Page 21 of Cain
Chapter Nine
Cain
Walking downstairs and seeing Emma with the girls, Amy running around the backyard playing, I feel a sense of contentment I haven’t ever had. I never imagined I would want this. I thought I’d be like Old Colt and banging club girls when I’m sixty.
Emma turns my way and smiles when she sees me. I would do anything for that girl.
Logan meets me at the bottom of the steps, and the look on his face tells me he has something to tell me. We have been friends since we were born. Half the time I’m pretty sure we could have an entire conversation without saying a word. “Dom tracked that truck back to its owner.”
“Let’s head to the office.” I walk past him, not wanting Emma to hear what’s going on right now. I want to shield her from as much of this shit as I can. She’s already had to deal with so much pain from this asshole I’ll protect her from any of it that I can.
Dom is in the office when we get there. “So the truck was tracked back to a Cheryl Dona. She died about three years ago in a fire.”
I sit down on the couch. “So what does that mean for me? Is there any connection at all?”
"Not that I found yet." Dom tosses a folder in front of me. "She's got no connection to Emma or this town. I even went through family members and none of them have any ties either. Maybe he bought it and never changed the plates. There aren't any sales records for it since she bought it ten years ago."
“We have to figure this shit out.” I look over at Logan to see if he has anything he can add.
“What do you want me to say, brother? I want this asshole for coming after Ana too. I can’t pull information out of my fucking ass. Whoever he is, he’s good.” He runs his hand over his face. “Dom tried to get prints off the note. There was nothing. The cameras we can pull from the daycare show no one that we can count as suspicious coming in or out. The girl at the desk said they found the note on the floor and assumed someone has dropped it.”
“He’s covering his tracks and making us look like fucking idiots.” I stand up, needing to fucking hit something. I slam my fist into the wall, the drywall buckling under it, leaving a big dent in Logan’s wall.
Logan looks over at me pissed. “Why does everyone punch the fucking walls? We have a damn heavy bag in the next room! I’m not even fixing shit in here anymore.”
Dom and I start laughing because Logan has had to patch a hole in almost every damn spot on the wall.
“Emma wants to spend some time at her place, so I’m going to head over there with her in a little bit. Call me if anything else pops up. Also call our contact at the PD and see if they can keep an eye out for that damn truck.” I walk over to Dom. “Thanks for this shit.”
“Anytime, brother.”
I walk out into the main room and find Emma. “You still want to go to your place?”
“Yea, I mean all our stuff is there, so it’s easier. If that’s okay?” She looks at me almost apprehensively.
“Whatever you want, babe.” I take her hand and she see that my knuckles are red. Emma looks up at me, a question in her eye. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing.”
“Okay, let me go get Amy and we can meet you at the truck.” She rises up and kisses me before walking away.
“You are so totally screwed,” Allison says as she looks at me.
“Oh yea? You jealous?” I give her a wink.
“Ew, no.” She scrunches up her face and I laugh. “You picked a good one, though, so at least there’s that.”
I look out toward the backyard and see Emma chasing after Amy. “I sure as hell did.”
The girls meet me out front and we head over to Emma’s apartment. I used to love this building because it’s great when you’re single and don’t want to worry about having an entire house to keep up with, especially since I used to spend most of my time at the club anyway. Now that I’m with Emma, though, all I can think about is having a house where I could come home to her and Amy, a big backyard to hang out in. I wonder if that’s something she wants too or if she wants the amount of space they have now.
“Cain!” Emma yells my name from the bedroom and I can hear the fear in her voice. I run and stop in the doorway. Her bed sheets are shredded to fucking pieces. There is a black rose in the middle of the bed and what looks like blood splashed all over the sheets. I shut the door before Amy decides to walk in.
“Don’t touch anything, babe. Get out of here and help Amy pack a bag. I’m taking you guys back to the clubhouse.”
She doesn’t answer me and doesn’t move.
“Emma, please, I know you’re scared, but I need you to go pack Amy a bag.” She nods and I pull her against me, her tiny frame shaking. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
Pulling out my phone, I call Logan.
