The Wrath of Cain (The Syndicate, #1)(4)

“Hi, sir,” I manage to squeak out, much to his amusement.

“There ain’t no sir around here, girl,” he laughs.

“And I’m not too pleased about you marrying my boy, either. But what the f*ck am I gonna do about it? You’ll soon find out for yourself that a prissy ass little bitch like you isn’t cut out to be an old lady to a Sinner.”

He eyes me up and down.

“You are a pretty little thing, though. Look a lot like your mother, and thank Christ for that.”

I know what he means, but I’m too damn scared to say anything. He’s talking about my dad… screw his ass! He may be Cain’s father, but he’s a f*cking prick.

“Jed, be nice to the poor girl,” Darcy warns him, smacking his arm.

He merely gives her a ‘don’t f*ck with me’ look.

“Just get her the hell out of here.”

He waves us off, then slaps Darcy on her ass. She lets out a little yelp, but bends and kisses him on his mouth. He pulls her in closer, one hand grabbing her boobs and the other a handful of ass. When he lifts his face from hers, his patronizing stare cuts through my brave fa?ade, sizing me up to see if I can handle the kind of shit that goes on around here.

I can tell by the way he looks at me that he can smell my fear. I know all about the women; people f*cking and sucking each other off in the corners. At parties. In their rooms here at the compound. I also know something this snarly bastard doesn’t know. His son wants nothing to do with this. He wants to go to college and be a cop. And he wants to be with me.

I have failed this part though, only because I have been caught off guard. Bound and determined not to let him get to me, I follow Darcy as she walks around his desk and toward the door.

“Come on, let’s go find your husband and have some girl time. Leave this grumpy ass to deal with the shit that his boy is all grown up and in love,” she says cheerily.

“I like you,” I say as she takes me outside and points me in the direction of their house, which is directly behind the compound.

“I like you, too. Sorry about that back there,” she adds, jerking her thumb towards the office.

“He’s pissed at Cain. The two of them go at each other’s throats all the time. But a piece of advice.”

She stops and places her hands on my shoulders.

“Stand by your man. Don’t ask any questions, and do your own thing. We’re a club; we all work outside of here. Have our own families. We’re not like some of the other clubs who deal drugs, guns, and all that stuff. We’re just a group of people who like to ride, party, and have fun. The men who are married don’t cheat on their old ladies. The ones that don’t have an old lady can do whatever the hell they want, with whomever they want. Oh, and one more thing… stay away from Emerald Jefferson.”

“Who?”

The name vaguely rings a bell. I know I’ve heard that name somewhere before. More than likely from Cain.

“She’s Jed’s VP Monty’s daughter, and she is a little bitch. She’s been after Cain for years.”

“Oh,” I say, a little shocked.

I know if Cain had mentioned her to me, I would definitely remember. I’ve really never been the jealous type. Cain has never given me a reason.

“Good to know, and thanks again.”

I wave and watch her walk back the way she came.

I practically sprint across the yard to the house. Excited to finally be alone with Cain, I jog up the porch steps. Do I knock or just go in? I choose to just go in and let him know I am here. I head straight up the stairs, where he’s told me his bedroom is, and tap lightly on his closed door. No answer. I twist the knob slowly, with visions of him lying in bed waiting for me.

Gently I push it open, my excitement bursting from within me. Then, my eyes go wide and my heart drops to the f*cking floor because my husband is in his bed. But not with me, his wife.

“Cain!” I scream.

She turns around, her long, blond hair swinging right along with her. Her fake boobs getting groped by his hands. A crude smile flashes across her face as she sees me watching her glide up and down on my HUSBAND’S DICK!

“Calla!”

I just look at him, confused, hurt, and angry, and run. Not once do I look back.





Chapter One


Six Years Later




Six years. Seventy-two months. Two thousand and ninety-one days and way too many damn minutes it’s been since my feet have stepped on American soil.

And here I am sitting in my Mercedes coupe shaking like a bitch while I wait in line to cross over the Canadian border into Michigan.

What was supposed to be the best day of my life all those years ago drove me here when on my wedding night I found my husband f*cking another woman in his bed. Not just any woman either, she was the one I was warned about by Cain’s stepmom moments before I went into his house and caught him. Stupid whoring club slut.

Nice, wouldn’t you say? I was young and na?ve like my mom said when I told her we eloped to get married. I wasn’t smart enough back then to realize I had been set up to walk in and find him with some skank riding him.

My mind went blank and I drove across the border to Canada and never once came back. I threw my phone in the river and ended up in a bed and breakfast just outside of Windsor, Canada.