She stopped kissing him and stared disappointedly as she unlocked her legs from around his ass and slid down to the ground. “You’re probably right. Lead the way.”
They were up in the secured space quickly, and he was grateful that he place was at least clean. He’d spent most of the time over at her house, and the few nights he did use it, the only thing he did was sleep there.
He knew that he’d stopped her from what she wanted before, but they’d agreed that they were meeting to talk. If she wanted more, he was happy to oblige, but he didn’t want to force her. This meeting was something she set up, so he’d let her go for it.
“I don’t have anything to offer you except maybe a water,” he said as he went to open the refrigerator.
“That’s okay. I have to say a few things and then we can go from there.” She was nervous, and although there weren’t many things he thought were cute, but watching her in his space and having her care was touching.
He pulled out the two waters anyway. It gave him something to do with his hands, and he offered one to her when he got closer. Sitting on the couch together, he waited for her to start speaking, but it was taking so long he wondered if she again changed her mind.
“I want to apologize for thinking the worst of you. When you came back to the cabin and told me that Lucca was dead, I didn’t want to believe you, and then I believed that you killed him yourself. That was because someone who I’ve always believed in told me he knew that you did for a fact. I’ve been raised with criminals all my life, and I don’t know that I know an honest person. It was easy to believe that I’d been duped by a sexy, charming person who was also a hit man.” She took a deep breath, and he moved closer to her so he could give her some support through what would have to be a hard conversation for her. She was admitting that she was wrong, and that was a huge step. He’d known several people who wouldn’t have even been able to get that far.
Lorna picked up the water and opened the cap before she took a few long pulls at the bottle. He knew that it would come in handy, but he refrained from saying so. Watching her drink her water shouldn’t have been sexual, but just watching her do anything could get him going. The fact that he was with her after weeks of thinking he’d never see her again was making him giddy.
“I felt the disconnect from you as soon as you entered the house. Looking back, I probably knew something had happened, but I didn’t want to believe it was that.”
“When I got back, you claimed that you missed me and that was why you were so hot to have me as soon as I walked in the door. Does that mean that you didn’t really miss me when I was gone? Or was there another reason why you were so frantic?” He hadn’t wanted to say anything as to stop the flow of her conversation, but he had to ask questions as she went along because he didn’t want to forget anything.
“No. I did miss you, and I was feeling very anxious. When I was a little girl and my father would leave to go out on business I’d wait for him to return. I hated for him to leave, but I knew it was part of his job. There wasn’t a time that my mother didn’t encourage me to go to bed and tell me he’d be home in the morning, but I felt like if I could just wait up for him, then he’d be alright.”
“That sounds like a good little girl who wanted everyone safe. Don’t make yourself feel bad about that.” He wanted to wrap his arms around her, but he didn’t know if that would stop the conversation, and he really needed to know what had happened and what was going on now.
“Well one day he didn’t come home when he normally did, and I was frantic. I woke my mother and made her contact him only to find out that he’d been shot. It must not have been a major injury because they brought him to the house and had our doctor see him in his bed, but there was so much blood, cursing, and screaming. All from the man who was always calm and cool. You remind me a little bit of him.” She sounded like she was getting to where she wanted to go with this story, and he didn’t want to interrupt, so he kept quiet and continued to watch her face, but he wanted her to know that he was paying attention.
“That sounds like a lot of responsibility and pressure to put on yourself.”
“It was, but it’s just the way I’m made. When you left that night, the thoughts I had with my father when I was younger came back to me for you. What if I never see him again? What could I have done differently to make the most out of our time together? Those questions made me crazy, and the meeting that I assumed would take about an hour took three, so when I saw you I was just so happy that you weren’t hurt. It only registered slightly that you weren’t really into everything like I was.”
“It wasn’t that I wasn’t into it. I knew when you found out about your cousin you’d regret what we were doing, and I never wanted to be a regret to you. I tried to tell you a few times, but then I thought that maybe you knew something and wanted one more time or you didn’t want to talk about it. I couldn’t let that happen because I wanted you to hear from me the details of the night. It was going to be hard, and I didn’t know what you wanted to do, but you surprised me when you said you had called your father and wanted him to pick you up. When I watched them hustle you into the car, I wasn’t sure what was happening, but I thought I’d be able to talk to you later. Even if it was just to make sure you were alright.” Now it was his turn to drink down his beverage, and he hated that he didn’t have anything stronger than water. A conversation like this needed vodka or bourbon, but at least a beer would have been nice.
“When I got to my house, the ear beating began about how I defied him and ran off with Lucca’s killer. It was nonstop. I worked to make that boutique what it was, but it was financed by my father and so was my home, so he took all that away from me. I believed that you’d killed Lucca even when you told me that your club had sent someone else because that was just too damn convenient. Stuff like that only happens in the movies, and since my life has never been that scripted, the whole scenario seemed ridiculous.”
“What made you change your mind? I got your text. The one where you cursed me and my dick to diseased pussy for life or something like that.” He wanted to know what made her contact him, but also he wanted to put a smile on her face. She looked like she hadn’t laughed in weeks, and he wanted to be the one to break the spell.
“I was just so angry at you. Earlier that day, my father had told me that you’d set up a meeting with him to bargain over my bracelet. He said that you wanted the money for it before you’d give it back. Then he told me he gave you two hundred thousand for it and he would give you the other two hundred thousand when you returned it, but you never came back, but you sold it for half a million dollars to someone he knew. He said you were seen out partying and using all that money on booze, drugs, and sex.” She was watching him closely like she was going to be able to tell from his reaction what was real and what wasn’t.
It was hard to listen to what she’d been told without getting upset, but he could do it. They were talking, and he’d be able to tell him her side when he calmed down. He stood up from the couch and walked over to the window.
“I can tell you want to say something.” She’d come behind him and wrapped her arms around him. He didn’t know what to say, and he didn’t want to bash her father, but it was going to have to happen if he wanted her to know the truth.
“I did set up a meeting with your father because I wanted to see you. It was hard trying to figure out where your father is, but when I stalked your house a few days and your boutique I could tell that you were nowhere to be found. That worried me. I didn’t think your father would do away with you, but I have known parents that have offed their kids for less.” He turned in her arms and wrapped his arms around her while she looked up into his face.
“My father wouldn’t kill me.” Lorna’s face said she believed that, but Aiden didn’t know the man well enough to know that at the time or now.
“Have you been locked away? Out on the street, you said you only had a few minutes by yourself before they were comi
ng to get you.” He didn’t like the expression on her face. Her father may not kill her physically, but he was smothering her emotionally. If she wasn’t able to go around on her own steam at the ripe age of 27, then he was no better than an abductor.
“I wouldn’t call it locked away.” She unlocked her arm from around him and turned to go, but he held her hand so she couldn’t get far. They’d been apart for so long, and he didn’t know how much longer they’d be together, but for now he wanted to touch her… lick her…suck her and bite her. They hadn’t gotten to that part, but his body was still zinging from their time in the alley.
“Then what would you call it?”
“He thinks he’s protecting me.” She said looking a bit uncomfortable.
“From what…or should I say from who?”
“If you said who, you’d be more correct. I think he is afraid that if he lets me out of his sight, you’ll find me and kill me too.”
“Baby, your father knows I didn’t kill Lucca. There is no way he would have let me leave his place of business if he did. The men who escorted me out wanted a piece of me like you wouldn’t believe, and I was hoping that he would tell them to rough me up a bit because I wanted a good fight.”
“My father also thought that I told you where to find him. I never agreed or disagreed, but I wondered that too.”
“It took a lot of money and some time to get the information, and after that, I still didn’t know that he’d see me. When I got the appointment, I was sure that was going to be my last day on this earth.”
“Then why did you go?” She honestly looked puzzled.
“Because I wanted to make sure that you were okay. I asked him if I could return your bracelet to you and have a few words face to face. I didn’t want him to put you on the phone. I wanted to see you. Also knowing that there is little honor among criminals, I didn’t know what he would have told you if I just handed him the piece.”
“So you still have it?” She asked him like it was hard for her to believe his story, and he could understand that.
He let go of her hand so he could reach into his pocket and pull out her beautifully sparkling pink diamond bracelet. She held her arm out so he could put it on, and she looked so pleased to have it back where it was supposed to be.
“That’s a great way to answer the question.” She held her hand up like she’d missed her bracelet, and he was happy that he had it to return to her.
“If you thought that I’d killed Lucca and your father agreed and persecuted you for it, what changed your mind?”
The smile that had been on Lorna’s face slipped off her face like an icicle that dropped to the ground in the thaw.
“I’d been drinking the night I texted you. I didn’t even know I was writing you until my youngest brother woke me up and wanted to talk to me. He’s always been the sneaky one of the bunch. I don’t know that’s because it’s in his nature or because he’s young and no one tells him anything so he has to do his own intel, but it really works for him.” She looked up like she didn’t know he was still hanging on her every word.
He nodded so she could continue.
“He told me that Papa was getting blackmailed by someone, and he was thinking of paying the man. I don’t have a lot of honest people around me, but Frankie is the salt of the earth. Also he has no filter, so what you see is what you get. He’s not for a lot of bullshit, so I don’t think the family business would be for him, but that’s for him to work out later.”
“Someone is blackmailing the kingpin?” It took a lot to shock Aiden because he’d been around for a long time, and the shit pile could get deep when you were dealing with high ranking criminals. “For what?”
“There is a tape of what happened in that warehouse, and it’s not matching the story he’s telling everyone.” She looked at him like she wanted him to say something or like she thought he’d be upset, but the truth was he was happier than he could ever be. There was no way he would have been able to convince anyone that what he said was true. It reminded him of the good little Sunday school boy that had ransacked the room when the teacher had gone and then he’d blamed Aiden. There was no way that anyone believed that he didn’t do that, and the punishment he’d received from his then foster father had taught him a good lesson.
No one trusts the unknown person, and he was always the unknown.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Lorna was torn. Aiden deserved to hear the truth about what had gone on, but she wanted to strip him down and suck on his cock so bad it was like a compulsion. He was still as hot as she remembered, even more so when she thought about all he’d gone through to help her and find her.
He stood there still like he wanted to know the information but didn’t want to pump her, so she just offered it.
“He’s telling everyone that the President of the Undertakers pulled the trigger when he knows that it was Leon who ordered the hit. Supposedly there was something going on between Leon and Lucca that the man didn’t want public. There are all types of speculation, but since Lucca isn’t alive to tell the tale, the answers will stay within Leon’s control.” She didn’t like the things people were saying about her cousin especially since he couldn’t defend himself, but there was nothing to be done.
“So the Undertakers are hassling him?” His face was all squinted up as he tried to figure out what was going on.
“No, it’s another group that want us to do business with them. I’ll admit it seems like a shaky way to start a business venture, but what do I know? I just like to sell pretty dresses so I can get a discount.” She wanted to lighten up the mood like he tried to do earlier, but he was more difficult to shake than she was apparently.
“The Devil’s Stepbrothers are in town now working on getting a feel for what business would be easiest to jump into. This place is like a mecca for crime.” He brought her back to his arms and rubbed her back.
“That’s the truth that I know.” She was talking about his facts, and his hands continued rubbing up and down in a calming but arousing way. This is what she’d missed when she wasn’t with him… this is what had made her feel so guilty. She needed him when she was mourning Lucca, but that was so ridiculous because she had been told that Aiden was the one who killed him. The pain of wanting him but not having him at such a hard time was even more heartbreaking. That her father knew that and still told her a lie would have to be dealt with later. It was more important that she find out where Aiden was mentally than to worry about her father.
“When we first started, you sounded like you wanted me to know what’s going on with you and then we’d talk about what’s next, but I don’t see what’s wrong.” He was looking at her just like the time they’d been together. She thought he would demand more information or at least ask why she hadn’t believed him when he’d told her what happened.
“I come with a lot of baggage. My papa is a crime lord, and I’m basically a prisoner in my own home. If you chose to get involved with me, it would be a battle, and I don’t want that for you.” She knew that he was no stranger to things like this, but her father was changing into someone she didn’t know. It was one thing to lie to the competition or someone on the street, but he had broken her trust. The man lied on someone he knew she had a strong feeling for and made her feel bad about the whole situation, making her feel like she’d not only slept with Lucca’s killer but lead him to his death… that was unforgivable.
“Do you come with a lot of baggage? Hell yes, but you come with a lot of good stuff too,” he said with that look on his face that let her know that he was preparing to talk dirty.
“Like what?” She had been waiting for this part, so she wasn’t going to shy away from it. Lorna had missed him as much as or more than she missed his thick hard cock, and that was saying something.
“You’ve got a sweet round ass that sounds so sexy when I give it a tap, a juicy pussy that squeezes my cock like no other, and nice round tits that I love to suck and bite.” He took her boob
s into his hands and squeezed as he talked.
“Is that all I am to you? An ass, a pussy, and a pair of boobs?” She couldn’t help messing with him, but it wasn’t going to last long; he couldn’t want to fuck as badly as she did. There was just no way. Did she want to ask about how many other pussies his cock had slammed and tits he’d squeezed? Kind of, but it didn’t really matter now. He was going to be doing her tonight, and for that she was grateful. She didn’t know where all this would lead, but right now it was leading to his bedroom.
“I’ll work with this for now and then let you know what I come up with after the first few rounds.”
She grabbed his cock through his pants and was impressed with how hard he was. She knew it would have gone down from where they were together in the alleyway, but sometime in the last few minutes he’d gotten right back to the stage where they had left off.
“Keep your hands to yourself,” he said in a deep voice that told her he wasn’t playing, but that made it all the sexier.
“If I don’t, then what are you going to do about it?” She pouted. If she was going to play this role, then she’d do it to the hilt. There was something that they hadn’t worked their way up to, and if she has to be stuck in her childhood bedroom with only her vibrator and memories, she was going to make the most of the time they spent together.
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