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A low rumble pulls me from my thoughts long enough to hear a bike coming down the driveway and to notice Hades’ eyes are locked on the door, ready to go. As soon as I adopted Hades, I sent him to a training school. I spent a fucking fortune to make sure I had a dog that would protect me.

Which brings me back to who is here?

Only two people know where I live.

Yanking open the side door, my eyes narrow into slits as I see who it is.

The one person I would have been fine not seeing ever again.

The asshole.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I bite out.

“Now, little hellcat. I don’t think that’s any way to greet your guest.”

Chapter Eight

CAIN

Goddamn.

I know I’m staring again, but those legs. Those fucking legs.

The little rips and tears in her pants give me a small peek at all that soft, milky skin I haven’t stopped thinking about since she ran out of my office yesterday.

I know she’s pissed I dropped by unannounced. Scotch doesn’t even know I’m here. Didn’t give me her address either. It took me calling in a favor to one of the prospects, Brock— tech nerd turned biker. He did time in the Army, got out, and was looking for a new life to settle into. So, basically, I had him hack Scotch’s phone to find out this little hellcat’s address.

Shocked the shit out of me to find out she basically lives in my backyard.

Which brings me back to why have I never seen her before? I get Scotch wanting to protect her, but I haven’t even seen her up at DD’s, and I know I would recognize that face anywhere. It’s the eyes. She draws her makeup out dramatically, making her look like she’s about to rip your dick off. They’re the kind that are engraved in your brain as soon as you see them, and the kind that makes my dick twitch every time we make contact. I walk toward her, needing to get a glimpse of them. Never in my life have I seen someone with one green and one blue. They’re so captivating that they almost make you unable to look away.

Fuck. What is happening to me?

I sound like a lovesick, pussy-whipped bitch right now. The guys would be riding my ass so hard if they could hear what was running through my head.

Her arms are crossed over her chest. I know that body language is supposed to warn me that this little hellcat is pissed, but all it’s doing is pushing her massive tits up and giving me a better view of her impressive rack.

“Show me the goods, babe.”

“Excuse me?” One of her eyebrows shoots up. I open my mouth to clarify, but she fires off before I get the chance. “I’m not one of your club sluts, babe. This is going to come as a shock to you, but not every girl takes her clothes off on demand.”

It took everything in me not to bust out laughing. “The weed, babe. I’m here to talk about weed.”

Her cute fucking mouth forms into an “O,” and her arms drop down by her sides as it all clicks in her head. Fucking cute as hell.

“I haven’t officially agreed. I said I would get back to you,” she snaps. Such a feisty little thing.

“You really about to leave Scotch hangin’ like that? Didn’t peg you for that type, babe.” That’s when I knew I had her. Resignation passed through her eyes. Hook, line, and sinker.

“No,” she whispers in defeat, turns around, and heads back into the barn without saying another word.

Taking that as my invitation in, I follow the little hellcat’s delectable ass into the barn.

Chapter Nine

EVAN

I can feel his eyes on me as I walk over to the counters lining the front of the barn. When I had it built, I really wanted the barn to match the moody vibe of the house. With that in mind, I ended up with black countertops, a gold-pressed tin backsplash, and dark grey cabinets. It’s a dream to look at, really.

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