Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Líadan

" N ot that that wasn't hot as fuck, milseán , but would you like to tell me what that was about?" Brendan asks, amused as he drives us home.

"Umm, I'm trying to figure it out," I mutter. "I know him."

"How? That man isn't from Chicago, and I don't know how you'd possibly know him," he says, confused.

"He was in the market in the park a few years ago," I say, taking a breath. "His niece was pregnant and he was looking for a sweet treat to bring her. We kind of bonded over my favorite donuts. I never willingly strike up a conversation with people, but he bumped into me. I thought he was sweet, handsome even. God, this is so messed up."

"No, it's not," my best friend says, shaking his head. I love that he never makes me feel as if what I want is odd or fucked up. His cum is still leaking from my pussy, and my body is still shaking from how hard I orgasmed, so I'm feeling a little raw at the moment.

Blowing out a breath, I look down at the mask I have in my lap. We both removed them once we felt it was safe.

"I don't think I've ever heard you say you felt a connection with anyone other than me," Brendan reminds me. "I don't blame you, either. Jordan is gorgeous. You'd never be able to tell that he's in his early fifties."

"Fifties?" I squeak, eyes wide. "How do you even know that?"

"I had a full portfolio made up on him," he explains. "I haven't read it all yet, but Jordan seems to be a pit bull in the music industry. He works for a label that represents various really popular artists."

"He mentioned that his niece is a musician," I remember. "Except, the one that he talked about the day we first met was pregnant."

"Layla is the name of the niece who was at the bar in Vermont," he says. "We'll go through the information that was sent to me. Layla is also a musician and singer. She was singing at O'Malley's during their open mic night. That place is a fucking dive. I don't have a clue why she'd be there."

"It sounds like living on the wild side didn't turn out the way she expected," I say. "Mila and her brothers are a step up from gangsters. Daddy is always cleaning up their messes. It's why they're in Vermont. He sent them out there a few years ago I believe."

Just because I'm removed from my family's lives doesn't mean I stopped paying attention. I want to know what they're doing. My life is isolated, yet being in the know could be dangerous for me. They're all fucking vipers. I want to know their weaknesses and strengths for the day I overthrow the entire system.

I won't promise to live a life on the right side of the law, that's pretty extreme in my opinion.

"Eh, I think there's a lot of reasons she could have been there," Brendan says with a shrug. "The security cameras clocked her as arriving with some other men. I heard the girl sing: she sounded like she was trying to prove something."

"The niece he told me about is Lennon," I murmur, pulling out nuggets of information I learned when I looked up the band. "That's not who he's protecting now, though. Why do I think it's incredibly sexy that he's such a good uncle? I shouldn't feel like this."

"There's no rules when it comes to who you're attracted to," Brendan says, smirking. "You can't be who we are and put limits on connection. I've never seen you look at a cock that isn't mine before and express interest. Baby, that's a big deal. He's going to be living in our home, so it's important to talk about this."

"This is a terrible idea," I mutter. "I recognized him immediately. I was so surprised. Usually I don't care who I'm doling out torture to, but this was different. Don't you think he'll recognize me?"

"You're hard to forget, so I think he will," he says, lips twitching in amusement. "Your dad wants Jordan to monitor the family and his enemies. He's apparently a decent hacker, and the only reason he was caught is because he tripped a secret alarm in the system that Skyler put in."

"Ugh, I'm too old to be dickmitized by a pretty cock," I groan, covering my face. I can feel Brendan laughing at me. His shoulders are shaking as he does a terrible job of holding it in. "Why aren't you more upset about this?"

"Jordan does have a gorgeous cock, and I came so hard I almost blacked out when I watched him lose himself to your touch," Brendan says honestly, tugging away my hands from my face.

"I'm not upset because I can see the attraction. I want to be a part of it. I adore you, but my wanting a man isn't going to make me love you any less."

Swallowing hard, I bite my lip as I think about that. Brendan calmly continues driving us home, as if what he just said wasn't a little bit crazy.

"If things were different, I would hate it if it was another girl," I tell him. "Isn't that hypocritical?

"No, because you're the only woman I'll ever want," he says. "His cum tasted amazing, and I wanted to feed it to you, but no one can know who you are. That's the only reason I didn't. Lía, you're going to need to talk to him and explain some things if he's living at our house."

"I hate being an adult," I grumble. "Did you see how he reacted to the wand? How is it possible that he got off on that?"

"How is it possible that I regularly use my knife to get you off?" he counters. "Lía we don't kink shame and you know it. The number of times you've come on the handle of my knife and my cock will not be named. I can only imagine how hot he'd be between us."

Squeezing my thighs together, I whimper just for him. Brendan links his fingers in mine as he shrugs.

"Life is too damn short to give a fuck about what others think. This could all be short lived," he says. "Let's just see where it goes. I want you to know that I'm just as interested in him too."

Squeezing his hand, I nod as I accept that I have to wait. My secret will only be safe if I can convince Jordan to keep it. There may be times where he's around other people and he can't let it slip.

I'm not ready to be unmasked as the family's worst nightmare yet.

Jordan

My head hurts when I wake up from one of the most intense orgasms of my life. The brat electrocuted me! Fuck, if she were mine, I'd spank her ass red and then edge her for hours. While I've seen her body and watched her orgasm, I don't know what she looks like though.

The questions haven't lessened either while I've been here. Why does she cover her face and why is she called the Banshee?

My lips twist in amusement as I glance down and see that someone pulled my boxer briefs back over my hips and put my cock away. So kind of them.

I lost track of time as I attempted to doze. I have to pee, I want a shower, and my entire body is being affected by really painful pins and needles from hanging up here. Gah, I'm a whiny bitch.

Finally, the door opens to the room, and a large man walks in. His almost colorless eyes appear soulless as he gazes at me, his muscles shifting as he comes closer. My heart starts to pound as I wait to see why he's here.

I've been hanging for so long, I doubt I have many defensive moves when my limbs are either numb or on fire.

"I fucking hate grunt work," the man grumbles as he releases both chains. The action makes my body crash to the ground, though I swallow back my cry of alarm. Fuck, that hurt.

Unwinding the chains from my body, he hauls me up, muttering to himself the entire time. It's amazing what people will tell you when they think you're half out of it.

"The boss could have sent Brendan or Cormac to pick you up, but no. They're both in meetings with the boss, so I have the pleasure of being your fucking taxi," he mutters.

"If you're the taxi, you may want to let me use the restroom before I piss all over you," I say, unable to keep my mouth shut.

Expecting him to hit me, I'm unsurprised when he launches my body across the room for shits and giggles. Sadly enough, the wall does not offer any cushion, and now my bladder is screaming at me.

Getting up feels too hard at the moment, my muscles trembling from the exertion of however long I've been hanging from the chains.

Has it been two days? Three? Fuck if I know. It's a miracle I haven't pissed myself yet.

As if feeling better now that he's had his temper tantrum, the man lifts me off the ground and practically drags me out of the room.

"Ugh, you smell," he complains as he walks quickly.

"Is he leaving so soon, Bruin?" someone asks. I can't see who it is because my body really is sore and being thrown across the room pulled a muscle in my neck.

"Yeah, he's the boss' bitch now," Bruin states.

While I know what that means, no one else asks. To be honest, the brute manhandling me doesn't invite questions.

Thankfully, I get to limp into the bathroom to take a piss, nearly passing out as I groan.

"Fuck, I didn't know I could have an orgasm while using the toilet," I grunt, holding myself up against the wall the best I can. It would be really embarrassing to make it this far and end up taking a bath in my own urine.

Sighing, I flush the toilet and wash my hands the best I can in the sink. There's a tiny sliver of soap, so it's not the easiest task. Every step is a jab of agony as the adrenaline begins to drain from me.

I have to keep going because I have no idea what's in store next.

Air drying my hands, I shake them off as I step back outside of the bathroom. Pants and a long-sleeved shirt are shoved into my hands and Bruin tells me to get dressed. I guess I need to go somewhere where I can't hang out in my underwear.

I guess that's a blessing.

Lifting my legs makes me grit my teeth as I get dressed, all while I listen to Bruin shoot the shit with those in the main building. The warehouse is nothing to write home about, though it makes me wonder how many other people receive the accommodations I did and simply don't walk out.

Straightening, I hold back a wince as Bruin pushes me forward.

"God, you take forever. It's like waiting for a goddamn woman to get dressed," he grunts. I ignore him the best I can as he walks me out to his truck.

I almost whimper getting my body into that damn vehicle. I just want to curl up and go to sleep. The last few days have been rough, and I can't help but replay the experience I had with the hot couple who tortured me.

I'm learning a lot about myself that I didn't know. I didn't think electrical play was a fetish I would enjoy until I was at their mercy. I'm typically the one in control, directing what happens, but I didn't have any choice in this.

Shifting in my seat, I put my seatbelt on as I push the memories away, because I'm wearing sweatpants, and these fuckers won't hide a raging erection. The drive through the streets of Chicago are quiet until we arrive at a diner and Bruin kicks me out.

"You have one chance at this, Mr. Miles," he says. "Don't fuck things up."

There's a man waiting in front of the diner with brown hair that's longer in the front and tousled over his forehead. He's wearing a long-sleeved shirt, a black coat, and combat boots.

"I have to say I'm a bit underdressed," I state as I ease myself out of the truck.

The man tenses as his eyes move over me, noticing the bruises on my face, and the fact that I don't have any damn shoes.

"Fuck me," he mutters. "Bruin, you asshole."

The man waves Bruin off as he pulls out his phone and makes a call.

"Hey, I was going to walk home, but I don't think we'll make it. Think you can come get us, Lía? I know, we'll have to cross that bridge when you get here. Yeah," he says before hanging up.

Turning toward me, he sighs. "Bruin is a bruiser and an idiot. The least he could have done was also give you shoes," he says. "My name is Brendan, and you're going to be staying with me. No offense, but you look as if you're about to fall down."

"I just need a shower and a nap. It'll pass," I rumble.

Brendan gazes at me with his piercing green eyes that appear to be seeing more than I'm saying before nodding. I don't know why it feels as if I know him, but I'm getting this weird feeling of deja vu.

"If you say so, man," he murmurs. "Have you eaten yet?"

"Not since Vermont," I respond, a wave of exhaustion hitting me. Taking a deep breath, I remind myself I can't pass out on a random street in Chicago. "So why am I staying with you? Not that I wasn't staying at stellar accommodations before…"

"You talk a lot of shit, you know that?" Brendan asks. Something sparks in his eyes that looks suspiciously like respect, but I don't need it.

I'm staying on my feet because I'm a fucking stubborn human being. When I do go down, it won't be pretty.

"Maybe," I say with a smirk. "Care to answer my question?"

"The boss wants you hidden away while you work for him," he says. "He decided this was the best option."

"You don't think it is?" I ask, intrigued.

"You'll see why it's complicated in a moment," Brendan says with a sigh. "I was hoping it would happen later, but fuck it. Here she is."

There's a four door car that pulls up, and Brendan opens the back door. Carefully walking around the broken bottle glass I see on the sidewalk, I climb in. There's a girl with long raven-colored hair piled on her head, and as I inhale deeply, I smell cinnamon.

My body tightens as I pull my feet inside, my eyes narrowing as I stare at the girl. I can't see her features with the way the rearview mirror is set up, and I barely notice as Brendan gets into the passenger side seat.

"What the hell is going on?" I growl.

"While people call me the Banshee, I tend to go by Líadan," she says, glancing over her left shoulder as she pulls back into traffic.

"Lovely," I sigh. "Absolutely fucking perfect. More goddamn torture."

"No," Brendan retorts, turning to face me. Now that I'm focusing on him, I try to figure out if he's Líadan's partner. She wasn't alone the other night. " Milseán , breathe."

Yep, fuck me.

"I am breathing, Brendan," she mutters. "Why is everyone on the damn road today? And why is Jordan barefoot?"

"Bruin is a dickhead," he says with a smirk. "I always drive you everywhere or you walk. Maybe you should drive more."

"The Banshee is a passenger princess and a brat," I muse. "Interesting."

"No one knows that's who I am," Liádan says. "It's also important no one ever knows until I'm ready for them to know. I'm Seán O'Brien's only daughter."

"Motherfucker, are you kidding me right now?" I roar. "Princess, that's a lot to fucking swallow."

"Ugh, don't call me that," she sighs. "I'm so not a princess. I've had to fight for everything I have. You don't know my life, and I know this is kind of a shock…"

"I haven't seen you in two years, but I've thought of you in passing often," I tell her. "I didn't peg you as a mafia boss' daughter. He's fucking crazy."

"Yep," she says, bobbing her head as she takes a semi wild turn around a corner.

My stomach flip flops and Brendan turns to face the road, his left hand clenching as if he wishes there was some sort of handbrake. I know the move well, because I did it often while I tried to teach Layla how to drive.

It didn't go well.

"Alright, Princess, watch your speed for me, okay?" I say, willing her to take her foot off the accelerator.

Realizing she's going too fast finally, she eases up her lead foot.

"Shit," she mutters. "Almost home."

Taking a breath, I nod as I watch her. I'm going to table this conversation until she's not driving.

"The situation is complicated, in a lot of ways," Brendan says. "Lía and I have never had a torture session go the way yours had. It just happened."

"I don't think I've ever come while having my cock stroked with an electric rod before either," I admit, rubbing my neck, hissing.

The areas where she pushed the electric prod into my skin are tender. The inside of my thigh has a purple bruise on it, and I'm sure my neck looks the same. I have a kaleidoscope of bruises all over my body right now.

To make things worse, things seem to be very complicated.

"There's a parking spot, Lía," Brendan prompts her.

She manages to park decently, turning off the car with a relieved sigh. Brendan squeezes her hand before he gets out of the vehicle and I follow. Lía joins us on the sidewalk as she locks the car, leading the way to a pretty townhome. If I look across the street, I realize I recognize the market I met her at.

It makes sense that she lives close by.

"Daddy only let me move out two years ago," she says as she climbs the stairs to the front door. "He never comes here, and in exchange I do whatever he wants me to."

I recognize that Líadan is telling me this for a reason, so I listen closely as she opens the door.

"Seán made noises about using this as an excuse to come over whenever it pleases him the other day," Brendan rumbles behind me as I walk inside their home. "He has a way of giving people what they want before finding a loophole to take it all away."

The heavy door shuts behind him as he locks it, and I look away as we move further into the house. The tile floors are cold on my feet, which threatens to cramp my muscles. God, there go my fucking toes. Shit, that hurts.

Holding back any sounds, I stretch my feet the best I can as I walk.

"No offense, but the man seems slightly unhinged. He isn't someone I really want to be making deals with about the safety of my family," I say. "I'm only here to make sure Layla doesn't have any issues with him. While I can take whatever he throws at me, she shouldn't have to."

"Daddy likes pretty things," Líadan says in a creepy tone, making me glance sharply at her. "He likes to cage them, break them, and then make them into entirely new things."

"Is that what happened to you?" I ask.

While I saw a normal, beautiful woman at the park, I'm realizing it's just another mask. Líadan is tall and curvy, but there's something girlish about her as she wraps her arms around herself. She can't be older than in her early twenties.

"He did some of the worst things to me," she rasps. "I'm the stuff of nightmares now. I don't know if you're here just to report back to Daddy or if he wants to keep you under wraps and this is the best way to do it."

"Not even Bruin knows the location of where we live," Brendan says.

"I'm not here to fuck up people's lives," I sigh. "I don't even really flaunt my computer skills. I dust them off to keep the people I love safe. Layla is too innocent for this shit. Don't tell me your secrets, I don't want to know. I just want to get in and get out. And maybe have a shower and nap."

"Of course," Líadan says, almost appearing disappointed.

I don't know what she expects from me. While I've done a lot of shady shit in my life, getting involved with a mafia family has to take the cake. I just want to keep Layla safe, saving a mafia princess isn't in the job description.

"There's clothes in the bedroom upstairs, second door to the right," Brendan says. "There's a shower as well, and I doubt Seán will want much from you today. Do you need anything else?"

"A first aid kit would be great," I grunt.

Brendan nods, even as he sighs. I think they both expected this little reunion to go differently. I'm too tired to give anyone my fucks or full attention at the moment.

Pulling off his coat, he hangs it up as he disappears further into the house. A moment later, he comes back with his sleeves pushed up, showing off the gorgeous ink I noticed when he pulled his shirt off at the warehouse.

No. Those thoughts are off limits right now. We're allowed one masturbation session in the shower, and then we're moving on. I claim this as part of my time to get clean. That's all I got right now.

Blinking hard, I force myself to focus on the outstretched box he's handing me. Yep, that's the first aid kit. Time to go.

"I'm all set then, thanks," I state, taking it from him. The aches are making themselves known, and I have stairs to climb. Every step is more painful than the last as I walk up them, and when Líadan calls up to me, I want to cry.

Stopping and starting hurts more than simply pushing through. My hand clenches the rail as I turn my head back slightly to catch what she's saying.

"Do you want anything to eat?" she asks.

"No, thank you," I say, pushing myself back into motion. The amount of energy it would take for me to eat right now isn't worth it to me at the moment.

I don't get past the door, pushing it closed, before I toss the box on the table and crawl onto the bed. I should shower, but I can't make myself do another solitary thing. If I shower now, I'll fall asleep in there.

My eyes are already closing by the time I drop into bed. I'll deal with the rest of my basic needs later.