Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13

DIABLO

Keeping my eyes on London, I watch her closely. I didn't miss the look of disappointment when I told London about the party. But it's important that she comes to this one. She sees what happens and what to expect.

I also have plans of my own for later on. I want her to be as relaxed as possible, not tense. Not on the lookout for what's happening.

This past week, I've touched her and kissed her, but I didn't take it as far as I wanted. I'm trying to give her time. Get used to me.

Fuck, she's a damn virgin, and I haven't ever touched someone so innocent, and I wanna do it right. Tonight, I have to prioritize. First, letting her see how wild things can get. Second, get relaxed enough so she'd let me show her how much I want her. I don't plan to fuck her. Not tonight, that's something I'll wait for. My only plan is to pleasure that sweet body of hers. To finally get my mouth between those legs and taste her pussy.

I've been walking around with a hard-on for her all-damn week. Waking with her in my arms, her pert ass tucked against my dick, yeah, it's been a struggle not to tell her to say fuck work so I could fuck her.

I couldn't do that. She didn't deserve that. I needed inside her, but not enough to force it on her. Even if I knew she wanted it too.

"Looks like London's having a good time," Beast says, taking a seat next to me, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Yeah, she does," I tell him, not missing Reaper, Scythe, Thanatos, and Cerberus taking a seat around the table.

When we'd redesigned the main room after it got blown up, we'd gotten different tables that were big enough to fit six chairs around. But they were overly so, meaning we didn't have to yell over the music to be able to hear each other.

"Her dad's coming to Thanksgiving," Reaper said, though we all know this. "Big deal there, brother."

Yeah, it was a damn huge deal. Not only was it a meet of the parent type of deal, but he was coming to give intel he'd gathered along with size me up.

"You going to finally claim her as yours?" Scythe asks cocking his brow.

"Already have," I tell him. I put the order in for her cut and patches. I was waiting on it before I explained things further to her. Right now, it's about her getting to know me again.

People say it takes time to know what you want, but that isn't always true. I've seen how quickly things work for my brothers. That is when they get their heads straight and go after what they want.

Reaper sits forward, pinning his gaze on me. "We need to discuss your mother."

Thankfully, they hadn't brought up what happened with her after I left. They'd given me space and let me deal with Craig. The bastard had been pushing to get London to go with him. He had no intention of taking her to his place. The plan had been for him to take her straight to his bosses. It seems Liam was right about her blood type. Not only did they want her for the blood they could steal from her, but their friends who deal in genetics were curious to test a few things with her.

After we found this out, the club made it a mission to make sure London was protected at all times. Scythe hacked into the school's security system to keep an eye on her that way, but Reaper put Minion and Gizmo on her. They'd meet me at the school and stay there until I got back to pick her up.

While she was teaching in class, I followed leads on where they might be holding up. Dusan, the guy who we handle the cars for, found a bit on the genetics group but nothing solid. Reaper tasked Cerberus, Azrael, and me with the task of looking into it further to see if we couldn't find any more details.

We haven't gotten much. We already know Everleigh's uncle was a top leader, but he's not the top dog. We'd learned that not long after we got her back when they'd taken her. Luckily, she survived without getting hurt more than she did.

"What's there to talk about? I don't want anything to do with that bitch," I mutter, not wanting to get into it. Still, I knew my brothers weren't going to let it go. They wanted to know what was going on, and I guess it's time I tell them.

"Brother, ain't gonna go into your past," Reaper states. "That's your business to share if you want. What we need to know is why the fuck she wants you to give her money your granddad left to you?"

"Because she knows he left every dime he had to me," I lean forward, "it ain't just a little bit either." I glance around the table before locking gazes with Reaper once again. "We're talking millions."

"Shit," Scythe grunts. "You're a damn millionaire and didn't say anything?"

"Not my money." I shrug. "That money is used to run the ranch my granddad had. I don't touch it."

They all nod. They know the type of man I am.

"Why didn't you tell us before that she'd been trying to get in touch with you?" Beast asks and tips his beer to his lips.

"Wasn't something I was getting you all involved in. Club's got enough issues. I didn't need to tack this headache on top." It was true, but there was more to it. The more people who know means the more people who want to cause problems for us.

Cerberus opens his mouth to say something, but a loud commotion across the room catches our attention.

"Fuck," I mutter and get to my feet when I realize the commotion is between my woman and two of the pocket pussies. The two that were my typical go-to girls when I was looking for a party, Chops and Poppers. Great.

Poppers moves into London's space, but my woman isn't letting her intimidate her.

"Let her handle it, brother," Reaper remarks, having also gotten to his feet along with the rest of the brothers. "Bitches need to learn their place."

"Bitch," Chops screeches, raising her hand to slap London.

London mutters something as she grabs Chops's wrist, stopping her. To my surprise, along with every other person in the room, London twists Chops around, her arm behind her, and makes her cry out in pain. Poppers goes in, ready to attack London. My woman doesn't let her get close. She shoves Chops away and blocks Poppers's fist. Twirls around the bitch, grips the back of her head, and slams the side of Poppers's head into the side of the bar.

"Oh shit," Beast mutters next to me. "Looks like . . ."

I don't hear the rest of what he is saying because I'm on the move, stalking across the distance to get to my woman. Not to get her away from the two whores to keep her from hurting them, but rather, seeing her like that . . . it was hot.