Page 37 of Cavaliere

“Button up and grab your shit. We’re going home,” Matteo calls over his shoulder as he walks out of the breakroom.

“What the fuck are you doing coming out of my breakroom?” I hear Cain ask.

Oh, god.

Can this day get any worse? The last thing I want to deal with when I’m horny as hell is two men throwing their dicks around.

“Don’t worry about it,” I hear Matteo reply.

“Are you fucking with me?” Cain asks, his voice getting slightly lower.

“No, he’s not fucking with you,” I say as I finally come out of the breakroom with my stuff.

“What the fuck?” Cain rushes out, mouth open in shock. His eyes dart between Matteo and me, everything slowly clicking into place. “My office. Now.”

Matteo dramatically sighs as he grabs my hand, practically dragging me behind him as he follows Cain. Matteo pulls out a chair for me to sit in before he takes a seat in the one next to mine.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Matteo?” Cain asks as he rounds his desk, pointing at me. “This is the Wren you had me find?”

I whip my head around to look at Matteo, but his hard gaze is focused on Cain. What does he mean he looked into me?

“How many Wrens do you know?”

“Well, I don’t fucking know! One, I guess,” Cain says as he starts pacing. “Wait.” He stops to look at Matteo again. “You knew it was my Wren the whole time, didn’t you? And you didn’t say anything?”

“She’s mine,” Matteo growls.

“Did I strike a nerve?” Cain smirks, loving that he’s getting under his skin.

A rumble erupts from Matteo’s chest, making my hand dart out on instinct, squeezing his thigh reassuringly. Cain doesn’t miss the movement.

“I can’t believe you didn’t feel that you could come to me with everything that has been going on,” Cain says to me, looking a little hurt at the thought. “Instead, you went to this fucker.”

“In my defense, I only found out who he was a week ago. This is my first day back!”

“Yeah, first day back from getting your shit rocked. I—” Cain pauses to point at himself, “I should have known about it as soon as it happened.”

“I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to bother you.” The last thing I wanted to be was a burden to someone else.

“Bother me?” Okay, now he looks offended. “You would never be a bother. You’re part of the DD family. You know that. And you know that comes along with being protected by the club. So yeah, you should have fucking told me. I’m going to fucking kill him.”

“He’s mine,” Matteo growls, drawing Cain’s attention back to him.

Ugh.

“What is Wren to you?” Cain asks in a tone that says Matteo better answer correctly.

“I don’t owe you a fucking explanation.” Matteo doesn’t even flinch under Cain’s hard gaze, which I’ve seen make some men throw up.

“Ignore him. I’m not his, okay? He’s just feeling guilty for dragging me into all of this shit,” I say as I lean back in my seat, trying to break up the tension but failing miserably.

“Say that one more time, and you’re not going to come for a month,” Matteo growls at me.

“Okay.” Cain throws his hands up with a disgusted look on his face. “Now I know how Scotch felt. Get the fuck out of my office. You and I will talk later,” Cain says, looking Matteo dead in the eyes.

Matteo gives Cain a slight nod before grabbing my hand and practically ripping me out of my seat. “Let’s go.”

My steps falter slightly as he drags me out of the office and toward the back door at the end of the hallway.