Chapter 24

Chapter Twenty-Four

Brendan

L íadan appears a bit more well rested today, but I am watching her closely. She never has dizzy spells, is rarely sick, and has a relatively strong disposition. The fact that she practically swooned just standing at her father's viewing made me want to take her to the doctor immediately.

She wouldn't appreciate that though, so I reined in my possessive caveman bullshit just for her.

We're leaving the reading of Seán O'Brien's last will and testament, and it was overwhelming to say the least. The bastard left everything to her, along with a key to the family tomb where he supposedly left something for her.

"Why can't he do things like a normal person?" she mumbles as I help her into the car. I was tired of taking public transportation, so I picked up my car after scanning and checking it for explosive devices.

Paranoia keeps us both alive.

It also gave me a chance to check on our home, and I have to say it's a total loss outside of the basement. That floor is absolutely pristine, with only a slight scent of smoke. It's amazing what good construction can do.

I have a feeling Lía knows how bad it is, because she hasn't asked about the house, and I'm not bringing it up.

Today is going to be a lot emotionally, so I'm going to let it go. Lía is beginning to allow herself to feel more, which means she's healing, but she also has to work harder to hide it all, because she's supposed to be the impenetrable mafia boss. Reaching over to her in the car, I lay my hand on her thigh as I drive.

Turning to look at me, she smiles weakly at me. "I'm okay," she murmurs.

Does Lía seem pale today? Holding back my growl is a major feat, but I manage it just the same.

"No lying," I grunt as I maneuver through the streets toward the cemetery. The lawyer wanted to meet just before the funeral, despite traffic on a Saturday afternoon. There's some kind of event happening, which means there are too many damn people on the roads.

"Okay, so it's a small lie," she sighs. "Maybe I need coffee or something. Or a vacation."

While the sun is obnoxiously shining, there's a brisk chill in the air. We ditched the winter gear for long-sleeves and boots, but Chicago's weather is unpredictable as usual.

"I think a vacation sounds wonderful," I admit. "I don't think I've ever had one before. Whenever I've gone out of town, it's always been for work shit. We should go somewhere warm… where the weather doesn't do whatever the fuck it wants."

Smirking, she looks out the window, her fingers curling through mine.

"I told Mickey yesterday that I don't want to stay in Chicago," she says, lost in thought. "He asked me if I really wanted to lead the family. I don't think anyone outside of you and Jordan have ever asked me what I wanted. It's always pretty much been expected of me."

Taking a deep breath, I nod, waiting for her to continue. I'll follow her wherever she wants to go.

"I need to be involved in the organization's inner workings to know that it's not getting fucked up," she explains. "After the funeral, Mickey and people we trust are going to go to each of the family members' homes and residences to clear it of their human pets. I know some of them brought them to Chicago and some are using rentals, but it would be catastrophic if someone found them instead of us. We have people who are also flying to Ireland for those who didn't travel with them. God, I feel like I can't blow everything up and then leave, you know?"

"You need to know how everything works out," I murmur. "I grew up in this life, continuing in it doesn't bother me. Plus, running a sex club the way you want to together will be a lot of fun."

Lía glances at me in time to catch my wink. Her smile becomes real as she nods.

"So once things are a little more relaxed, we'll start looking for a place to live. It has to be in the United States so we can keep a closer eye on things, but we can always take our first vacation out of the country," she says. "I just don't want to be close enough that they can have me running in to put out fires."

"Whoever you put in charge of overseeing shit should be able to handle it," I agree. "I suggest talking to Mickey to see who he thinks should do it. He isn't always in town because of work. Even multiple people changing hands would work."

"Yes," she says. "It's such a big project. I'm a little overwhelmed, which means I'm trying to keep swimming. If I don't stop moving, I'll be fine."

"You also need rest," I growl, unable to hold it back this time.

"If the funeral service isn't a complete shit show, and I don't find anything in the family tomb, then I promise to take a nap," she says.

It was decided that instead of Seán being buried in his own gravesite, that it would be easier to bury him in the family vault. The funeral service will be held outside of it, and then later, the gravesite workers will inter him in the vault.

The key Lía has is to some kind of special drawer inside of it. Seán is a dramatic fucker, even in death.

"I'm going to hold you to that," I grumble, turning into the cemetery and its gates. Lía's small, bratty snort makes me shake my head at her as I continue the slow ascent through the cemetery to where the O'Brien plot is.

Parking, I turn off the vehicle and get out to walk around it to open Lía's door. Before Jordan, I'd gotten sloppy about not doing little things like this. She's so damn independent, it's hard to remember that while she doesn't need me to do it, I should anyway.

The family is old fashioned enough that no one will think she's weak because I opened a door or pulled out her chair.

Getting out slowly, Lía takes a slow breath once she's standing. She moves well after that, her eyes clear until she slips her sunglasses over her forest-green eyes, effectively hiding them as I shut the door after her.

Offering my arm because the ground is still wet from the melted snow, I lock the vehicle as we begin to walk toward the group of men and women in black.

Lía is wearing a black pencil skirt today with a wickedly high slit, flat boots because of the slick ground, and a scooped-neck black sweater. She looks beautiful and timeless.

I can see how everyone attempts to pass judgment on what she's wearing, but no one can. Her hair is up in a mass of curls, giving a youthful look to the severity of the outfit. All in all, she's perfect.

Once she's seated, I prowl the area to make sure there wasn't anyone hiding to take a shot at us. I even managed to scare a woman who was tending to her husband's gravesite. She took one look at the gun in my hand and ran off, leaving the watering can by Harold's grave.

Not one of my finer moments, but her grumbling about the "goddamned mafia men" made me chuckle.

The priest drones on as he talks about Seán and how great of a man he was. A few people stand in the front of his casket to speak, but Lía specifically asked not to be on the list. He was terrible enough to her in life, and while not everyone knows that, no one judges her for not speaking. They simply think she's overcome with grief.

Instead, they all come up and offer their condolences before they walk away to their cars, and Carmila Wright asks to have lunch soon with her. Lía murmurs her agreement, even though I know that she probably won't.

Everyone kisses her ass in one way or another as they leave until we're finally alone in the cemetery. There are no other services around us, so it's unnaturally silent.

"I'll be right back," she says, wrinkling her nose as she pushes the sunglasses up into her hair. "It was suggested that I check the contents of the drawer alone, and you already made sure there was no one inside."

I did. I checked the vaults while I went on my walk around the area. To be fair, it was before I scared the shit out of that little old woman. I still make a face at her because I don't want her to go alone.

"I have my knife, and my pins," she reminds me. "If I'm not back in fifteen minutes, come find me."

"Make it five," I mutter, folding my arms as I watch her roll her eyes and nod, moving away.

I watch for any signs that she's not feeling well, but her strides are strong and sure. I doubt I'll ever not worry about her.

Líadan

I just want to get in and out of here, and maybe take a second for some deep breathing exercises. I've been ‘on' for so long, I just need a break. Cracking open the vault door, my nose wrinkles at the scent of grave dust and decaying bodies.

There's the slight fragrance of roses as well, but it almost makes it worse. Pressing my hand against my stomach as it complains that it's hungry of all things, I shake my head as I enter.

Looking around, I notice a small alcove where a large vase of flowers sits. Dismissing it, my boots are almost soundless as I walk inside. I can't see where the key I have in my hand would go to, making me wonder if this is one last trick my father planned.

My head is yanked back by my hair all of a sudden before I'm shoved into the cold marble wall. Opening my mouth to scream, a hand clamps over my mouth and I inhale the scent I associate with Jordan, even as my hand reaches for my knife.

It's a comforting smell, but the bastard doesn't get to manhandle me and not regret it. Dick.

"Fuck, Princess, I forgot. It's me. I'm sorry," he says as I press the blade of my knife against his groin.

Releasing me, he steps back as I turn, my knife still in my hand.

"Why are you here?" I ask.

"I could ask the same of you," he says with a smirk. "You won't find anything in here, by the way. I may have forged my own little something into the will."

"God, you're such a dick," I mutter, shaking my head. "I could be in bed napping by now."

His brows draw down as he takes me in, stepping forward to telegraph his actions as he holds my chin, tilting up to gaze at me.

"Are you sick?" he growls.

The brat in me wants to growl back, even though I left him. I want to tell Jordan I'm sorry, but those words don't cross my tongue lightly.

"No," I say. "I'm fine."

His hazel eyes darken as his lips twitch in displeasure. "I don't want your words if you're going to lie, Princess. I'd much rather fuck your mouth raw."

My eyes widen as I gaze up at him. I've missed him, and my sleep has been shitty without him beside me. The audacity of Jordan fucking Miles knows no bounds, and yet I press my thighs together, because I can recognize a challenge when I see one. I am going to have to buy new tights soon.

I keep ruining them.

"Are you going to make me?" I rasp, biting my lip.

His smirk is so goddamn smug, my legs want to sag from the weight of it. I know whatever happens will be electric and incredible, but I'm a brat and a fighter. It's not in me to give in easily.

"Oh baby, the things I want to do to you should be illegal in so many states," he murmurs, his hand heavy as it moves to my shoulder, shoving me to my knees.

The concrete ground is freezing as I stick my tongue out at him, thrown into full brat mode. Jordan opens his dark chinos up, pulling out his pierced cock, and dropping it on my tongue, making me flinch in shock. The slightly salty taste of him makes me moan.

Right there and then, I admit to myself and him that I've missed him.

"I shouldn't have left," I admit, eyes wide before his hand is fisting in my hair, pulling it against the crown of his cock until I open wide.

"No, you shouldn't have," he grunts, thrusting hard down my throat. His thick and hard cock demands that I swallow around him, forcing me to relax as I gag slightly around him.

"You left me without a single word, and I should be able tell you how I feel about that."

Jordan gives me more than a mouthful as he fucks my throat, tears running down my cheeks as I suck his cock.

"I'm not fucking useless, little girl," he groans, my nose flush against his pelvis. "You let me in, you made me love you, and then you threw me away!"

Jordan is screaming at me as my tears turn into sobs, because he's right. I did, I didn't know he loved me, but I did walk away.

"Jordan, Jesus, what the fuck," Brendan roars as he walks in.

Jordan's chest is heaving as he pulls his cock out of my mouth and I shake my head.

"You're right," I gasp, blinking hard. "I'm so sorry. I didn't want to hurt you, and I did it anyway."

Picking me up, his lips slam on mine and my leg wraps around his hip while the other dangles, because of how tight my skirt fucking is. My knife only drops from my fingers now, showing Brendan that if Jordan was hurting me, I would have done something about it.

Jordan pulls my other leg free of my skirt, and then I'm wrapping myself around him.

"I can handle myself just fine," he grunts, almost crashing our bodies into the wall. Fuck me. My back stings a bit, but not enough to lessen the heat of the moment. My moan is the only thing that is keeping Brendan from tearing Jordan off me as he rocks his cock over my tights-covered pussy. "Fuck, you're soaked."

Brendan's heavy footsteps sound through the vault before his hand reaches between the two of us. Jordan's gasp of surprise clues me in that he purposefully dragged his fingers over Jordan's cock before his knuckle drags over my overheated pussy.

"Do you want Jordan's cock, milseán ?" he asks, ripping the crotch out of my tights before he gets an answer.

"Yes," I squeal as Brendan's thick fingers push into my needy cunt, and Jordan pulls my sweater down to my waist.

"This bra feels sacrilegious," he grunts, shoving the cups down, so he can suck and bite my breasts. The fact that we're in my family's crypt about to fuck means nothing to Jordan or Brendan as they push me closer to an orgasm.

My fingers claw at Jordan's shoulders, careful to avoid his back. If he feels well enough to fuck me against the wall, I'm certainly not going to ask if he's sure or not. As he said, that's what got us into this situation to begin with.

Jordan can make his own decisions. If that includes making me see stars, then so be it.

"God, she's strangling my fingers," Brendan groans, curling his fingers inside of me.

"So goddamn perfect," Jordan agrees, licking up my throat. My chest is heaving, a heavy flush crawling up my body. "No more running, beautiful. You're well and truly caught, though I'm not done punishing you yet. Come for us."

My eyes roll as I detonate, his chuckle telling me how much he enjoys it when I obey him. I can't help how my body reacts to him, and he and Brendan work me over incredibly well.

"She's all yours," Brendan murmurs, pulling his fingers from me.

"No, I think the term you're looking for is ‘ours,'" Jordan says, grabbing his hair to kiss his lips. "I need some help to punish her pretty, pink cunt. Want to help?"

Turning his head, Brendan's eyes ask me what I want.

"Yes," I gasp, answering his wordless question. "I want this. Fuck me."

"Want us to stretch you wide with our cocks?" Brendan asks. "It'll hurt, baby."

"I deserve it," I whimper, desperate for more.

Jordan's shrewd gaze meets mine, eyes narrowing. "You deserve to tell my cock how much you miss me, baby. You do not deserve for me to hurt you," he murmurs. "I will not let you allow me to abuse you because of my bruised ego."

"He'll come deep in your pussy with me instead, to claim you all over again," Brendan chuckles.

"Fucking right I will," Jordan says with a smirk.

Reaching down, Brendan rips my tights completely off me down to my boots, making me gasp. The cool air greets me as he moves to lean against the wall, releasing his cock.

"This skirt has kept my cock hard all day, " he says.

Jordan moves me until I'm laying back in Brendan's arms, and his cock is at my entrance, making me gasp as his piercing lights up my nerve endings. Jordan thrusts hard up into my pussy, making my breasts bounce each time, until he's firmly seated inside of me.

"My turn," Brendan murmurs, pressing his cock against my already stretched pussy. "Relax, baby."

Writhing in his arms, I mewl as he pushes his way into my pussy. It burns a bit as he thrusts his hips to stretch me even wider.

"Oh fuck, oh God," I moan, flinching in surprise when Jordan's thumb finds my clit.

"You're taking us so well, Princess. I can feel Jordan's smooth cock running against me and it feels so good," he moans. "You're so incredible."

"It hurts," I admit. "I feel so full."

"I wish I was a better person and could tell you that we can stop. I would if you really wanted me too," he moans, kissing my pulse point in my neck. "Fuck me, do you want to tap out?"

I almost want to say yes as Brendan makes his way even further inside of me, but I'm not a quitter. I fucked up. I deserve this. I would even let him fuck my ass without lube at this point. Anything to make this right.

"Jordan," I moan. "God."

"I'll be your God, Líadan," he mutters. "I'll worship you, love you, and give you what you need."

The stretch starts to turn into pleasure as I get used to it. The words are on the tip of my tongue, but I don't want to be accused of saying them in the heat of the moment.

"I need you," I say instead, lifting my lips to his. I need the connection, more skin on skin contact, more fucking. I love the spark of pain with my pleasure, and I feel as if I'm being pulled apart, even as I ride the razor's edge.

It's intense, beautiful, and I need to feel it all. It means my dumb choice doesn't mean I've lost Jordan, because he's here. He's not detached, he's hurt. If he's hurting, it means he still cares and I can fix things.

I'm not the best with people, as my job has always been to kill them. The nuances of relationships are sometimes lost on me, since most of mine have hurt me in one form or another.

Brendan has always been by my side, but he lets a lot of my bullshit slide. Jordan, instead, forces me to face them.

The thrusting of two cocks inside of my pussy grows from careful, to fucking me with abandon. It feels so good, I'm screaming without being fully aware that I am. It's messy, sexy, and as broken as I am.

The sound of flesh slapping flesh is one of the only things I can hear in the vault amidst deep groans and screams. As a huge orgasm builds and crashes over me, the feeling is intense and all consuming.

"So damn good," Jordan murmurs, kissing up my throat. My bra is pulled down still, my sweater is down to my waist, and they're both worshiping me. "Don't leave me again. I promise I'm good enough for you."

"I left because you're too good," I confess, whining as his piercing thrusts deep inside of me. "It would kill me if you got hurt."

"Have you missed me, Princess?" Jordan asks, smugness clear in his voice.

"I have trouble sleeping," I confess, shrieking as he pinches my clit. I nearly black out as I come, and Brendan sucks hard on my neck, making me whine.

"You toss and turn, baby," he says. "Be my good little whore and beg Jordan to stay the night with us."

"Spend the night?" I ask, moaning as my thighs start to tremble. My core clenches, desperate for attention and cum. "Please, I need it. I'm sorry, Jordan. I was wrong."

"So wrong," he grunts as his cock twitches inside of me. Brendan curses under his breath because he can feel it too, but I'm too far gone to see the irony that he's being as well tortured right now as I am.

"Come stay with me. This is my show, baby."

As Jordan and Brendan hold me tightly between them and Jordan rubs my clit, the only thing I can say as they push me over the edge is, "Yes!"

Gasping as I shudder, I bask in the warmth of having their bodies against me. This is what I need. I can't fuck up again. Breathing hard, I cup Jordan's face as he lifts it from being buried in my neck. His skin is flushed from exertion, his eyes glazed over in pleasure.

"Jor?" I say softly, waiting as he blinks to focus on me. It's kind of adorable. This is the state of a man who just fucked me hard and is completely satisfied. Family burial vault or not, the sex was incredible. We've never had a problem in this department.

It's the talking part that I suck at.

"Yeah, Princess," he breathes, leaning his forehead against mine as I play with his hair.

"I love you," I say, biting my lip. "I really do. I know I'm fucked up and broken?—"

"You're perfect," he growls, his eyes gazing into mine. Swallowing hard, I force myself to stay grounded in their embrace.

"It was so much," I whisper. "I felt guilty for wanting you and now…"

"What, Princess?" he rumbles. Brendan buries his face in my neck as he slowly pulls his cock out of my pussy, making me shudder and Jordan kisses my forehead. I feel safe, cherished, and loved.

"I'm keeping you," I breathe. "I hope you don't have any second thoughts, because I'm not against tying you to my bed."

"If I knew we just had to bang it out, I'd have done it sooner," Jordan says with a wicked grin. "Also, please don't tempt me, beautiful. Nothing sounds better than being tied to the bed while you ride me and Brendan fucks my mouth. I don't submit easily, but that's something I'd sign up for."

My chuckle turns into a moan as he slowly pulls out of me as well, and the rush of cum from both of them spills out of me. Ugh.

Pulling something out of his pocket, he puts his cock back into pants as he drops to the floor.

"What are you… oh fuck!" I gasp as he presses something into my pussy. It almost feels like a tampon, but it works if it means I won't be leaking all down my legs. Next, something cool cleans up my thighs, and Jordan is smirking as he stands.

Brendan chuckles as he helps me pull my skirt down, my legs now bare since he destroyed my tights. It was for a good cause, though, so I'm not even a little mad. Making sure I'm steady on my feet, he smirks at me as he moves in front of me.

"I wouldn't have thought to bring a pussy plug. That's genius," Brendan murmurs.

I swear if they high five over my plugged pussy, I'm going to stab someone. Fuck, where is my knife anyway?

Bending over, Brendan picks up my knife, handing it to me so I can slip it back into my thigh holster. Surprisingly, that's the only thing that survived our sexcapades. My pussy feels deliciously sore, and I'll probably be walking a bit funny.

"You're both going to tag team against me now, aren't you?" I grumble just as my stomach loudly does too.

"I'm not going to answer that until we get some food into you," Jordan says wisely, picking up the key I didn't realize that I'd dropped. "We shouldn't leave this behind, it's the extra key to the rental."

Brendan snorts and I roll my eyes as I walk out of the building with them following me. Fuck, I really am hungry.