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“Absolutely,” Brock agrees all too eagerly. The tension is gone now that he knows he isn’t getting kicked out. “When do you need it by?”

“As soon as you can get it. Preferably within the next couple of hours.”

“I’m on it, Prez.” Brock moves to stand. “I’ll let you know when I have something.” I nod my head, dismissing him.

Waiting until the door shuts behind him before I continue. “Let’s hope he gets the info we need. Something in my gut tells me that the Russians own that.”

“But why would they cover it up like that?” Ink asks.

“I’d cover something up like that if I was storing something that I didn’t want anyone to know about,” Hash answers.

“Exactly,” I agree. “And it doesn’t sit right with me that they just happened upon Storm doing a deal that day. It makes me think they’ve had eyes on him a lot longer than he even realizes.”

“Evan did say that she felt like she was being watched that day when she went over to Storm’s alone,” Scotch adds.

“You ever get that feeling when you did drops with her?”

“No, but I was also too busy trying to figure out why Storm rubbed me the wrong fucking way. Dropped the ball on that one. Sorry.”

“Don’t beat yourself up. None of this is your fault. We’re going to figure out what the fuck is going on.” I look around the room at all of the brothers, who share the same hard expression on their faces and are nodding in agreement. “Tonight,” I growl.

“What’s the game plan for this?” Hash asks.

“I want all of us going. I don’t want a repeat of what happened at Storm’s place. I want us all suited up.”

“What about Evan?” Scotch asks. “You know she isn’t going to be okay with all of us going and her staying back.”

Yeah. I knew that was going to be a problem. “I think it’s best if she knows as little as possible right now. I finally got her to relax?—”

Cyrus cuts me off by snorting, “Yeah, I bet Daddy did.”

The guys all bust out laughing while Scotch slaps Cyrus on the back of the head. “Hey!” Cyrus exclaims while ducking his head and rubbing it.

“I don’t want to hear that shit. It’s fucking gross. That’s my sister you’re talking about,” Scotch grumbles, looking like he might actually throw up.

I can’t help but grin because, yeah, I love it when my girl calls me Daddy. “Alright, alright. Calm down. Scotch is right. Show Evan some respect. She’s mine.”

The room instantly becomes dead silent at that comment.

“You officially claiming her?” Scotch asks. He looks almost pissed off at the idea.

Am I claiming her? I haven’t been able to get the woman out of my head since I saw her standing in the clubhouse, looking so out of place. Those mismatched eyes snatched my soul without me even realizing it. They locked me in and threw away the key. Not to mention, no one has ever sucked my cock like way she does. And I’ve had a lot of blow jobs. And that cunt. Fuck. It’s always so tight and warm. Just waiting for me to come inside. She’s the first person to make me feel like I’m home. So yeah, I guess I am. “I’m claiming her. Evan’s mine.”

“It’s about goddamn time!” Cyrus cheers as all the guys whoop and holler.

“Congrats, Prez.” Hash smiles.

“Yeah, congrats, Prez. Who knew your old ass would be the first to settle down.” Trick smirks. “Wait. She does know how old you are, right?”

And now it’s my turn to smack someone on the back of the head. “Yes, she knows how old I am fucker.” I can’t help but laugh.

A knock sounds at the door. “Prez?”

Brock. That was faster than I expected. “Come in.” Oh, yeah. He found something. Unless that excited look in his eye is because he just rubbed one out. “You find something?”

“Oh, yeah,” Brock says, and if the look in his eyes didn’t already confirm it, the excitement in his voice does. “I did some digging around, and well, you were right to be suspicious,” he explains as he takes the seat next to Trick again.

“The bank doesn’t own it?”

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