Page 57 of The Samaritan

“No.” He could hear Drake’s steps following behind him as he threw open the door, sending it flying into the building wall. His aim was focused on her place, mainly the gravel spot next to her unit where she parked her car. Empty.

“Cade, hold up, what’s going on?”

Cade jerked his body around. “She’s fucking gone.”

Drake glanced over to the unit and twisted his lips. “I take it she didn’t tell you where she was going?” He raised his eyebrows.

Caden balled his fists and tightened his chest. His teeth grinded together so hard he felt a sharp pain in his molars. It didn’t stop him from continuing to grind them together.

“Calm down, man.” Drake spread his hands in front of him. His gaze jerked over his shoulder, and he lifted his chin. “Trax, man, you see Riss?”

Caden couldn’t even pull his stare from Drake.

“Yeah, after lunch, maybe one. Kase told her to get outta here.”

Caden’s attention was off Drake and pinned on Trax standing behind him texting on his phone. Trax was one of the lesser intimidating of the brothers. While he was tatted like the rest, he was younger, in his late twenties, he didn’t carry as much baggage as the rest. As he recalled from the few visits he made to the clubhouse, Trax was a favorite among the club whores. Of course, that was long before Cheyenne ever came on the scene. Often underestimated by others, but Caden had known him since he joined. No one fucked with Trax, and if they did, it was quickly regretted. He could hold his own, and when pushed, he was a brutal motherfucker.

“Where’d she go?”

“Don’t know. She took off right after she talked to Kase.”

“Where is he?” Caden breathed heavily.

Trax eyed him and then lifted his chin. “Warehouse.”

Caden stomped back past Drake. From the crunching gravel, he knew both men were following behind, but neither said a word. He ripped open the door and glanced around the room, finding Kase in the corner of the room talking with Rourke and Gage.

“What did you say to her?” Caden walked to Kase, not slowing as he got closer.

“Who?”

Caden stopped inches from his brother. “Rissa. What the fuck did you say?”

Kase’s lip curled, and he raised his brows. “Told her to find somewhere else to be.”

“Where’d she go?’

“How the fuck should I know, I ain’t the one fucking her.” He smirked. “But then again, from what I hear, you ain’t gonna be pounding that pussy any time soon.”

The blood rose from his chest to his face in a burning heat. Caden’s heart beat with a steady harsh pound. Drake had a big fucking mouth.

“Way to go, Romeo.”

It wasn’t often Caden got the first strike, but Kase was either getting older with slower reflexes, or he was the one underestimating his brother. Caden balled his fist and struck hard against Kase’s chin, knocking him back in a swift jerk.

“Shit.”

Caden heard the voices around him, but it did nothing to slow him down. When Kase turned back, he struck again, his fist colliding against his nose and his body heaving into him. Caden jammed his shoulder into his brother’s chest, sending them both to the pavement and knocking into a tool rack. The sharp blow to Caden’s ribs had him gasping for breath as the pain trickled down to his abdomen. Motherfucker and his hard blows. Kase had a mean punch. Caden fell back and jolted his head back when Kase’s fist connected to his chin.

He could hear the scrambling of boots and the cursing shouts spread across the warehouse. He ambled to his side, balling his fist and landing another blow to Kase’s temple as he lunged toward him.

“Fuckers fighting over pussy, is that what you two bitches are doing?” Rourke hooked his thick arm over Caden’s chest and pulled him back from Kase. If not for Trax mirroring the same hold on his brother, Kase would have taken another shot. Drake stepped between the foursome, spreading out his arms.

“Calm the fuck down.”

Kase snorted and spit out a wad of blood inches from Caden’s foot. “Tell him to calm down. I didn’t start shit.”

“Brother,” Rourke said. It was uncommon for any brother of a club to call out another brother, especially a president, but Rourke had been around for years and knew them both. If anything, Rourke was fair.

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