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I just finish pouring a drink as Scotch enters my office. “Sit the fuck down and start explaining this shit.”

Scotch lets out a long sigh as he reclines back in the old leather chair in front of my desk. “Evan and I go way back. I met her in one of my foster homes, and we just clicked. She’s the closest thing to family I have, and in my eyes, she’s my sister. She’s the only person I can count on outside of the club.”

“Why have you never mentioned her before?” I can’t lie and say that I don’t feel slightly put off by this. I don’t like being blindsided like that. I’ve known Scotch for over a decade. Even when we were in the Army, I didn’t hear shit about someone named Evan.

“Because I didn’t think she needed to be brought up. She hasn’t had an easy start in life, and Evan just likes to keep to herself. Now if you’re done riding my ass, can I explain how I think she can help us out?”

My eyes narrow at his tone. “Watch it.”

“No offense, Prez. I’m just protective of her. As I was saying, keeping to herself means Evan hates people, so obviously, she would hate having a job with others.” My eyebrow arches for him to continue. “She grows.”

Well, I wasn’t expecting him to say that. She looked like she would be a tattoo artist or some shit with all of her ink and black and purple hair. Hair I wouldn’t mind seeing covering my thighs while she’s sucking my cock. “On what scale? Are we talking ‘I just want to grow enough to cover what I smoke,’ or are we talking a ‘moving product’ level?”

“She’s moving it. I usually go with her when she drops it to her guy,” Scotch admits.

Are you fucking kidding me? Not sharing every time you piss, I get. Not sharing every time you fuck a club slut, I get. But if you’re part of this club and you’re helping out with random drops on the side, I think that’s something I should know. “Again, why is this the first time I’m hearing about this?”

Scotch runs his hands roughly down his face as he sighs. “I don’t know. I don’t want to bullshit an answer because I don’t have one. I just didn’t think I needed to tell anyone about her.”

“You didn’t think that you being directly involved in these drops couldn’t possibly blow back on the club?”

“I didn’t think past just helping my sister out.”

My eyes haven’t left his as I search for any signs of doubt. Satisfied with not finding any, I say, “Don’t let it happen again.” I wait for his nod before pushing out of my chair. He knows this is the only chance he gets with me letting something like this slide.

“Let’s go have a chat with Ms. Evan.”

Chapter Five

EVAN

I can’t help but stand here still with my mouth hanging open like an idiot because he really just walked back out.

I’ve met a lot of rude and disrespectful people in my life, but he’s working his way up to the top of that list. I’m going to rip Zeke a new asshole for making me come here when he damn well could have just come to my house and talked about whatever he claimed he couldn’t say over the phone. I’ll be damned if I help out if the rest are assholes like that one. Hot as fuck or not.

Taking a seat at the bar, I look around a little more. I bet this place has some wild parties. I was never that girl. I got shitfaced once at a party in high school with a girl named Molly, who I thought was my friend at the time. I was trying to impress some stupid guy on the football team I thought I was in love with at the time. You know, that stupid baby love where you think they’re going to make everything all better? Jokes on me though, because halfway into the party, I ended up catching him with this tongue down Molly’s throat. I locked myself in the bathroom and called Zeke crying to come and get me. Learned my lesson with that one. Girls will never be your real friends. All it is in the end is one big fucking competition that you don’t even realize you’re competing in until your heart is ripped out of your chest and stomped on.

The same door that the asshole came through opens again, only this time he has Zeke in tow. My eyes find his, looking for any indication of what is about to happen, but all I see is reassurance. But reassurance for what?

“Hey, Ev,” Zeke greets me as he approaches me with open arms.

“Hi, Zeke,” I reply, sliding off the barstool I was perched on to wrap my arms around him.

A throat clears behind Zeke as we pull away, and I come face-to-face with the asshole again. “Let’s head into my office, Evan, and we can discuss why Scotch asked you down here.”

He doesn’t even wait for my reply before he’s already walking back through that fucking door. I take a few deep breaths to calm myself down before I follow. The dickishness makes me want to stab him in the eye. I sure as fuck don’t like being ordered around, unless it’s in the bedroom.

“Take a seat.” The asshole motions to the chairs in front of his desk that he’s already sitting behind. Zeke takes the chair beside mine as I angle myself so I can look at both of them, waiting for someone to explain why I’m even fucking here.

“Scotch has told me you may be able to help us out of the bind our club has found ourselves in,” the asshole says as he looks me over, almost like he can’t quite believe he’s saying this to me.

“Scotch?” I let out a laugh while looking over at Zeke. He isn’t laughing. Oh, it’s like that? Okay, then. No jokes about his little nickname. “What kind of bind?” I’m one hundred percent not in the business of helping random guys out of binds. Zeke alone? Sure. But a whole fucking MC? No way.

“First, I need to know if what Scotch says about you being trustworthy is true. Our club doesn’t hurt women, but if you double-cross us or fuck up in any way, we’ll make you fucking pay for it. Got me?”

I jerk back as if he slapped me. “Got you? I don’t know you, dude. And I sure as hell never agreed to do you any favors. I think Zeke, or Scotch, or whatever the fuck you guys call him, left a few key details out when he called me asking to help him out. I was under the impression this was just about him alone.”

Something moved behind the asshole's eyes. Surprise with a little admiration? It’s gone as fast as it came. “Fair enough.”

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