Cane's Dominance (Devils Riot MC: Originals Book 9)

back. We see any of your twatwaffles dealin’ or whorin’, I’ll personally send them to the grave,” Stoney growls and turns to leave without listening to the asshole yelling out anymore of his minuscule threats about us being sorry for what’s to come.
Go ahead and let him try.
I’ll be waiting. Ready to take the fucker out at a moment’s notice.
Outside Stoney looks to me. “You sure about this? She worth the headache we’re about to face?” he asks making sure I know what I’m doing.
“Parker doesn’t have anything to do with her brother. You saw the report about what happened to her. She’s a victim at his hands, yet refuses the help of those around her. The woman has been dealing with this man controlling her for long enough, she does everything in her power to keep it from not only affecting her daughter but to keep from doing anything she doesn’t want to do. Hell, Parker could have easily been trying to push Chigger’s drugs but refused instead giving him all her money. So yeah, Prez, I say she’s worth it and more,” I mutter as I meet his gaze.
“Then we protect her.” He nods.
There you go. By Stoney simply taking in my words and respecting my choice shows why we all respect him as our Prez. He may not be perfect and fucks up himself but who doesn’t.
Prez isn’t a man who plays around for shits and giggles. He’s a ruthless bastard when he wants to be, especially after what Rachel and he went through. I don’t blame him either. He doesn’t want anything like what happen with them to be repeated. It was hell for not only him but for the rest of my brothers when we thought Rachel wouldn’t make it.
So, if that means we go to war with Parker’s brother then so fuckin’ be it. That little fucker isn’t getting his grimy hands on my woman.
“Nerd, when we get back to the clubhouse, I want you to see what you can dig up on Chigger that we don’t already know. Cane, I want you to question your woman. See if maybe she knows anything different,” Stoney commands.
“I’m on it, Prez,” I mutter with a nod as I swing a leg over the back of my motorcycle so that I’m straddling my beauty. I’ve had this particular bike from the time I was sixteen. It’s one of the five I now own.
Besides working for the club doing my part in it all, I invested in a company a friend of mine, Laura, wanted to open. I gave her the money she needed and I can’t complain. It’s made me a mint. She now has two boutiques open where she sells her hand-crafted jewelry as well as some other things. She tries to stick with local area products, but she does get somethings imported from other places. Such as, I’ve convinced Laura to work with Storm, she’s the daughter of one of our brothers from the Tennessee charter. She’s also got some killer shit she creates.
Starting my bike, I kick up the kickstand as my brothers do the same. Together we all head in the direction of the clubhouse. My mind wanders to the woman who will be waiting in my room. The very same woman who will have earned my hand against her ass for not listening to me. It’s time she learned a few things.

Chapter Five
Parker
Please, please, please tell me this isn’t happening to me. Tell me that I’m just having a bad dream and that I’ll wake up and everything will go back to my living nightmare.
I didn’t ask for anyone to step in to fight my battles for me. I would have found a way to escape my brother’s demands. At least I hope I would have been able to. Then the damn men from the Devil’s Riot had to intervene.
Why oh why couldn’t they just leave it when I told Tracker and Cane I didn’t need their help?
Exhausted and in a strange room, I’m doing everything I can in my power to stay awake to confront Cane as this is his room. Strange of all things, after the prospect brought me in here, a few moments later, a woman named Raven steps in and sets up a playpen for me. Once she was done, she turned to me with a smile. “I know you are confused right now, but please know you are safe here and he’ll do everything in his power to protect you. You two are made to be one. In time you’ll come to understand.”
I’m still playing her words through my mind as I lie on the bed facing the playpen my daughter now slept in. She was exhausted herself and passed right out when I covered her up. I’m sure it wouldn’t have been so easy if she didn’t have ‘Raffe clutched in her tiny fist. She takes that giraffe everywhere she goes.
Sighing, I close my eyes but before I can drift off to sleep, I hear the door open. Heart racing, I sit up with wide eyes to see Cane, whose eyes catch on mine as he steps into the dim room. Piper’s scared of the dark so I also keep a dim light on to keep the monsters at bay for her.
“Wh–What are you doing in here?” I ask with a whisper, not wanting to wake my daughter up once again.
Cane’s gaze goes from holding mine to glancing over at Piper. I refuse to acknowledge the butterflies in my stomach as his eyes soften as he takes in her sleeping form. Bringing his gaze back to mine, he prowls, I mean literally prowls as if he were a lion stalking its prey, in my direction. At the foot of the bed, he toes off his boots, and climbs into the bed where he proceeds to climb over top of me.
“You didn’t listen to me,” he rasps.
Oh my.
I could get lost in his