finally answer.

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