Aidan didn't even bother answering him since he didn't know what was going to happen within the next few days.
"I'm going to let the fact that you're not answering me go, but keep what I said in mind." Maverick turned away to join the other guys while Aidan went the other way to go meet Lorna. He was so happy that he'd kept his apartment open for three months since he already paid for it why not use it?
"Hey, meet me back here early tomorrow." Maverick was behind him, but Aidan was done with whatever the fuck the man was trying to say.
"I'll be here," Aidan said as he walked out the door of the make shift club house they'd set up temporarily.
It was difficult for the man who was always calm and cool to fathom that he was practically running to meet with Lorna.
When he rounded the corner to her shop, he could see her waiting outside. Pulling up to her, she jumped on the back of his bike.
"GO!" She yelled into his ear, and he took off while he looked around to see who was around them. This wasn't the greeting he had planned on, but he was happy that they were going somewhere. The apartment he'd rented was nearby, so he thought he'd take her there and then find out if they should go somewhere else.
Pulling up behind the building so they could be hidden from the street, he turned off the bike. "Is anyone following you?"
"No, but I only had a certain amount of time that I could be out before my driver came to get me." She hopped off the bike, and he parked it next to the wall.
When he had it all situated, he took off his helmet and locked the bike against a large pole. He had so many questions for her now. It sounded like she had been locked up. Was she harmed? That idea got him so upset he was trying to pull himself together before he faced her. The man had power and the backing of the criminal underworld, but if he hurt his woman there would be hell to pay. It didn't matter that she was his daughter.
"Is this where you're staying?" She asked as she came up behind him to touch his arm. All the fist fucks in the world didn't compare with smelling her sweet, sexy sent and the warm touch of her hand on his skin.
"It's where I stayed when I was here. I went back to live with the Devil's about a month ago. I was going to suggest going somewhere to get something to eat so you didn't feel pressured to do anything." He turned toward her and looked her up and down, so he shouldn't have been alarmed when she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, but he was.
"I know we have a lot to talk about, and I have some apologizing to do, but could we suspend that for a minute? I need your cock before I can even think." She writhed on his cock, and he was impressed with how agile she was just using her arms and legs. It was the sweetest assault he'd ever had. She came at him hungry. Kissing his mouth and face like he'd just returned from the war. Lorna was doing an in air lap dance as she bumped and grinded his cock like a pro. He was hard as hell and not going to stop her. Something about the way she was touching him made him feel things he wasn't sure she was ready for, because he knew for damn sure he wasn't ready. The words of her cousin Lucca came to him often. He liked Lorna a lot, but could he provide the princess type life that she was accustomed to? Not unless he was going to do high crime all the time, and the way they had him working the books and keeping track of the money, it wasn't going to happen.
"Since you were concerned about being seen, maybe we should take this inside." Although nothing would be better than enjoy the rest of her performance by coming in his pants like an untried teen or bending her over his bike in this alleyway that was scented with garbage and shit, he didn't want to face the cavalry that had shown up to pick her up after Lucca's death with his dick hard and his ass exposed.
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.