Chapter 22

CHAPTER 22

LONDON

"You wanna tell me what you didn't last night?" Diablo asks, holding me to him.

After he finished with me for the night, he'd gotten out of bed, got new sheets out of the closet, and put them on the bed, shifting me as he did this. I would've helped; however, I hadn't been able to feel my legs. Diablo didn't seem to mind. In fact, if I'm not mistaken, he'd been chuckling.

Once the new sheets were on, he laid back down, pulled me into his arms, and I drifted off.

This morning, Diablo woke me in the same manner as he's done nearly every other morning. His body over mine, his cock sliding inside me. It was a good feeling, the best. I loved it and wanted more. So much more. I wanted to be able to wake up every morning with him next to me, if not inside me.

Lifting on an elbow, I blink, meeting his gaze. "What are you talking about?"

I do know, but I really don't want to talk about it.

Diablo shifts upright, leans back against the headboard, and takes me with him. He adjusts me in his lap with me straddling him. "I know you didn't tell us everything when Tamara called you, Chiquita. What else did she say to you?"

I didn't want to think about it. She sounded completely out of it. I'm not sure if she was drunk or on something. Either way, she didn't seem like herself on the phone. I want to put it down to her maybe being freaked out about my apartment, but that didn't jive with what all she'd said.

Last night, I told them about my apartment and how she claimed on the phone that it had been broken into. I hadn't thought about the security system. Just that my personal space had been invaded and trashed. The rest of the stuff she spewed didn't make sense to me.

"London," he calls gently and gives my thighs a squeeze. "You need to tell me. Your apartment hadn't been broken into like she said. It was still the same as it was the last time we were there."

I nod, suck in a breath, and tell him. "She had been hysterical over the phone," I explain how she sounded off and that I thought maybe she'd been on something, drunk maybe. "I've never known her to do either. Sure, she'd have a few drinks when we were out together, but never have I heard her like that before."

This time, it's Diablo's turn to nod. "We've got Cerberus and Azrael out looking for her. When they find her, they're bringing her here. I'm tellin' you this, Chiquita, ‘cause when they do, you don't go anywhere near her until we know what's up."

"But she's my friend," I protest. Or I thought she was. Friends didn't call each other bitches, did they?

"She might be, baby, but ‘til we know what she's up to, innocent or not, you don't go near her."

The sharp look he gives me tells me not to argue with him. Thinking of the way he was in the shower last night, the unease I'd seen in him, I decided to agree. I don't know what happened, but it couldn't be good. I simply have to trust him even if it's blindly.

"Okay, I won't go near her until you say she's clear or not."

"Thank you," he murmurs, sliding his fingers up my spine into my hair. Holding me still, he moves in and kisses me deeply.

Though that's all he does. He just kisses me, no fooling around. Nothing. I feel him between my legs and feel myself growing wetter, but he doesn't take it farther.

I open my mouth to ask him, only for him to get there first. "Last night and this morning, I took you. Fucked you hard. Fucked you rough. Want to give you a little while to rest. I didn't want to hurt you, and I know you've got to be tender."

I can't say he's wrong. I'm a bit sore but in a good way. I don't mind it in the least. "Okay." I nod and lean into him, sliding my arms around his shoulders. "Maybe tonight you can show me what you meant yesterday about . . . well, you know." I lick my lips, blushing at the last part of what I say.

"With pleasure," he says, grinning.

A knock sounds at the door, interrupting the moment, and Diablo shouts, "Yeah?"

"Need you out here, brother," I recognize the voice as Beast's and want to groan. Why does it seem he's always the one to spoil our moments?

"Give me a minute, and I'll be out," Diablo says, not moving. Though, I'm still on top of him, so he really can't.

"Gotcha," Beast calls.

"I gotta get out there," Diablo announces.

"Okay." I sigh, nodding. I let his neck go and start to move off his lap, only to have him stop me.

"London, last night," he starts.

"You don't have to explain anything," I tell him, giving him a small smile. "I get it and trust that you'll tell me if it's something I need to know." I might not like it, but it's the truth. Sometime in the middle of the night, after what we did in the shower, I came to terms with it. To be with him, I have to accept everything about him, including the fact he's not exactly on the right side of the law. Still, he's a good person and does what he needs to do, what he deems best for him and those around him.

"Right," Diablo utters, eyeing me closely. Probably looking for any part of deceit in my words.

He won't find anything but the truth.

Diablo nods, kisses me, and shifts, rolling us so that I'm beneath him. "You get there's shit I can't tell you. What I can tell you is I got information last night that shocked the hell out of me. Something I didn't expect. It'd been like taking a sucker punch at the same time, it eased a part of me that I didn't know wasn't just right inside me. But a part of me should have known."

"What did you find out?" The question comes out before I can stop it.

"Found out that the man who was my real dad was a member of this club, but that he was also Reaper and Angel's uncle," he answers, eyes still on me, watching closely. "What I found out, baby, was the family I felt I belonged to was always my family."

"That's a lot to process," I whisper, feeling for him, but I'm happy for him as well. "You okay with it? How did you find out? Did they know?"

"They knew," he confirms. "I'm good with it. They explained, and honestly, I appreciate them not telling me. I don't think I'd have believed them. When I first joined the club, I didn't trust anyone, they showed me the way. Taught me what brotherhood was about. It was more than just me and Beast against the world."

"I'm glad you had that."

"Me too," he says and leans in to brush his lips against mine. "Now, I gotta get out there and find out what's goin' on. You're coming with me, so get dressed, baby."

Diablo jumps to his feet, pulls me up, and lets me go. The both of us get dressed. Once done, he takes my hand in his and guides me out of the room. I'm honestly nervous. Why does he want me to go with him for this?

I hope he'll let me get coffee because I'm going to need it. Between the sex last night and this morning and our long talk, I didn't get much sleep, and I'm exhausted.

Hand in hand, we make our way to the main room of the clubhouse. The closer we get, I can hear shouting. A woman screaming in rage, and I instantly recognize the voice. It's Tamara. They found her.