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“Nope. Well, I mean, I guess they did. They gained ownership of it due to foreclosure eight years ago when the economy took a nose dive. They found a buyer three years ago, though.”

“Who was it?” I growl, making Brock look up from his laptop.

“Someone that goes by the name Mikhail Petrov.”

Motherfucker. “I knew it.” I slam my fist down. “So you’re telling me they’ve been in our area for three years, and we’re just now finding out about it?” My voice sounds lethal, even to me.

“Uh, yeah. I think so.” Brock hesitates before he answers. “I’m not sure if that’s when they came here, but it’s when they bought the warehouse. Based on the pictures I saw, it doesn’t look like they’ve done much with it.”

No. No, they haven’t. An unsettling feeling has settled in the pit of my stomach. “What are they hiding?” I ask out loud, more to myself than the brothers, but Hash answers.

“Drugs.” He simply shrugs.

“What makes you say that?” Trick asks, brow raising.

“Think about it. Our shipment gets stolen, and the Reapers don’t know anything about it. They’ve clearly been watching the fuck face that’s in our basement deal for years without him even knowing. And if they’ve been watching him for that long, I’m willing to bet all the cash I have buried out back in my titty piggy bank that they’ve seen Scotch with Evan when she meets up with Storm. It wouldn’t take much to piece it all together and figure out what club Scotch is with.”

Fuck. “And they would just assume Evan is in on everything based on that association,” I finish.

“Yup.” Hash looks grim.

“Alright,” I start. “Everyone is coming, including you, Brock. Levi will stay back with Evan. Someone needs to take a cage to bring Storm.” I snort as the other guys snicker. “If questions get asked, just have Storm explain that he had a little accident and needed a driver.”

“I’ll do it.” Cyrus looks all too pleased with himself. “Wouldn’t mind cutting a finger off this time if he gets out of line.”

“Leave some for the rest of us,” Ink tells Cyrus, looking a little put out that he didn’t get to participate earlier.

I let out a laugh while shaking my head. “Glad that’s settled. Load up the back with some extra guns, just in case. I don’t know how many men we’re about to bust in on.” I turn to Brock before continuing, “If there are cameras when we get there, can you hack them so we can see what we’re working with or cut them?”

Brock rears his head back as if I’ve offended him. “Can I hack them? Does a biker eat pussy?”

“There he is!” Cyrus booms. “I knew there was some swagger underneath all that virgin skin. Just had to hack it out.”

“Not virgin skin anymore.” Brock smirks while showing off his half-sleeve, making all the guys crack up. It’s like watching a bitch turn 18 getting her first rose.

“Alright, alright.” I laugh while trying to get their attention again. “Let’s get our shit together. I’m going to go deal with Evan. We’re heading out in two hours. I want to scope some shit out before Cyrus comes with Storm.”

I leave the guys to it as I head back upstairs to my woman, knowing the conversation we’re about to have isn’t going to be easy.

So much for Daddy getting her to relax.

Chapter Forty-Two

EVAN

Usually, I have no problem lying around like a potato with Hades. Staying in bed all day and watching TV is our favorite pastime. However, it’s hard as fuck to do when you know the man that was probably going to hurt you and tried to steal your business from you is just two floors down.

And then there are all the what-ifs.

What if I’d have been home that night he broke in? What if the guys wouldn’t have been there earlier? Would he have killed me? I’m so zoned out with my spiraling thoughts that I don’t even hear Cain come back into the room. It isn’t until I feel Hades doing his violent, happy booty wiggle on the bed that I’m pulled from my thoughts.

“True crime still?” Cain smiles while petting Hades and looking at the TV. “You don’t think you’ve experienced enough crime lately?”

“True crime documentaries are comforting. The narrator’s voice is so soothing that it can put me to sleep,” I explain. And I’m not lying. There’s something so comforting about the deep level of his voice that it just kind of lures you in. Then, the next thing you know, you wake up, and it’s 5 a.m., and the show is still playing. “How did it go with the guys?”

Cain lets out a long sigh before sitting on the bed next to me. That feeling of dread that was in my stomach earlier sinks deeper. “It went as expected. We have some stuff to do tonight. I want you to stay here. Levi will be with you.”

“Where are you going?” I don’t like that he’s not telling me the full story. I understand that I’m not allowed to know everything that goes on with the club. Club business and all that shit. I get it. I really do. What I have a problem with is being left in the dark with something that directly involves me.

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