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I love that she’s creating her own little slice of paradise. She might be a little slower to finish the house, but no corners will be cut. The more I’m around her, the more I want a spot in that little slice of paradise. I think that’s why I jumped on Hash wanting to fix the drywall. I want a part in creating that.

It’s just a bonus that she’s been living next door to me this entire time. Hell, I should have come over and asked for a cup of sugar months ago. I could have had this sweet piece in my life already. Dick bombs and all.

“What are you over there smirking about?” Evan asks while looking at me like I’m a little crazy as she dries herself off before slipping on an oversized tee that hits mid-thigh. She would look sexy as fuck in my tee. I need to remember to bring some over.

“Nothing, hellcat.” I smile softly at her. “Do you need to do anything else, or are you ready for bed?”

“I’m ready for bed,” she says before pulling the fluffy teal duvet back. If the guys could see me sleeping in this bed, they would be laughing their asses off. I’d never hear the end of it. “You ready for the meeting tomorrow?”

I knew this was bothering her. “Yeah.” I tuck my arm around her and pull her flush against my side, tucking her in. “I texted Hash to tell the guys we’re having church first thing in the morning. I want to go over the game plan with them. Figure out where I want everyone.”

“That will be good.” She lets out the cutest fucking yawn before nestling into my chest. “I just hope Storm doesn’t do anything stupid.”

“Me either, babe. But we’ll be ready if he does. I promise you that.” Her breathing has evened out, and I can tell she didn’t hear a word I said.

There’s nothing else I can do for the night, so I hug my girl a little tighter and pass out along with her.

Chapter Thirty-Five

CAIN

“Someone looks like they had a fun night.” Cyrus smirks. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a smile on your ugly mug.”

“Fuck off, ” I say with no real meaning behind it.

Because he’s right. Everyone’s on edge with the shit that’s been going on, but there’s just something about being woken up with a warm mouth around your cock, which then turned into me eating her pussy for breakfast before I had to head out. A guy could get used to being woken up that way.

“Is everyone here? We need to go over the plan in case shit goes south.”

Cyrus’ face instantly turns serious.“Yeah, they’re filing in now.”

I nod before heading in. Time to get this show on the road.

I don’t even have to get the guys to quiet down. They know what today is. Every one of them wants a piece of this guy. They may not have liked Evan at first, but that changed after last night. She has every single one of them wrapped around her finger.

“Alright,” I command the attention that’s already on me. “We all know today is the day we finally meet with Storm.” Every single brother has that glint in their eye— the glint that tells me they’re ready to fuck some shit up.

“What’s the plan?” Hash asks eagerly.

“My plan is to let him get settled with Evan long enough so that he doesn’t think anything’s going on. With him already paranoid about Scotch, I don’t want to add to it and spook him.” The guys all nod in agreement to what I’m saying.

I lean back in my chair, making eye contact with each one. “With that being said, I want someone to always have eyes on her.” I pause as I wait for another nod of confirmation before continuing. “I want Trick and Ink hiding in the barn in case he makes her go inside. I’m going to make sure she has his shit outside waiting for him, but you never know. The rest of us will be in the woods. I want my eyes on her and Scotch’s eyes on him. He’s the only one of us who’s met him, and I want him to pick up on any weird body language.”

“Sounds good, Prez. No one’s staying back at the clubhouse?” Trick asks. We never leave our place unattended. There are too many power-hungry, greedy bastards around here wanting a slice of what we’ve built from the ground up.

“I’m going to have the prospects stay back.”

“What time is he coming?” Scotch asks, tone out for blood.

“Noon. Our bikes can stay on the trail. He won’t see them unless he goes behind the barn, and well, if he feels the need to do that, we’re just going to have to show him what happens when you snoop around somewhere that you don’t fucking belong.”

Cyrus cracks his knuckles. “Let’s fucking go!”

All of the guys cheer as they file out, and I can't help but laugh. Such a bunch of blood-thirsty bastards.

I wouldn't have it any other way, though.

Chapter Thirty-Six

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