Insatiable - Devil's Stepbrothers MC (14 page)

“I don’t think so. It was your hands slamming me down on your cock, and it was your bite that send my body to the next level.” She watched him as he came up with an answer for that one.

“The plan to seduce me at the table and the directions you gave me got me all wound up but that’s not taking anything from you. You did all that. You made up the fun and brought the sexy. That was all you. I was just the beneficiary that got too excited and had to do something with my hands.” He was able to pack away a lot of food, and for that she was glad. She knew he had to be hungry for more than just, food and she liked satisfying him.

“Thanks Aiden. Whether that is the truth or not I’m going to hold on to it for now.”

“Good idea,” he said as he dug back into his food like a man who’d not eaten… ever.

“I think after dinner I want to talk to Lucca and figure out what is going on here. I need to think about my next move.” She knew that Aiden didn’t want her involved, but this was her life too, and she wasn’t going to sit by and let others plan it out for her.

“That’s probably a good idea. Then you can get a feel of how your family is doing. That’s bound to make you feel good. Plus he wanted to talk to you anyway. I forgot to mention that when you came out on the balcony. You made me think of other things, and my mind slipped away from me.”

She looked over at him at the same time he looked at her.

“What?” He asked when it was apparent he didn’t know why she was staring at him.

“I just realized that you don’t have any family to call about your situation, and I got really sad for you. My family is fucked up, and I’m hoping they don’t have plans to kill me, but they’re mine and at the end of the day I know they wouldn’t hurt me… too much,” she said looking at the lonely man he must be.

“I’ve got the brotherhood behind me, so don’t you worry. You are going to make it out of this with flying colors.” He didn’t look sad or concerned, and that made her feel better, but she wondered if he was just good at holding those emotions back or if he really gave no fucks about not having any biological family available to comfort him.

“Still you don’t have any word about what’s going on in the streets?” She thought she’d change the subject because she didn’t want it to be uncomfortable for him. He was always trying to soothe her and make her feel good, and here she was throwing in his face how he didn’t have anyone to help him.

“I’ve got lots of words but no resolutions, and that’s what I need right now.”

He was pretty quiet throughout the rest of the meal, and she wondered what was going on in his mind. After the meal was over, he helped her clean the table and put the food away. She thought she may just watch a movie while he did whatever, but when she settled herself on the couch, he returned with the phone.

“Hello,” she said knowing who it probably was but not ready to talk until she was sure.

“Hey Halfpint,” Lucca said from the other end of the phone. She had loved
Little House on the Prairie
when she was little, and he was never going to let her forget that.

“One day, you are going to stop calling me that.” She said in a mockingly serious tone.

“Maybe, but today isn’t that day. How have you been? You know that everyone is looking for you.” Lucca was rarely serious when it came to her, but it seemed like he was making an exception since the situation was dire. The whiplash she almost got from him going from playful to serious made her nauseated, but she knew that this was the main reason for the call.

“I know. How is Papa doing? What is he saying?” She wasn’t really sure she wanted to know what he was saying, but she was a big girl, and she was going to have to find a way to make this right.

“Well you know your Papa... he’s mad as hell and not talking rationally. I won’t even go into what he’s saying because I don’t believe he means it.” Lucca cleared his throat, and that’s when she knew it was bad. For whatever reason, he could say whatever he wanted to almost anyone he wanted, but if he had to lie to her, it was like the words got stuck in his throat. It was a great tell because there were times when he hid so much under his pleasant demeanor and sunny disposition that she had a hard time telling fact from fiction.

There was a short silence that she didn’t know how to fill because she was suddenly terrified. Her father was one of the scariest men she’d ever known, but she’d never been frightened of him until right now. The anger and hostility had never been directed toward her and now that it was, she was she felt like her world was upside down.

“Lorna?” Lucca’s voice pulled her back into the conversation.

“Yeah?” She sounded like they did when she’d got them lost on an expedition into the forest when they were kids. Lucca had come along and joined her, but when she had to admit that they were lost, she cried like a baby. He had been looking at his compass and led them right back to where they were supposed to be. It was then that she knew that he would be the perfect leader, but she hoped her father hadn’t figured that out because she didn’t want him to be in danger.

“You know that bracelet you have that I gave you a few years back?”

“The pink diamond one right? The one that never leaves my wrist? The one that cost over a million dollars? That bracelet?” She knew what he was talking about, but she was still lost in the fog of fear and wanted to show him that she still had some good spirits about her.

“I need you to give it to me for a bit. Your father doesn’t think you’re alive, and I told him that you were, but he needs proof. Everyone knows that you never take it off.” He sounded like he’d tried to think that through, but the plan sounded flawed to her ears.

“Wouldn’t that tell him that I was dead? If I never take it off and it’s off now, what’s the correlation?” She didn’t want to give up her bracelet but more than that she didn’t see what that would do.

“You could write a letter with it. That might give him the proof he wants and needs.” Lucca seemed like he was just trying to do his best, so she decided not to give him a hard time.

“How would I get it to you?” She wasn’t sure what this was, but it didn’t feel right to her. Lucca hadn’t ever directed her the wrong way, so she wouldn’t dispute what he was asking of her. It could have been that there was just so many doubts in her mind, it was making her leery of everything and everyone.

“Give the phone to Aiden. I’ll talk to him about how we can make the switch. I’m going to ask that you don’t come with him because that would be too risky. Don’t argue with him about it, and don’t try to do any dumb stunts. This isn’t like when we were kids going off on a grand adventure. There are real guns involved, and I would roll around in my grave if I knew something happened to you. Please know that I love you and I can’t wait to see you again.”

“You’re not going to kill him are you?” Lorna almost laughed hysterically. This was the weirdest conversation she thought she’d ever had, and with the life she led, that was saying something. It was like telling a five year old not to put something in their mouths when you knew it was their natural instinct.

“That’s not my plan.” The words were delivered in the way he normally spoke, but there was something underlying in them. This was just all kinds of screwed up, and she didn’t know how to take anything. Was she being too sensitive, or did she really hear something sinister in Lucca’s tone?

“That was a really sketchy answer,” she said to him and waited for him to respond, but the answer didn’t come as quickly as she thought it should have.

“Well this is very sketchy business. Like I said it’s not my plan to kill him. I just need the bracelet to slow down their pursuit of you. I’m working with Aiden on some things to clean this mess up, but this shit is getting deep, and I’m not sure if it’s not going to blow up in all of our faces. My advice to you is not to get too wrapped up in this guy. He’s got a bad rep, and all your life you’ve done nothing but try your best to stay away from types like him. Keep that shit up; that guy is going to bring you down.”

“You don’t know that for sure,” she said not willing to accept what her cousin was saying about Aiden as truth.

“You’re right. I don’t. The guy actually seems pretty cool for someone who was sent here to kill me, but the fact remains that you have defied the odds of staying out of trouble for this long, and now here you are with your first criminal type and you’ve disrespected your father, something you’ve never done before, and ran off to warn the enemy in your father’s eyes. You’ve totally lost your senses. Don’t let good dick make you change your life.” Lucca hadn’t ever talked to her like this, but she assumed that the man was trying to look out for her like he always did.

“Alright, Lucca, I’ll think about what you said. I love you too,” she said as she handed the phone to Aiden who was in the next room. The two men talked in hushed voices, or she should say that Aiden did. She couldn’t hear Lucca, but she’d bet he was doing the same thing.

When she heard Aiden disconnect, she wanted go in there and try to find out what was going on. She would learn what she needed to know when she needed to know it. Damn it if she didn’t sound like part of her family right now. She tried to go back to watching the animal life program, but now she was too distracted. After trying for a few more minutes she determined that this was something she was going to have to face, and she wanted some answers from Aiden.

Turning off the television, she went to find Aiden. He didn’t look like he was fairing any better than she was in terms of worrying.

“What’s up, Chuck?” She remembered her cousin saying that to her when he wanted her to laugh because upchuck was in the sentence and of course throwing up was funny as hell to some people. Not really her, but she was trying to butter him up so he would talk to her… really talk to her. Like a confidante and not like someone he was trying to keep safe.

He looked her way and then brought her down to sit on his lap. It was almost like he needed comfort, and she was the one who would give it to him for as long as she could. That touched her heart more than she would ever say. He wasn’t a needy guy and was more focused on giving than receiving so this meant a lot.

“I’m sure your cousin told you he wants to meet to pick up some bracelet that is going to show the world that you are still alive.” How this man could sound like a gruff grandfather and a sullen 4 year old was beyond her, but he had it down packed.

She looked at his face trying to determine the exact expressions that were crossing over it faster than she could catalog them. There was some tension, concern, worry, fret, sadness, and anxiety. That was to be expected, she guessed.

“That’s what he told me, too. Do you think it’s some kind of set up?” She wanted to know what he thought, and she wondered if he’d give her a straight answer.

“I hope not. It sounds like your cousin is looking out for you, and I think he thinks looking out for you means keeping me safe as well. At least for the time being.” He squeezed her just a bit tighter in his arms, and she loved the solid feel of him.

“When are you supposed to go with him?” She turned in his arms to because she wanted to see his face.

“He had it planned to be late tomorrow night, but I wish it were sooner. Waiting makes me crazy. I want to do what has to be done now, and there is another reason I’d like to do this as soon as possible. The Devil’s Stepbrothers are going to be sending in someone else to do my job, and I wanted to get the scoop on when the person would be coming in. I just don’t want this guy to get to Lucca before we can work all this out.”

“I just want everything to be okay.” She snuggled back into him wishing this moment didn’t have to end.

“That’s the same thing that I want, but I don’t know how it’s going to happen.” They were both quiet as they contemplated all of the possible scenarios that could come into play.

“Let’s just wait and see what happens, but know that I’ve had more fun with you in these last few weeks than I’ve ever had with anyone.” She didn’t want this to sound like the farewell portion of the afterschool specials she’d seen when she was younger, but it couldn’t be helped, and it had to be said.

“That sounds like I’m dead already. Let’s not talk like that,” he said with a chuckle.