Aidan (Devil's Stepbrothers MC)(32)

"Hey!" barked Antonio, "Unharmed, untouched, unpunched. Walk him out and leave him out there without a scratch …  you hear me?"



"Yes, boss," said the guy who looked hungry to fight.



Aidan should have been happy that he'd live to see another day but he  was a bit perturbed that one, Lorna may be getting married, two, he  wasn't any closer to seeing her than he was before he decided on this  dumbass idea, and three he really wanted to fuck one of these losers up.  They were all bad asses when they had a gun, but Aidan was born and  raised in the street. Fighting was a way of life, and he loved to use  his skills, especially when he had so much rage and nowhere for it to  go. He walked out the door, but he turned around to see a weird look on  the man's face. It wasn't like he had time to figure it out before  hungry guy told him to move. He walked out of the establishment thinking  about his next move.



***



His cell phone vibrated, and he frowned at it. Who would be texting him  at this time of night? He'd kept the throw away phone in case Lorna  wanted to call him, but it had been about 3 weeks since he'd visited  Antonio and a month since he'd seen Lorna, so getting something from her  now on a random Thursday seemed unlikely. It was probably the company  telling him that his minutes were up or he had to renew something.  Rolling over in bed, he picked up the cell and saw that he indeed had a  text.



889-555-4256 - You are a low down dirty asshole. I wish I'd never met  you. Not only did you kill my cousin, but you stole from me. Was  anything that you said to me true? There is no honor among thieves. My  Papa told me that, but I believed in you more. I just wanted to take a  minute to tell you that you suck and karma is a bitch. I hope all the  bitches you're fucking give you all kinds of STD's. Fuck you.



He sold drugs for a while in the beginning of his time here at the club  and he could never understand how these people craved and hungered for  something so desperately. Unfortunately, now he knew. Aidan hungered for  Lorna like a drug addict. That had to be the case when this nasty text  calling him names and wishing diseases on him made him happier than a  druggie that scored a free duffle bag full dope. The fact that she was  mad and thinking about other women pissed her off even more gave him  hope. Wow. What a sick fuck he was.



He looked at the text over and over again, even sitting up in bed to  make sure that he was awake. There were so many things that he'd wanted  to address with her, like the fact that he'd been holding her bracelet  the whole time because he wanted to return it to her personally. It was  like Lorna just fell off the face of the earth, and after he talked to  her dad, he still couldn't find hide nor hair of her. Her house still  wasn't lived in, and her shop was still closed down. Maybe the father  was telling the truth about the wedding too.         

     



 



Aidan - Did you finalized the plans for your wedding?



Lorna - What wedding? Don't think I don't know how this whole change the  subject thing goes. That is my number one tactic. Try again dick face.



Aidan  –  I'm going to call you. Pick up.



Lorna  –  You'd better not call me. I'll ask the questions. You just want  to get me all wound up but that magic cock you've been spreading all  over town won't work for me.



Aidan wondered what she'd heard about him and he also wondered what made her text him today.



Aidan  –  I understand that you're upset, but you didn't hear me out about Lucca. I didn't kill him.



Aidan sat there like a junkie watching his phone and waiting for the  next text, but it never came. Hours passed, and he held on to the phone  like he was an idiot. What if something were wrong with her, and he  didn't check. He wasn't going to call because she asked him not to, but  it was hard just sitting here. Placing the phone back down, he tried to  get comfortable on the bed.



"Fuck that," he said to the empty room. If he wanted to see what was  going on he was going to have to return to her town. Maverick was  setting up shop so they could do business in the urban area where Lorna  lived. Apparently it had a lot of untapped resources that the guys had  found while doing intel for the job he didn't quite finish. He picked up  his other cell, the one he used regularly, and called Maverick.



Of course, the man didn't say anything when he called as was the way of  the Devil's Stepbrothers, you let the caller make the first move.



"Mav?" Aidan said with impatience. The man was going to make him go off  and then he'd look like the lunatic he felt like. There was a reason he  tried to keep himself calm, cool, and collected. When you were out of  control, you didn't think well, and you sounded irrational. That wasn't  what he wanted. Taking a deep breath, he tried to settle himself before  he sounded crazy.



"Dude, what the fuck are you calling me so early in the morning for?  It's … " There was a short pause while Maverick checked the time. "4  o'clock in the morning."



"Yeah, I know, sorry about that. Look I want to be part of the new group  going to Leesville." Aidan knew that it really wasn't a good time to  ask this since part of the calm, cool, and collected is acting  rationally. Calling at this time in the morning with a question that  could have waited until morning wasn't a good way to come across.



"You woke me up at this time of night to tell me some shit like this?  Why couldn't this wait until the morning?" Maverick grumped.



"It is morning." Aidan knew he was being a smart ass, but it was the  first time in the last few weeks that he'd even felt like making a joke,  so he was damn well going to make one.



"That's where the princess lives …  that's why you want to go there,  right?" Mav was waking up, and Aidan could tell that he was going to be  dishing up his own kind of justice since he'd been disturbed.



"Don't call her that …  and yes she lives there."



"I don't know if I want you going with us. Her father Antonio is a hard  ass, and we're going to be in his spot. I know he doesn't know us well,  but with you with us, we may not even get a running start."



"If you don't want me to come with you I understand that, but I will be  going. I don't have a problem leaving the crew and going out there  solo." Aidan didn't want to give ultimatums, but this was a fact. He  didn't want Mav to think he was just going to leave him behind without  telling him that he would still be there, but just not under The Devil's  Stepbrother's jurisdiction.



"Sounds serious. Let me get back to you." The phone hung up, and Aidan  wondered if he would even remember this conversation when he woke up at  his regular time.



Aidan was just sitting there, waiting. It had been a few hours, and he  decided to take a shower. That would pass some time and maybe chill him  out.



He'd thought about turning the water to cold, but decided there was no  need to add more misery to the piles that he'd been accumulating for  what seemed like forever.



The warm water hit him and felt like tiny fingers all over his body. He  didn't know if it was the text that he'd gotten from Lorna or what, but  his cock was harder than it had been in a while. What started off as him  wanting to relax had moved on to something else.



After squeezing some liquid soap into his hand he grabbed his cock and  pumped quickly. He wasn't one for masturbation as he liked to get  pleasure from a pussy, mouth, or someone else's hand, but he'd not been  in the mood to get anything from anyone else. It wasn't like the ladies  hadn't tried, but he just wasn't interested. His cock was interested  now, and fuck did it feel like heaven.         

     



 



He dipped to tug on his nuts a few times just to remind himself of Lorna  and how she liked that little detour every once in a while. All he  could hear was the water from the shower, but his imagination could  conjure up Lorna's sweet husky voice from memory. That she loved to suck  his cock made how she worked him even better. She hummed and moaned so  much when she took him between his lips like he was her very favorite  flavor and damn if that didn't make him come even harder.



He liked to work his cock right under the head a few times between  stroking his entire length it held him off a bit and got his  anticipation higher. Putting his head back against the wall of the  shower he polished his knob until there was a froth of bubbles that he'd  created with this friction. It had started with him using his hand to  stroke his cock, but now it was more like him fucking his hand. His head  was back, and it felt like every muscle in his body was bowed with  tension. He wanted it to last almost as he wanted to explode all over  his shower wall. Looking down at the frothy bubbles almost gave him a  moment's reprieve, but it was short lived. He was on a very short leash.