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situation without realizing it, but he would never put her in a situation like that again. Maybe that was why he had never been into the party scene with the club, or the coke the guys did on occasion. Getting drunk was the extent of his partying.
    He lifted his beer and thought about the day he had brought his little girl into his home for good. Cain hadn’t been a horrible father, seeing her when time allowed, and he wasn’t busy with the club, but he had also not been Dad of the Year. It was hard handling a daughter full-time when he had only been in her life off and on. The transition had been hard for both of them, but then Fallina had grown attached to him, become his best friend, and he couldn’t think of her not in his life. She might be an adult now, but she was still his little girl, and always would be.
    “Hey,” a club girl said and came up to sit beside him.
    “Not interested, honey,” he said with a bland voice. He wouldn’t be an asshole, but if she was like some of the pussy around her and was adamant on getting him off he’d have to put her ass in her place. He felt her gaze on him, and he looked at her.
    “Excuse me? I’m not here offering to spread my legs for you.” She looked tired, had a tray full of beer bottles, and exhaled roughly.
    “No? That would be a first with a sweet-butt in the club.”
    “I’m not one of those,” she said a little annoyed, and Cain couldn’t help but chuckle.
    They didn’t speak for a few seconds, and that was fine with him because he wasn’t in the mood for small talk.
    “I heard you were locked up, and just got out?” she asked, and he clenched his jaw. Cain wasn’t all about talking about his personal shit with strangers, least of all women that hung out at the club.
    “Not going there with you,” he said, kept his focus straight ahead.
    “Sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it. Just making small talk.”
    He glanced over at her. She sounded sincere, but he didn’t give a shit one way or another. He had just finished killing that piece of shit rapist, had Violet on the mind because he wanted to bring all of this up to her, and talking about his personal business with this random chick was not an area he was going to fucking go.
    She exhaled again, and then asked the prospect for a few more beers. The club was popping with activity, celebrating the newest member, and all Cain could think about was being with Violet right now. He had seen Fallina since he had been out, held her and told her things would be okay. She was living her life well, though, and he was so fucking proud of her for that.
    But Violet was a whole other ballgame, because he’d avoided her like the damn plague, trying to get his thoughts in order, and his affairs straight. While the prospect was busy filling her drink orders, Cain watched as the girl scrubbed a hand over her light brown hair.
    “You sound just as tired as I do,” Cain said, and finished off his beer. He was just in a bad place right now in his life, and he’d snapped at this woman who clearly had taken offense at being called easy pussy. He had to respect the hell out of that.
    She looked at him, and her blue eyes were exceptionally bright. “It’s just been one of those days.” She glanced behind her when the guys laughed loudly. “I’m Jana by the way,” she said, but kept her focus on Tuck.
    She was young as hell, maybe only twenty-one, but in her eyes she looked older, like she had experienced a rough life. Cain had never understood the appeal of women wanting to become sweet-butts, to just give up their pussy when a club member snapped their fingers. Maybe it was the dominant in him that said fuck that shit, that he’d never submit to a person like that. It wasn’t lost on him that Jana was focused pretty damn hard on Tuck, one of the older, original members. The man with the wicked scar across his jugular had a club girl on his lap, a joint between his lips, and was watching two girls make out. Cain