Page 58 of Ink

“Yup. I think those pieces of shit are testing to see how far they can push us.”

I grunt in agreement as Hash enters the office and sits down next to me.

“This about what I think it is?” Hash asks. Cain shoots him a look as he slams the stapler down again. “It’s about what I think it is,” he mumbles.

“Why would the Black Diamonds want to mess around with somethin’ this fuckin’ stupid?” I ask.

Cain rubs his hand across his out and down the sides of his beard. “Don’t know, but it’s pissing me off. The only thing I can think of is they’re trying to prove themselves inside their own organization. No one likes to look like a pussy in front of their club, even if it is deserved.”

“I can’t fucking stand them,” Hash grumbles.

“What do you want us to do if it’s short?”

“Come back. I’m not going to let you two go after them without someone at your back. They’re probably banking on that happening. Easier to take two out when they have more waiting. I just want to know what we’re dealing with.”

Hash and I both nod our heads.

God, I fucking hope it’s all there, plus what’s owed. The last thing I want to do is deal with these fuck heads again. They’re a giant pain in the ass.

“You’ll be good going?” Cain asks again.

“Yeah. She’s not my girl. Let me get her situated with Evan and I’ll be ready to ride out.”

Cain snorts, a knowing smirk taking over his face. “Not your girl, but you need to get her situated. Right?”

“You’re so fucked, brother.” Hash laughs as he slaps me on the back.

I can’t say shit back because I’m starting to think he’s right.

I’m fucked.

After the meeting with Cain and Hash, I find Sutton in my room with her bags spread out on the bed with her rearranging and packing up the few things she had taken out.

Standing in the doorway, I lean against the frame. “Goin’ somewhere?”

Sutton jumps and turns around quickly, bringing a hand to rest over her racing heart. She looks like a scared kitten.

I don’t like the sight of her packing her bags.

“You scared the crap out of me,” she exclaims, blowing out air as she looks up at the ceiling.

I scared the crap out of her.

Not shit.

Crap.

She’s too fucking cute.

“Goin’ somewhere?” I ask again, this time stepping into the room.

Sutton turns back to her packing before she answers. “Evan is letting me stay at her place until I can get back on my feet and find a place.”

“You two got it all worked out, then?”

“Yeah. Evan is super nice. Honestly, I was a little scared to talk to her on my own. She’s kind of… intimidating. I’m excited to see her house and get out of your hair.”

“You’re not in the way of anything. I told you that you can stay here for as long as you want.”