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“Hey,” I snap, cutting off his rant. “Fucking focus. I don’t want to hear about how you were about to get on your knees and suck their dicks. I want to know what happened.”

“They knew what I was doing, and I don’t know how. I have never seen these suits in my life. They wanted to know where I was getting my product.”

“And you just told some random ass fucks everything?” I ask, growing angrier by the second. Jesus. What the fuck is wrong with him? Is there no loyalty anymore?

“He had cash on hand man! I can’t turn away 50k like that. I’d be a fucking fool to,” he explains as if that justifies everything. As if I’m just going to side with him.

“This is why Evan never gave you a larger cut. She saw what a piece of shit you are. No loyalty whatsoever.”

“I’m loyal to who’s feeding me.”

“That’s the thing. You don’t get it and probably never will. Loyalty can’t be bought. The ones that claim it can will always stray to the next highest bidder,” I say, shaking my head. I really can’t believe this fucking guy. “What did you do with the money?”

He’s back to not meeting my eyes as he says what I already knew he was going to say. “I owed some people some money, so I paid off my debts to get them off my back.”

God. What a fucking piece of shit. “How do we tie into this?”

“I think I’ve said enough.” Storm smirks like he somehow still has the upper hand here. Scotch laughs before snapping two more fingers back at once.

“Fuck! Stop doing that! He wants this territory, okay! He knows you’re involved with Evan.” This bitch is full-on crying now. Fucking disgusting.

“Who is he, and how does he fucking know that?”

“I don’t know how he knows. I didn’t ask man. I swear I didn’t ask.” His voice has a tremor now. “I didn’t even ask a name. I just took the money that they gave me for the info. I heard one of the guys that climbed out of the front call one of the guys Mikhail, but I don’t know which one it was. Fuck I don’t even know a Mikhail!”

I share another look with Cyrus. This isn’t looking good at all. The Russians being at the trailer that day definitely wasn’t a fucking coincidence.

“Thanks for the info man. So much loyalty. I love to see it.” I smirk before I swing and bash the other kneecap in, laughing as he cries out. “That’s for touching what’s mine.”

I smile to myself as I hear his cries and head back upstairs.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

EVAN

When we get to the clubhouse, Hash is the first one to greet Hades and me, and of course, Hades runs to him like he’s his best friend—the traitor.

“I hope it’s okay that I brought him,” I say to Hash, whose attention is completely occupied by the boy demanding belly rubs. “This all happened so fast, and Cain didn’t give me any direction. I wasn’t sure what to do with him.” I also wouldn’t have accepted the answer of pawning him off on someone else or leaving him at home—even if there was someone else to pawn him off on, which there isn’t.

“Babe.” Hash stands back up, earning a whine from Hades, letting us know he doesn’t want the pets to stop. “You’re the Prez’s girl. Whatever the fuck you want is welcome here.”

“Well, we’re just seeing where this goes…” I start to tell him before I whip around at the sound of boots coming up from… a basement? I didn’t even know this place would have one of those, but here’s Cain coming through the door. My belly does a little a flutter at seeing him looking almost relieved that I made it one piece. When was the last time someone cared if I made it somewhere?

Hades bounds over to him, tail wagging faster than it had for Hash.

“Were you a good boy for Mom?” Cain asks in a voice I didn’t think could come out of a man like him as he crouches down. “You excited to sleep in Dad’s bed tonight? It doesn’t have Mom’s fluffy covers that you’re used to, but I’ll get you your own blanket.”

My heart stopped at hearing him refer to himself as Dad. For someone who wasn’t sure where this was going, he seems pretty sure of himself. What girl doesn’t want a man to treat her dog like they’re an actual child? We haven’t even had that conversation, but here he is, being all daddy-like. And damn if that isn’t the sexiest thing. But I like this. I like it a lot. A lot in the sense that I can see myself loving this forever.

Wait, love?

No, no, no. I don’t love him. Do I?

“Your bags still in the car?” Cain asks, breaking me out of my thoughts. But I can’t stop staring at him long enough to answer. I’m not sure I even fully processed what he asked. It was a question, right? I can’t get the fantasy out of my head. The fantasy of my future that includes him. And maybe some actual kids. I never saw myself as the maternal type unless it was toward an animal, but now I can’t stop picturing a kid with his gorgeous green eyes. Or one green and one blue like mine.

“Evan?”

“Yeah?” I meet his concerned gaze.

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