Chapter 16

CHAPTER 16

LONDON

Never did I think sex would be so good. Maybe it wouldn't be if I'd had it with someone other than Diablo. With him, it's totally amazing. It is more than just amazing. It's otherworldly. Unimaginable.

I didn't think he'd be able to fit, considering the girth of that thing, but he did. He rocked my world in so many ways. It freaked me out that he didn't care he didn't use a condom. However, him telling me he'd been tested before we had sex put a part of me at ease. He admitted that he'd never taken a woman without one helped. What really helped was him telling me he didn't want anything between us. That I was his, the whole thing melted my heart.

Throughout the rest of the night, he'd taken me repeatedly. In between rounds, he'd held me close while we'd slept.

Same with this morning. Only he added the shower into the mix.

Now, the two of us were heading to his place since I didn't have a change of clothes at the clubhouse, but I did at his place. He packed up half my wardrobe and brought it to his place. When I'm not even certain other than it had to have been sometime within the week.

The plan is to get changed and get back to the clubhouse. My dad was heading up, and I wanted to be there when he arrived. It'd been a little while since I'd seen him, and I miss him.

I'll admit, though, I'm nervous. I'd never done the dad meet the boyfriend thing before. I'm hoping everything goes smoothly. I want him to like Diablo. If he doesn't, things could get unnerving, and I don't want that. If I had time, I'd call him and ask him to please be nice. But with all that Diablo and I did the night before, I didn't have time. I needed to get back to the clubhouse and help Ivy and the others where I could. Thanksgiving isn't technically until tomorrow, but they're doing something tonight and then again tomorrow. I don't know what exactly, but I was going to help.

I hope they didn't think I was crazy for what I did to those two women last night. Diablo informed me that Chops's wrist was fractured from, his words, whatever the fuck I did to it. Poppers just had a nasty bump on her head. Maybe I should feel sorry for what I did to both of them, but they had it coming.

Diablo stops directly in front of his house, tension radiating from him. I lift my gaze to the porch and blink, seeing his reason for tensing.

"Daddy," I call out, surprised at seeing him here so early. "What are you doing here?" I didn't know he knew where Diablo lived.

Diablo helps me climb off the back of the bike, and I rush toward my dad, meeting him at the bottom of the steps leading to the front porch.

"Wanted to meet Diablo in person before going to the clubhouse and being surrounded by everyone," my dad states, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me off my feet. "Damn good to see my baby girl again." He spins me around slightly before finally setting me back on my feet.

I go back a step, but Diablo's there, his hands going to my hips.

My dad takes the two of us in and gets an expression on his face that I'm unable to read. It's like a mixture of stoic, grief, anger, and relief. All of which I don't get.

"Diablo," Dad greets, stretching his hand out toward Diablo.

"Liam," Diablo grunts, taking Dad's hand. "You're early."

"Yeah, like I said, I wanted time before going to the clubhouse," Dad states, eyes directed at Diablo, not even glancing in my direction.

I get the sense that he wants to talk to Diablo without me. I know when he does this at home with his guys that's exactly what it means. But what would they need to talk about without me around?

"London, why don't you go get ready?" Diablo suggests, dropping his arm from around my waist.

"Not until you two tell me what's going on," I tell him, everything clicking into place why they want to talk. Whatever it is, it's got to be about that group Diablo told me about. The one Taylor/Craig, whatever his name is, wanted me for.

"London, this is something between the two of us, it doesn't have anything to do with you," my dad states, not looking at me. "Diablo and I just need a minute to talk about something. If he wants to talk to you after about it, it's his choice."

I glance between the two of them for a moment before finally nodding. "Fine, but if it at all has anything to do with me, I won't be happy. You think what I did to those two skanks last night was something, it'll be nothing compared to what I do to you two."

Dad's brow cocks as I stomp past him, stopping when Diablo calls my name. "What?" I demand, spinning on my heel to face him.

"Keys," he answers, a smirk twitching at the edges of his lips.

Stomping back to him, I snatch the key from his hand with every intention of stomping back to the door with a huff. However, Diablo seems to have other things in mind.

Diablo grabs my wrists, jerks me forward, and wraps his arms around me. "Don't be getting pissy," he murmurs, dipping his face downward to brush a kiss to my lips. Letting me go once again, he turns me toward the door and gives me a gentle push. "We'll be right behind you. Change and get ready."

Losing the attitude, not completely, but just enough to stop getting upset. I unlock the house, head inside, and go straight to Diablo's room to get ready. My mind stays on the fact that my dad wanted to talk to Diablo with me not around. If it wasn't anything to do with me, which I'm not sure if that was true, then what else could it be?

I know about Diablo's mom, could it be about her? He hadn't said much about his dad, could it be about him? It has to be related to them. My dad wouldn't leave me out of something that deals with me. He knows me. He knows I can handle it. Knows that I refuse to be left out of anything that involves me in any way.