Page 8 of Cain

But now that I think about it, when was the last time I was even with someone?

Too fucking long ago, and that isn’t like me. Like I said yesterday, I need to get fucking laid.

Scotch would lose his ever-loving fucking mind if he knew where I just was. If he knew the dirty thoughts that ran through my head when I saw her in those tattered leggings. It made me want to touch what little milky skin was visible and see just how close that hole would let me get to her warm, wet heat. And I fucking knew she was wet. She thinks I missed that little thigh rub, but I didn’t. The kitten was just trying to ease its ache. Doesn’t she know that only Daddy can do that?

She can act like she hates me all she wants. She can’t take back what I saw.

I park my bike just outside of DD’s, short for Dirty Devils, and I’m relieved to see that Scotch’s bike isn’t here. Not that I owe that fucker any explanation. I just don’t like lying and omitting is in the same family when it comes to my brothers. I’d lose my shit if I found out one of them was doing this.

“Hey, Prez,” Delaney greets me from behind the bar as I walk past and head toward my office. “You want your usual?”

I bought this place for the club as soon as I started it. Knowing we needed a way to funnel some of the cash, I figured a bar was an easy way to do just that. Delaney has been here since we opened. So far, she’s been the only bartender who’s been able to put up with us, seeing as she hasn’t left. She isn’t a club slut and is otherwise off-limits. “Please, and thanks, babe.” It’s the calm before the storm in here right now. The evenings are always fucking packed, but the hours before are usually pretty quiet.

I just begin going through the books that Ink, our club’s treasurer, sent over when Delaney pops in with my three fingers of Jameson. “Hey, Delaney,” I call, stopping her on the way out.

“Yeah?” She looks back over her shoulder.

“Have you ever heard Scotch talk about anyone named Evan?”

Now leaning against the doorframe, she focuses completely on me. “Not that I can remember. Why?”

“You know that’s club business, babe. If you hear anything, let me know.” Dismissing her, I grab my whiskey and take a long sip before getting back to work. I exhale as I feel the burn hit my throat. Damn that first sip always hits just right. I must have lost track of time because the next thing I know, a pissed-off Scotch is busting in through my door without fucking knocking. “Can I fucking help you?”

“You just had to fucking go over there, didn’t you? How did you even know where she lived? I told you I would keep an eye on her!” Scotch yells.

My face hardens at the same time Scotch must remember who the fuck he’s talking to. I wave my hand condescendingly toward the seat across from me. He doesn’t say a word as he slouches down in the chair. Tension is thick and heavy in the air.

“You got it checked?” I wait for his tight head nod before I continue, “I’m not going to apologize for what you think is overstepping on this. I get that you view Evan as your sister, and this is more personal to you, but the bottom line is this is fucking club business. I needed to see with my own two fucking eyes that this girl is legit as you claim she is. It’s not that I don’t trust you. I do. You’re my brother, and I wouldn’t have made you my head enforcer if I didn’t think you’d always have my back. But I have a lot of lives on the line, man.”

A tense silence settles over us, neither one wanting to break eye contact first.

“I get it.” Scotch finally gives in. “I don’t have to like it, but I get it. She doesn’t come before the club for me, but she also doesn’t come after. You get me?”

“Yeah, I get you.” I’d be just as, if not more, protective of her than he is right now, and I’m not looking into what that means right now. “If it makes you feel any better, I apologized for being a dick to her yesterday.”

Scotch’s eyes instantly narrow. “Never in my life have I seen you fucking apologize to someone. Why her…. Oh, you mother fucker. No. Fuck no.” Scotch crosses his arms across his chest. “Evan is fucking off limits. Especially to your ass.”

“According to Evan, I’m silver fox material.” I smirk as Scotch lets out a growl.

“If you fuck with her, brother or not, I’m coming for your ass. Evan isn’t a club girl,” Scotch growls out.

“Doesn’t mean she can’t be a willing participant,” I retort, knowing just how to get under his skin as he storms out of my office.

I’m sure he can hear me laughing my ass off as he walks down the hall.

But what he doesn’t know is that I have a feeling when it comes to Evan, I would be one step ahead of Scotch, ready to kill the motherfucker that had the balls to even touch her.

And well, we’re just not going to dive into that thought either.

Chapter Eleven

EVAN

I haven’t been able to focus since my little run-in with Cain earlier. It’s like I can’t think around that man. He makes my brain turn to mush, and I get so fucking mad at the same time, making me flustered. Which is bad. Very, very bad.

“Come on, Hades, babe. Let’s head inside. Mama is hungry,” I say as I start to head up to the house. Feeling my phone vibrate, I pull it out to see a text from Zeke.

Zeke: Hey. You around so we can talk about what went down yesterday?

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