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The tone of his voice gives me pause, and I decide not to press. I do as I'm told and climb on behind him. I want to tell him about Leon Velasco, but maybe now is not the right time. I make a mental note to tell him later, once he's cooled down

By the time we arrive at the bar, Cain is still visibly pissed. He continues to say nothing as I follow him inside. The bar is mostly empty aside from a group of older men sitting at a round top at the far corner.

''Cain,'' I try again, and he still ignores me as he makes his way into the back. I follow him into what looks like a stock room. When we enter, I call his name once more. ''Cain?'' His silence makes me nervous, and I begin to worry his reaction to Leon will not be pleasant with each passing second. ''Look, is this about Leon Velasco? Because I have no plans to represent him again. I'll tell him I no longer work with Thomas's firm. I have no intention of taking those sorts of cases in the future. Also, he's been...''

My words are cut off by Cain's mouth crashing down on mine. He backs us up until he has my body pressed against the wall and his hand wrapped around my neck. His grip is firm but not tight and surprisingly, it doesn't scare me.

''You won't be sayin' shit to Velasco,'' he grits his nostrils flaring. ''What Velasco wants has nothing to do with your professional services.''

I go to open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out because what the hell am I supposed to say? During the time I represented him, Leon Velasco made several passes at me and has been sending flowers every week for months. I knew he was interested but no way in hell would I go there with a man like him. I guess Cain knows of Leon's agenda too. Now I'm more curious about their conversation.

''Oh,'' I say.

''Yeah, and needless to say, Velasco didn't take too kindly to the fact that you are my woman. But if he's smart, he will heed my warning about stayin' away from you,'' he informs me.

Suddenly the conversation I had with London about what kind of man Cain is and what sort of things the club does come rushing back. ''Uh, what kind of warning, Cain?''

''The kind that lets motherfuckers like Leon Velasco know I will bring a world of hurt down on his ass if he so much as looks in my woman's direction.''

''Wh…what kind of hurt?''

''Don't ask me a question like that, Promise, unless you are prepared for the answer.''

''Does that threat involve something illegal?'' I ask.

Cain doesn't hesitate to lay it all out. ''The club doesn't run shit as we did in the past. But the club does what it has to do to protect the ones we care about. Sometimes our way of doing those things may be frowned upon by the law. The Kings are tight with the law here in New Orleans because we help keep the streets clean, so that means the law sometimes overlooks some of the things we do.''

I blink up at him. ''Okay.''

''Okay?'' he asks, his hand still around my throat only now his thumb is gently rubbing my pulse.

''Yeah, Cain. Okay.''

Cain searches my eyes. ''Does what I said scare you, Sugar? Do you understand what livin' in my world will be like?''

''Nothing about you scares me, Cain,'' I tell him truthfully.

''Fuck you're perfect,'' he says just before claiming my mouth.

It doesn't take long for our kiss to become heated. The next thing I know my hand slips down between us, and I'm undoing his belt. Sliding the zipper to his jeans down, I wrap my hand around his cock.

''Fuck,'' he grunts, spinning me around to face the wall. The next thing I know, my shorts and panties are ripped down my legs. A second later, Cain thrusts his cock inside me, and I scream. ''Ahh!''

Each thrust is powerful, I have no choice but to brace my palms against the wall, taking what he gives me. ''Oh, God. Don't stop.''

''Never,'' he growls. ''This pussy, these tits,'' Cain palms my breasts over my t-shirt, ''these lips,'' he kisses me. ''All belong to me.'' Hearing Cain says those words does something to me and my pussy clamps down around his cock.

''Fuck, yeah. You like knowing you belong to me, don't you?''

''Yes! I scream through my orgasm as Cain continues to pump in and out of me.

''Fuck, your pussy is stranglin' my dick,'' he grunts through one final thrust before he buries himself in me completely, filling me with his release.

Cain stays inside me while resting his head against my shoulder as we both catch our breath. Finally, he speaks ''I love the thought of you spendin' the rest of the night with my cum inside your sweet pussy.''

I wasn't expecting him to say that, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it too.

It's near midnight,and I'm sitting at the bar with Tequila while Cain tends to the customers. I try to focus on what Tequila is saying but my attention is on the woman sitting three stools down. The blonde is wearing a top cut so low her boobs are practically spilling out onto the bar as she leans over talking to Cain. Cain is doing his best to ignore the skank while he tends to the other patrons but that seems to only make the woman try harder.

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