Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

DIABLO

Sitting outside, watching the sun rising, my thoughts keep going over the very woman that's in my bed upstairs.

The very fact that she's a virgin should scare the shit out of me, but it doesn't. I like the fact that no one's gotten in there before me. Regardless, it doesn't change the fact I want her. Not taking it further last night before we'd been interrupted wasn't easy. I wanted to take her, feel her squeeze me.

I hated that it was fucked up by Teresa. Her telling me she was sick means nothing. I feel nothing about it. It's going to suck dealing with the headache of explaining all this to my brothers. Teresa doesn't exist to me. That shit-ass husband of hers doesn't exist.

I'm not an idiot. Once she told me that she was sick, it all clicked into place. She was coming to me for a way to help. That wasn't going to happen. It might make me a shitty person to let a sick woman deal without help, but so fucking what. She didn't want to be there for me. Guess you can say karma is a ruthless bitch.

Leaning forward, I brace my elbows on my knees and stare at the rising sun, seeing the new day coming to. With it will be a whole slew of problems.

Telling my brothers about everything, the ones who don't know the truth and the ones who do, it's not going to be easy. Explaining to them about my grandfather isn't going to be easy. I'd had a hard time understanding it. I also don't like to think about it. In fact, I try not to unless the foreman, Brady, calls.

I should probably crawl back into my bed, curl up around London, and stay there until she wakes. But again, it's not something I can do. Reaper had texted me last night that we needed to call her dad. Fill him in on what's going on. Scythe had said he'd do it; however, it needs to be me.

London's my woman, my responsibility. Telling her dad needs to come from me, not anyone else. I'm sure when London finds out, she's going to be pissed. From the way she acted at her apartment after I followed her, I get she's got a wall of steel and likes to take care of things herself. I can see it in her. That fire she carries within her, it's one of the things that drew me to her so long ago. Draws me to her now.

Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I unlock the screen. The number I need to call is already there. Touching the phone icon, I bring the phone to my ear and wait. It rings twice before someone answers.

"Hello."

"Liam Weaver," I greet the man on the phone using his name.

"Who's this?" he demands, sounding alert and focused even for this time of morning.

"Name's Diablo, but London knows me as Damari." I'm not going to lie or give him shit.

"I know who you are," Liam states. "Guess my daughter finally found you, it seems."

"Found me? Didn't know she was lookin'."

Is that why she moved back here?

"My daughter is hell on wheels in doing what she wants when she puts her mind to it. She could've had a teaching position here at any of the schools, but she took one where she thought you might still be. She told me what you and your friend did for her. For that, I thank you, but that doesn't mean I want her anywhere near you."

"Because I'm from off the streets?" Not that I care, his daughter is in my bed. She's mine, and I'm going to keep her.

"Because you're not good enough for my daughter. I don't give two shits you were on the streets. Or that your parents were shit at it."

"Let me guess, because of the club I'm in? Is that it?" Let him think what he wants, it doesn't matter to me. He can hate me, dislike me, be disgruntled. I'm with his daughter, but that isn't going to stop me.

"That and the constant danger surrounding you all," he answers. "Also, it might have to do with me being an overprotective father and not thinking anyone is good enough for her."

I snort, agreeing with him, but still, it doesn't change facts. "My club doesn't go looking for trouble, Liam, but that doesn't mean when we see it, we don't do what we have to protect what we see as ours."

"And you think my daughter belongs to you?"

I can only imagine London's dad sneering at the very thought.

"She does, in fact, belong to me now. I claimed her," I tell him. "But that's not the reason for this call."

"Then what is the reason for you calling me this damn early. I know it's definitely not for me to speak to her. My daughter doesn't get up before six-thirty at any time. Not even to go to work."

"Have you heard of an organization called Scarlet Needles?" I ask, getting right to the point.

"I've heard of the group," he confirms.

"London had been targeted. The guy she'd been seeing up until yesterday is one of their men."

"Son of a bitch," Liam snaps.

"That's putting it lightly," I remark and give him the details of what I'd seen after the school event. "We don't know why she's been targeted, but we intend to find out. Her mother wouldn't have anything to do with this, would she?"

"No," Liam growls. "That bitch knows better after I took care of her dickless husband."

I don't even want to know.

"Right," I mutter.

"It could be because of her blood type," Liam states.

"Pardon?"

"Her blood type. She's O negative. Hospitals use it for?—"

"I know what O-negative blood is used for," I interrupt him. It's a universal blood type and crucial for emergency transfusions. O-negative blood can be given, but the person who has this blood type can only receive that of the same. Something about it also connects with genetics. I'd seen an article about it not that long ago.

"So, you see, the threat to her is out there. My question is, how would they have found out?"

"Someone had to leak the information to the group," I'm gonna have to tell my brothers and see if we can't figure that part out. We hadn't heard anything about them selecting certain blood types, but it would make sense.

"London wouldn't take kindly to me coming there and stealing her away." Liam sigh. "I appreciate you informing me of the situation. I'll look into things here. You keep her safe or I'll be coming after you."

"Thought you said I wasn't good enough for her?" I smirk, straighten, eyes forward, and look toward the sky.

"You're not, but I know you'll keep her safe," he admits.

I will keep her safe.

"Keep me informed."

I nod, though he can't see it. "I will."

Hanging up, I get to my feet, shove the phone back in my pocket, and make my way back into the house. I've got a woman to wake. Then I've got to get to the clubhouse. There's too much that needs to happen. Not with just London but getting to the bottom of this shit once and for all.