LOGINNicole flopped back into her leather chair and crossed her arms tightly over her chest. "Dad."Cain leaned his frame against the edge of his oak desk. The lamp on the corner threw hard shadows across his face, making him look even more intimidating than usual."What?" he growled out, his posture entirely unyielding."You realize Logan was being annoying on purpose," she muttered, rolling her eyes.Cain reeled on her so fast even I jumped. "I don't give a rat's ass, Nicole."The room went dead silent. His voice never rose. It didn't have to."You damaged the president's son's motorcycle," he stated flatly, his dark eyes narrowing into slits.Nicole opened her mouth to defend herself.Cain cut her off immediately with a sharp gesture. "You ran.""Dad..." she pleaded."You ran," he repeated, his jaw tightening until a muscle ticked violently under his skin. "Do you have any idea how bad this could've gotten?"Nicole's shoulders stiffened against the leather cushions. "It wasn't that seri
As I stepped inside the office, the heavy lock sliding into place felt final, cutting off the rowdy noise of the cage room entirely. Nicole dropped hard into one of the leather chairs across from Cain's desk and immediately started fidgeting. Her fingers tapped frantically against the armrest while her knee bounced.She looked absolutely everywhere except at Cain.Cain remained standing, and that single choice somehow made the atmosphere ten times worse. The wide oak desk sat between them like a tactical battlefield. I stayed near the door, my spine pressed flat against the wood frame.The small room smelled faintly of worn leather, black coffee, and industrial motor oil.A single desk lamp cast a warm glow across messy stacks of paperwork and club ledgers.Nobody spoke a single word, and the silence stretched out thin between their frames."I said I was sorry," Nicole finally cracked first under the heavy weight of the quiet.Cain stared down at her. He wasn't angry, and he wasn't ye
The drive from and back to Cagers was suffocating. It wasn't a peaceful quiet, and it damn sure wasn't a comfortable quiet. The crushing atmosphere made every single shift of leather on the seats unnaturally loud.Cain drove, his hands locked tightly at ten and two.I sat rigid in the passenger seat, my breathing shallow.Nicole sat in the back seat, and for once in her reckless life, my best friend looked genuinely nervous. The marina faded completely into the background while the town rolled past in jagged streaks of neon signs and yellow streetlights. The black ocean sat dead beyond the storefronts, completely hidden beneath drifting sheets of thick coastal fog.Nobody spoke a single word. At least not for the first five minutes of the torture. Then Nicole made the absolute mistake of trying to break the ice."I said I was sorry," she muttered, her voice cracking slightly against the glass window.Cain's hands tightened visibly around the leather steering wheel. That was his entire
My grip tightened around my phone, my imagination already racing ahead of Nicole's words."Nicole, what's going on?" I demanded, pressing my free hand against the sticky bar rail. "Are you okay?"A rustle came through the speaker. Wind. Footsteps, then her voice. "Yeah, but I'm an idiot, Em," she breathed.Before I could answer, Cain appeared beside me. His massive frame completely blocked the neon glare from the fight cage, his presence instantly trapping the air inside my lungs."Speaker," he commanded, his posture turning rigid.I looked up, my pulse stumbling at his sudden proximity. "What?"His expression didn't change. Not even a little bit. "Put her on speaker," he ordered flatly.The command landed low and firm. It wasn't angry, and it damn sure wasn't negotiable; pure dad mode.I sighed and tapped the glass screen. Immediately, Nicole's frantic voice filled the narrow space behind the bar counter."Wait," she sounded horrified. "Is my dad there?""Yes," Cain answered flatly.
Cain shoved past Maddox, his leather cut dragging along the drywall. Tess slammed a fresh case of beer onto the counter, her knuckles stark white against the cardboard. The bar well felt suffocatingly narrow as the box hit with a hollow, heavy thud."Stay behind the bar," she snapped, her eyes locked on the front door.I stared out into the crowd Cain had just disappeared into. "People keep saying that to me like I’m known for looking for trouble."Knox stepped up on my other side, his amber whiskey sloshing in his hand. "You literally work in a Cagers bar.""Fair," I muttered, my voice tight.The music still blared over the speakers, and the announcer tried to keep the crowd's attention, but the atmosphere had already curdled into pure poison.Somewhere near the betting tables, a man laughed too loudly. The sound cut off instantly when three unfamiliar men walked through the front entrance.They wore dark cuts, heavy boots, and the kind of expressions men carried when they were looki
The second Knox left the stock room, I considered throwing a heavy glass bottle directly at his head. It wouldn't have been a full bottle since I wasn't trying to commit an actual felony in my own workplace. I just wanted to make a solid point about respect.Unfortunately, Cain looked entirely too amused by my sudden rage, which wasn't helping my remaining sanity."Don’t," he instructed quietly, his voice a low rumble.I pointed a finger toward the closed door. "I wasn’t going to."One dark eyebrow lifted in response to my lie.I let out a heavy sigh, dropping my hand to my side. "Fine. Maybe a little."That confession earned another one of those rare laughs from his chest. They were the real ones that completely changed his entire face, melting the hardened exterior of the club leader.God, that expression should've been illegal. The rich sound settled somewhere deep within my core, making itself entirely comfortable, and way the hell too dangerous.The crowded stock room suddenly fe
The problem with Cain Daniels was that he lingered. It wasn't physical, that would’ve been easier. No, Cain lingered in the heat still trapped beneath my skin hours later. In the memory of his voice dropping low when he told me to stay behind the bar. In the look on his face after calling me a good
Cain stepped in with terrifying patience. He let Rico swing once. Twice. Each miss fueled the bigger man’s frustration. Then Cain dug a left hook into Rico’s ribs. Rico folded. Two more shots followed. They were compact; clinical and Brutal and drove Rico back until his back was against the chain-l
The table went entirely quiet. Just for half a second. Then Reaper barked out a laugh. It was loud enough to turn heads at the neighboring tables.“Hell. Cain hired a mean one,” he shouted to his friends as he slapped the table.I picked up the cash and slid it safely into my apron pocket. “No. Cai
EmeryThe next night, the cage room felt even more dangerous.Tess glanced up from stocking liquor bottles behind the bar when I came in wearing the fitted black Cagers shirt she’d tossed at me earlier.“Well,” she muttered, dragging her eyes over me once. “That’s gonna be a problem.”I frowned sli







