Page 2 of Cain
Chapter One
Cain
“I get where you’re coming from, just make sure we cover our ass through all this shit.” I look over at Logan as he nods.
Growing up in the club everyone knew we would end up officers someday. For Logan, everyone assumed it would be his older brother, Carter, but when the time came for their dad to step down, Carter didn't want it. Logan jumped at the chance and named me his Sergeant At Arms. Our dads still try to give us shit like we're kids, but we have the club running like a well-oiled fucking machine.
“I’m going to head home. The early run this morning fucking killed me. See you tomorrow, brother.” I walk out of the office and through the main room. There is a party tonight, but hell, there is a party every night here.
"Hey, Cain," Trixie says as her hand grasps my wrist. "How about we head up to your room?"
"Not tonight. Go find someone else." I pull my wrist from her and keep walking toward the door. She's a good time when I'm bored, but lately, she's been too fucking clingy. All the officers have rooms upstairs away from the brothers’ rooms, but I also have an apartment. Sometimes it's nice to just get out of here a little. Plus, the more I hang around, the more the club girls are going to swarm. They all have this deluded fucking idea that one of us will fall in love with them and make them an old lady.
Fuck. That. Shit.
Not only do I not want an old lady but when I get one, she sure as fuck wouldn’t have ridden every other dick in the club.
I hop onto my bike and give the prospect a nod as I pull out of the compound. My apartment building is only about ten minutes away, close enough in case I need to get to the club in a hurry, far enough that I can get away when I want to. Walking into the building, I check my mailbox, but it's empty as usual. I take the elevator up to my floor. When I step out, something catches my eye. A guy in a black hoodie is closing the door to the apartment near the stairs. His hood is pulled up, and it seems like something might be covering his face.
I know the woman in that apartment. Quiet, pretty, always smiling, and she has a little girl who is always bopping around with some doll in her arms.
I should go to my apartment and mind my own goddamn business. For some reason, I can't get my feet to turn around. I start walking toward the door and when I go to knock the door opens a little. Before I can even say anything, I hear the muffled sound of crying.
Fuck.
“Hey, just checking to make sure—” My voice catches in my throat when I see her.
The happy woman who always greets me with a smile is on the floor huddled against the couch completely naked. Her knees are drawn up to her chest. Her face is tear stained and red like she’s been hit. Even from fifteen feet away I can see her entire body shaking.
I close the door and grab a blanket off the couch, placing it over her. I kneel down in front of her. “Are you okay? I’m going to call nine-one-one.”
"No!" she screams, and her face twists in fear.
"What do you mean no? Whoever the asshole who did something to you is needs to fucking pay." I reach into my pocket for my phone, but her hand grabs me tight.
“You can’t. I can’t.” She is crying so hard each word seems forced. “He’ll—”
"Mommy?" a tiny voice fills the large room, and I see her daughter standing there. She's rubbing her eyes and gripping a raggedy looking teddy bear.
I look at the terrified woman in front of me. I can’t let her daughter see her like this. “Well, hey there, beautiful. What are you doing up?”
"I thought I heard something. Is Mommy okay?" She starts to walk toward us, but I stand up and move to where she is before she can get far.
“She’s okay, she just stubbed her toe really hard and yelled when it happened. Thinking that’s what you heard.” The little girl looks from me to where her mom is in front of the couch. “Hey, how about we get you a drink of water and you can show me your room?”
A huge smile breaks out across her face. “I’m Amelia. My friends call me Amy.”
I grab a bottle of water off the case that is on the table. “Well, my name is Cain. Can I call you Amy?”
She arches an eyebrow at me like she’s considering my request. “I haven’t decided yet.” Amy laughs before running down the hallway.
I follow her, knowing I need her to get back to bed and stay away from her mom right now. Walking into the bedroom, it looks like every little girl’s dream room. There are unicorns, rainbows, and princesses everywhere. "Well, this has to be one of the coolest bedrooms ever."
Amy laugh as she climbs into bed. “Good night Cain.”
“Good night, Miss Amelia.” I close her door and walk out into the living room.
Walking over to the couch, I look down at her. "Your little girl is back in bed, and I doubt she had any idea anything was wrong. If you expect me not to call the cops, you need to start talking. Let's start with your name. If you didn't catch mine, it's Cain." I notice her clothes on the floor and pick them up to hand them to her, except they’re cut in half.
