“So, you’re the one who cuffed my brother up,” one of them said. “Respect.”
“So, you’re the one who saved both our lives tonight,” I shot back. “Respect.”
There was no denying the family resemblance between Caymen and his brother. Both were tall with dark hair and eyes. Caymen was bulkier than his brother, though, and a wider jaw, the beard, and a more brooding brow. Dixon had a sharper jaw, gray lashes, and a lightness about him that said he smiled often.
They were both gorgeous, even if I was a little more partial to Caymen personally.
His age was doing some heavy lifting there. Dixon seemed quite a bit younger than his brother. By maybe a decade.
“Dixon,” he introduced himself, nodding. “Cider.”
It took a few beats.
Honestly, I might not have thought anything of the name at all if there wasn’t a strange pregnant pause in the room, like everyone was waiting for my reaction.
Only then did it click.
Dixon Cider.
Dicks inside her.
My head whipped over to Caymen, putting his name together too.
“Oh, come on,” I said with a shocked laugh.
“Yeah, our parents were something else. This is Noa,” he introduced me to the crowd.
“Lane,” I finished for him.
“Noa,” a hulking man greeted me. “I’m Huck.”
The president.
He was handsome too, with his square jaw and quiet authority.
But then again, all of them were.
Their ages varied, with them sort of separating themselves by it, whether they were aware of it or not. I figured it was just the cliques that came from the first members of the club and the newer guys.
“The president.”
“Yeah. Heard about the shooting. Glad you didn’t get hit. Or run off the road.”
“Because you need me to find the shipment.”
“That’s part of it, yeah.”
“I’m working on it. I could probably be making progress right now if someone didn’t insist I needed to come here and talk to you.”
“About working together,” Caymen clarified.
“I like to work alone.”
“Yeah, get that, babe, but you were almost arrested, shot, and hit by a car tonight. Think maybe it’s alright to admit you need some help on this one.” He wasn’t wrong. As much as I hated that.
“I don’t mind an extra set of eyes or hands or two, but I need everyone to stay out of my way on this.”
“Look, no one here is trying to take over for you. It’d be stupid to. You know more about this situation than we do.”
