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That’s all it took, him commanding me to come. My pussy clenches him so hard that I almost blackout. Cain slams home one last time before exploding. I barely register his long stream of curses as he comes right along with me.

I collapse against his chest, both of us trying to catch our breath.

“Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, you surpass it with flying colors,” Cain says softly, running a hand lightly up and down my spine.

“I think it’s just different when it’s with someone you care about,” I admit, shocking myself. A few months ago, I would have thrown up at the mushiness.

“Yeah,” Cain says softly, wrapping both arms around me and squeezing me tight. “I want to ask you something…” He starts before there’s a fist pounding at his door.

“I know you two are busy playing Where’s Waldo, but we got a meeting,” Hash calls through the door, not waiting for a response as I hear his boots already walking away.

We both laugh before Cain lets out a long sigh. “I’m sorry this moment just got ruined. I need to go deal with that. We’ll finish this later, yeah?” He gives me another squeeze.

“Yeah.” I smile. “Go. I’m just going to veg and watch TV.”

I can’t help but feel a sense of dread in the pit of my stomach as I watch Cain put his clothes back on and head out.

Chapter Forty-One

CAIN

“What time?” I ask the room. The guys are already waiting around the table for me.

“They want to meet with Storm tonight at midnight,” Hash answers.

“Where are we meeting?”

“Out at the abandoned warehouses where Storm first met them.”

“Do they own them?” I ask. It’s weird that they knew Storm was even there in the first place. Makes me think that they just want everyone else to believe they’re abandoned. “When I called Matteo the other day, he didn’t know anything about this. Last he knew, Mikhail wanted nothing to do with our area.”

“Not that I know of,” Hash replies.

Well, we’re going to fucking find out who does. “Where’s Brock?” I ask as Trick nods towards outside. “Go get him.”

“What are you thinking?” Hash asks. I can tell by the look on his face that he already knows where this is going.

“I think it’s about time Brock proves himself to be patched in.” I scan the room for hesitation or disapproval but don’t find one.

“The way he’s stepped up with installing all the cameras at Evan’s house made me want to put that bug in your ear, but then more shit hit the fan, and I forgot.” Scotch shrugs from his seat. “I think he’ll be a nice edition. Especially with his nerd shit.”

That, right there, is how Brock is going to prove himself. Scotch is right, though. Brock has stepped up. He brings valuable assets that none of us have to the table. When he first approached us at DD’s wanting to prospect, I wasn’t too sure. I remember laughing in his face. You can’t blame me. He looked like an adult who lived in his mom’s basement.

Brock doesn’t exactly strike you as the type that wants to get down and dirty. Hell, the kid didn’t even get his first tattoo until Ink basically told him you can’t have virgin skin in the club. He was joking, but the kid took him seriously and got some code of some shit on his arm. Looks kind of badass, even though I don’t know anything about that stuff.

“Yeah, Prez?” Brock asks as he makes his way inside.

“Have a seat.” I nod to the empty seat next to Trick.

The tension in Brock’s body is coming off in waves as he clenches his fists at his side and walks to the seat, probably expecting the worst. I don’t think the kid has any family. At least he hasn’t mentioned anyone. But then again, neither had Scotch and look what fucking happened with that. “You’re good with computers, right?”

“Yeah.” He nods tightly.

Perfect. “I want you to try to find out who owns the abandoned warehouse on the other side of the city. Hash did a basic search, but it came back as bank-owned.”

“You think it’s a cover?”

“I do. Can I trust you to get me that info?” Do you have the balls to hack a government database and get me the shit I want?

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