Chapter 17

CHAPTER 17

DIABLO

"What's this about that it couldn't wait until the clubhouse later?"

Pulling up to my house, the last thing I wanted to see or expected was to find London's dad standing on my porch.

"What did London do last night?" Liam asks, cocking a brow.

"Fractured the wrist of one woman and knocked the other's head against the bar top," I tell him.

"I take it one of the club women tried messing with her?" Liam snorts, shaking his head.

"Yeah, both ‘em were." Shrugging, I cross my arms, taking the other man in. He's nearly as tall as me but broader. More like Beast and Hellhound in size. Maybe even close to Thanatos. "Now, you wanna answer me?"

Liam takes a long look at me, assessing up and down. "You love her, don't you?"

"Not answering that." There's no way I'm going to tell this man my plans for his daughter. No way in hell I'm gonna tell him that when she was thirteen, I had fallen for her. I sure as hell wasn't going to tell him that I loved her before telling her those words myself.

Liam chuckles, wags a finger in my direction, and grins. "That right there, as well as the expression on your face, is answer enough."

"How about you get to the point of what you're doing here?" I grind out, my teeth clenched together.

"You know I looked into you," Liam announces, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"You made that clear the first time I called you about London." I grunt, watching him closely. "Find something else out you don't like?"

"No, but I know about the inheritance, that your mother tried asking you for money. Did you know she went back to your father?"

Of course, she did. Teresa didn't have the backbone to stay away from him. "I don't care if she did or didn't. It's her choice."

"The lawyer also has been by the house several times in the past few days," Liam states with a matter-of-fact tone. "Did you know your grandfather had a clause in his will?"

"What clause?"

"That if something were to happen to you and you weren't married, everything reverts to your mother under the stipulation that the money is allotted to her in an allowance and the law firm would appoint a trustee over the rest to ensure she didn't ruin his ranch business."

"And if I were married?" I find myself asking as the rest of what he said rolls around in my head. It's weird that he would do that. In the letter he left me, he stated he didn't want her to see a penny. Maybe he didn't think anything would happen to me.

"Everything would then go to her. If something were to happen to her and you had no child, the inheritance was to then go to a charity. If you had a child, it would go to them, and the guardian of said child would then be in charge until the child turned twenty-five."

"Interesting," I mutter. "So, why you tellin' me this?"

"Because the lawyer works for the firm your grandfather set his will with," Liam answers. "I had one of my men follow and check them out. You need to watch out and keep London close. Richmond, the man I put on it, said London could be a way to get you to cooperate. If not, then they'll do what it takes to get you out of the way. Allotted money is better than none."

"Right." I nod. A plan formed in my head, calculating the risks. The pros and cons of it, if I were to put it in action could weigh out on either side heavier than the other. Still, it's a risk I think needs to be taken. I don't want them coming after London. She doesn't need the bullshit they'd bring to the doorstep. "Anything else?"

Liam watches me closely, his eyes darting, calculating. Finally, he answers with a shake of his head. "Not on that front, no. But it looks like you're planning something in that head of yours regarding the information I just shared with you."

"Don't worry about what I'm planning," I tell him and start up the steps toward the door. "I gotta check on London. That is unless you got anything else you wanna share."

"The rest can wait until later," Liam remarks. "Is there anything I need to know about being at the clubhouse around your brothers and their women?"

From the sounds of it, he seems a bit apprehensive.

Laughing, I glance at him over my shoulder, stopping at the front door. "Yeah, brace yourself. My brothers might be ruthless and have the don't fuck with me attitude, but it's their women you gotta watch out for."

I don't wait to hear his reply. I have a need to set eyes on my woman. If I didn't know she was sore from the night before, I'd be taking my time to bend her over the bed and sink inside her from behind. But she's going to need the day for her body to rest.

Inside, I head for my room, hearing her in there mumbling to herself. With her being off until next week, I'm gonna take the time to enjoy every minute I have with her.

However, I have one thing I intend to take care of first thing. I don't want to involve my brothers. If I had it my way, I wouldn't have to bring what I'm planning to their attention, but to make it work, I'm going to need them. Otherwise, it could all go to shit real quick.

Stepping just inside my room, eyes on the panty-covered ass. I lean against the dresser situated next to me and cross my arms and legs as I listen.

"If he thinks he can get away with sending me inside, he's got another thing coming." Grabbing a pair of jeans, she jerks them out of the bag on the other side of the room. She shakes them out, bends, and puts one leg then the other before pulling them up on over those sexy ass legs of hers. London mumbles something else. This time, I don't catch all of it except a bit about how she's sore, and I better not think of touching her again anytime soon.

"You weren't complainin' when I was fuckin' you in the shower."

London whirls around, eyes wide, mouth parted at the sound of my voice. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to know you think I've got another thing comin' for sending you inside," I tell her and straighten. Moving toward her, I drop my arms. "Tell me, Chiquita, what do I have comin'."

London's cheeks blush bright red.

Interesting.

"You weren't supposed to hear that," she grumbles.

"I probably wasn't supposed to hear the part about me not touching you again." Grinning, I reach for her and yank her toward me. "For the record, London," I start and dip down to kiss her lips. "I might not fuck you later, but that doesn't mean I'm not touching you. I plan to eat your pussy. Lap up all those juices and feel you coming on my tongue." I press another kiss to her lips. "I intend to show you all the damn ways I want you including you suckin' me off while I play with your pussy. Maybe we'll make it interesting and see who can make who come first."

London's lip's part, and her breathing becomes shallow. Without her saying a word, I know she likes the idea.

Letting her go, I step back. "Go ahead and finish getting ready. We gotta get back to the clubhouse."

I leave her to get ready, stepping out of the room and pulling my phone out of my pocket. I unlock it, find Reaper's number, and touch the little phone icon.

"What's up, brother?" he asks, answering the phone.

"Gotta talk when I get back. Can you have everyone there in twenty minutes?" I don't have to tell him my reason for asking this. He knows me. He knows I don't ask shit of anyone.

"I'll put the message out. Church in twenty minutes," Reaper states without hesitation. He doesn't bother waiting for my response and hangs up.

I pull the cell phone away from my ear, shove it back in my pocket, and release a heavy sigh.

A few minutes later, London emerges from the bedroom, dressed and ready to go. Her wild head of hair was contained in a braid going down her back.

Later on tonight, I'm going to enjoy releasing those wild strands of hair. Having her hair tangled in my fingers while she's going down on me is a vision I'm looking forward to finally happening. It's something I've thought of plenty of times since the night I saw her again months ago.

First things first, meet with my brothers and explain what Liam shared. Tell them what I'm planning. Then, finding out what else Liam knows about the Scarlet Needles. There's far too much going on, and we need to focus on one area at a time. Right now, the threat we're looking at is that of Teresa and Wayne.