Chapter 23

CHAPTER 23

DIABLO

Walking into the room with a woman screeching at the top of her lungs isn't the way I want to start the day. Granted, I started it off right by enjoying London's sweet, sweet body, but regardless, it wasn't long enough for my liking. If I could, I'd stay inside London all damn day. However, with how I ended up taking her last night, I knew she needed me to take it easy on her body.

After the shower, I'd taken her three other times, all rough, all how I needed to. She didn't complain. She had been into it and even got off on it. I slapped her ass, held it tight, even fucked while teasing that little hole of hers. I'd gripped her hair in my hands more than once, tugging on it. Her pussy gushed around me each time.

This morning, I'd taken her sweet-like, keeping it nice and slow, letting it burn inside. I watched her the entire time, enjoying the way she reacted to me. I don't think I could ever forget, even if I wanted to.

"Tamara." London gasps, next to me, her body going tense.

"Remember what I said, Chiquita," I tell her quietly, letting her go. "Go get us some coffee, then it's right back to my side, got me?"

London tilts her head back, looks me in the eye, and nods. Just like last night in the shower, she agrees to something she's unsure of. But she's trusting me. Her giving me that, I needed it. Her blind trust is something I'll never let her regret.

It's why I'd given her the information I did this morning. She didn't need to know all of it, but she'd eventually find out about my relationship with my Prez and VP. It's probably news that my other brothers now know as well.

I let London go, move closer to my brothers, and look at the woman shouting down the place.

"You can't do this to me. I'm callin' the cops the first chance I get. You're all going to jail for kidnapping," Tamara screeches and jerks around in the chair someone had confined her to.

"Who's to say you're goin' anywhere?" I ask and look toward Reaper. Next to him, with his men behind him, stands Liam. "What do we know?"

"Cerberus and Azrael found her first thing this morning. She'd been on her way out of town," Reaper explains. "Sent them two to get some shut-eye after dealing with this bitch."

"While they were looking for her, we looked into Tamara here," Liam added with a sneer, pulling at his lip. "Seems she's related to that fuckwad my ex-wife married. And she was out for retaliation for my takin' the bastard out."

"You did what you thought was the best thing, Dad," London whispers, surprising me with her words. I glance down at her as she steps next to me and hands me a mug. Her eyes, full of knowledge, meet mine as she gives me a sad smile. "He was protecting me."

"Bastard got what he deserved," Liam growls.

"He didn't do a damn thing," Tamara screeches, thrashing around, eyes narrowing on London. "Unlike you all. She deserves what's coming for her. You all deserve it for what you've done. You ruin everything."

"How did I do that?" London asks, stepping toward the woman, her voice filled with confusion. "I thought we were friends. Why would you do this? What did I do to you?"

"By breathing," Tamara spits.

"I don't understand," London states. "Why pretend to be my friend if you hate me so much?"

"Because it was all a part of the plan. It would have been easier if you'd just gone with Craig like planned. You might have been able to stay alive if you had, but now, now they'll want you dead," Tamara seethes.

"From what we pulled on her," Liam speaks up, "she had information on her uncle and how he'd been a part of the genetic group. I knew he was a piece of shit, but he was a doctor." He looks toward his daughter and grimaces. "This is on me, sweetheart, I'm sorry."

"You don't have anything to be sorry about, Dad." The man had done what he had to for his daughter, and I can't blame the guy for what he did. I'd have done the same thing.

"What do you mean they'll want you dead?" Daemon asks.

I tense at his question, not thinking good thoughts. His woman is at risk as well. We all know it. Hell, this is the same group who had stolen Scythe and Styxx's sister when she was just a baby. Luck had brought her back to them, and in doing so, she found Hellhound, who would and will do whatever it takes to make her feel safe.

"Exactly what I said," Tamara states, looking toward Daemon. "They haven't forgotten about Everleigh. How do you think they got the list of names for the blood donation? They have someone at the hospital watching her. They're just waiting for the right time to strike."

My blood turns to ice in my veins.

"And where do we find them? They want to kill us so badly. Where are they?" London snaps, stretching her hand out to hand over her coffee.

"London," I call her name warningly.

"Don't," Liam remarks. I look in his direction, but his eyes are glued on his daughter.

Beast takes the mug from her, and she moves even closer to Tamara.

"Well?" London demands.

"Shit, you shouldn't have trained her so well, Cyan," Reed grumbles. "She's gonna flip."

"That trigger is already flipped." Cyan grunts.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Reaper growls.

"She's been military trained by all of us," Cyan answers. "Liam wanted her to be able to defend herself, but we taught her more than just self-defense."

Great.

Here, I thought my woman was just a schoolteacher. Come to find out, she's a hell of a lot more than that.

"They're here. They're there. They're everywhere. You won't know it's them until they want you to," Tamara answers, glaring at London. "Go ahead and kill me. They'll just send someone else. They'll wear you down until you wish they'd just kill you."

Before any of us can stop her, London strikes out and punches Tamara right in the nose.

"Oh shit," Hellhound mutters.

I jump forward and pull London back in my arms, securing her to my front. "Easy, baby."

"Tombstone, Thanatos, take our guest here to join the others. We'll deal with her at a later date," Reaper orders and looks at me. "We need to talk." His eyes shift to London, then back to me.

He's silently asking if I want her to hear what we've got to talk about. I don't. Not really, but hearing that she knew her dad killed, I know she'll trust in me and not run.

"Talk," I state, nodding.

"Lawyer last night kept pleading for his life."

"Lawyer?" London utters, head jerking back to look up at me. "What lawyer? The one who came here with your mom?"

"Yeah," I answer and focus on Reaper, not really looking at her. If I do, I might change my decision about her being here for this. "What did he say?"

"Kept talking about how it was strictly business. He was doing what he was paid to do," Hellhound remarks. "Said Wayne owed his bosses a lot of money, and they were going to use you to pay the debt."

London tenses, and I feel her gaze burning into me.

"Can't pay a debt when you're dead," Beast states, exactly what I'm thinking.

"According to the lawyer, his bosses didn't care if Wayne lived or died. Long as the debt was paid." Hellhound grimaces and shakes his head. "Lawyer's bosses are a group called ‘The Nameless Militia'."

"You're kidding." I blink, staring at Hellhound in surprise before shifting my gaze to Beast's with a knowing look.

"What do you two know?" Reaper asks, looking between the two of us, seeing the silent communication.

"That we're fucked." Beast growls, hands clenching into fists. "We need to lock this place down."

"Who are they? How do you know them?" Angel demands.

"The group itself isn't what you need to worry about. It's the leader who you have to look out for," I answer and suck in a heavy breath. "The problems we have with the Scarlet Needles and this genetic group are nothing compared to ‘The Nameless'."

"We know of them and their leader because they wanted us to join," Beast adds. "They recruit off the streets. Hence their name. The leader goes by the name Dead Eyes, real name Samir Byrd. He's known for being ruthless and doesn't hesitate to kill. His favorite way of doing so is by execution, bullet right between the eyes."

"If they're the ones wanting the money, then the lawyer was right, they'll be coming for us," I state tersely.

"Then they come for us," Reaper growls, rage burning in his eyes. "We won't back down to them. Let them come at us, they will regret it."

I nod and look down at London as she turns in my arms to face me. "I remember who you're talking about," she says. "He's who you two protected me from most."

I remember. I hadn't been about to let him get her. She'd been a kid, and he'd wanted her for something her body wasn't ready for. If he finds out she's mine now, he might try and take her again. Hell, that sick bastard might even try and take . . . oh shit . . . fuck, jerking my gaze back to Reaper and Angel, I dread the question I have to ask. "When was the last time you heard from Ember?"