Viking
The flavor of blood lingers on my tongue long after bashing in Ian and Connor’s faces for how they spoke to Logan.
Priest had a field day with their friends; each of them left with broken limbs, while her stepfamily were given warnings, promising their demise.
Ian took the threat seriously; his son is a little dumber and threw a few of his own around that he’ll never be able to follow through on.
“You know,” Swamp starts, “she’d make a killing on that stage.”
Priest and I instantly send him withering glares. “You looking to die?” He backs off at my growled threat.
“I’m just saying, with her body, that innocent look, she’d make bank.” The fucking idiot doesn’t know when to shut up. Priest clobbers him with a hand up the backside of his head, and he finally mellows out.
“Hellcat!” Logan turns at my shout, the fake smile morphing into a real one as she comes over to me. “This fucker is cut off. Nothing but water or coffee for him the rest of the night.”
“Buzzkill,” Swamp mutters while pouting.
“What’d you do?” she asks while leaning her hip against my shoulder. Dangerous if she isn’t looking to get fucked hard and in public.
Swamp’s gaze shoots from me to Priest and back to Logan before he gulps, then says, “Suggested you’d make a killing on stage.”
Logan freezes before she bursts into laughter—a beautiful fucking sound. “As if. I have two left feet on a good day. I’d break an ankle on that stage.” Shaking her head, she walks back to the bar and laughs with the bartender, who glances over at us and grins, giving a thumbs-up.
Priest drops a hand on my shoulder, preventing me from going over there to kick the guy’s ass.
“She’s taking care of herself. Can’t fault a man for having good taste.
” Shooting my friend a look, he shrugs. “Look, man, at the end of the day, she’s riding our dicks, not some lowlife’s.
We’ve won the fucking jackpot, and she’s too good of a woman to fuck around. ”
Chugging the rest of my beer, I’m relieved to hear “last call” shouted from behind the bar.
The girls on stage are finishing up their final dances of the night, and the servers are cleaning up after customers as they leave.
My gaze follows Logan around the room until she finishes and heads to the back.
“Time for us to go.” I get to my feet and walk over to Trevor, wiping down the bar. “Let her know we’re outside.” He confirms he will and goes back to work.
“We bringing her back to the clubhouse with us?” Priest wonders as we lean against our bikes. Swamp and Easy are waiting with us.
“No. She’s going home. I want her to ask us to bring her back to the club before we take her there again. I’m putting all the decisions on her now because so far, we’ve taken over her world.”
“I don’t like it,” my friend grunts.
“Me either, but Logan is only now getting her first taste of freedom. I don’t want her thinking we’re controlling her, and neither do you.”
“Fair enough.” Once Priest thinks about it, he’ll better understand what I mean.
I continue, “We need to get on planning our trip to Montgomery as well. The sooner those two fuckers are dealt with and out of her life for good, the better.”
“I don’t fucking like it,” Priest says. “She’s too exposed not being with us, and who knows if those assholes took your warning seriously enough to actually leave.”
He paces in front of me, and I understand the frustration and concern. We’ve never had anyone like her in our lives before, and despite the shit we do, the people we get paid to kill, we’ve never felt such a strong connection to a woman like we do Logan.
“Then I guess we’ll just camp out front of her building. They show up, they die.”
Priest’s wicked grin matches my own now, and he finally looks alive.
Logan exits the club with a couple of the dancers, escorted by the bouncers until they reach their vehicles. Her face lights up when she spots us, as if she didn’t know we’d wait.
“You stayed.”
“Of course we did,” Priest says, dragging her into his body and devouring her mouth in a searing kiss that makes her melt in his embrace.
Watching his hands caress across her nearly bare back, veins popping as he digs his fingers into her flesh gets me wondering what it’d feel like to have him doing it to me too.
Fuck.
I try to shake it from my mind, yet the image remains, and I lose control. Squishing Logan between us, I grip his hair and drag him from her lips to mine, uncaring that we have an audience because this is fucking right.
“Holy fuck,” Easy mutters, and I can feel them staring at us, but I don’t care. Not when Logan turns around to rub herself against me. Her lips touch the base of my throat, and she lets out this whiny moan that jerks my dick to life.
“Can we now?” We pull apart at her breathless question.
“Not tonight. You need to rest.” Turning her down is hard as hell. Her pout makes it harder, and I almost cave.
Priest warns, “Don’t pout, sprite. That spanking you’re earning won’t be nearly as fun if you keep it up,” causing her eyes to light up, but she nods. “Good girl,” he whispers against her throat while kissing her. I swear to fuck, the woman purrs like a damn cat every time we praise her.
“Time to get you home, hellcat.”
She looks exhausted, with shadows under her eyes that are barely covered by her makeup. Also, she’s still healing from Connor’s attack several days ago.
“Fine, if I must.” It’s amusing witnessing her dramatic personality come out now that she feels safer with us.
Swatting her ass, she jumps, yelps, and shoots a wink over her shoulder before I pick her up and plant her fine ass on the back of Priest’s bike, where he’s already straddling the beast. Logan doesn’t hesitate to wrap her arms and legs around him after I’ve secured her helmet for the ride.
As I’m about to climb onto my bike, Swamp and Easy raise questioning brows at me while Easy asks, “That’s a new development, right?”
“Yes,” I snarl, not really wanting to answer questions about it.
“So does that mean you like dudes too?” Swamp grins then wipes the look off his face when I move towards him. “No judgment, man, just curious.”
“Just us,” I bark. “Go the fuck home.”
Mounting my bike, she prowls to life like the perfectly tuned beauty she is, and I take off, leading the way to Logan’s apartment, while the others turn around and head back to the clubhouse.
After settling Logan in inside, we remain quiet about standing guard all night because we don’t want her to invite us in.
Not yet. First, I need to find out if Ian and Connor know where she lives.
If Euphoria didn’t have cameras on the outside, I’d have killed those fuckers right then and there.
But I’m not doing prison time for pieces of shit like them.
“So, we’re killing those fuckers soon, right?” Priest asks as we watch the apartment lights go dim as the girls all hit the sack.
“Yeah. I’m thinking within the next 48 hours. You good with that?” I’ve already made an inquiry to Chux, the president of the Alabama chapter in Freedom Falls, to see if he’d send a prospect into Montgomery tomorrow and let us know when our unwanted visitors arrive back home.
“Chux know we’re coming?” Priest reads my mind.
“Yup, prospect will be checking in tomorrow.”
He nods, and we continue to keep an eye on the street from a hidden driveway a few houses down, across the street.
The remainder of the night plays out much the same, quiet and uneventful. By the time we return to the compound, exhaustion has fully set in, and I don’t even notice the hidden cruiser on the highway, camouflaged between trees.
“What the fuck.” Pissed off, I get off my bike and prepare to square off with the dickhead looking to meet some quota. “Problem?” I look the cop dead in the eye while Priest remains behind my bike, straddling his own still.
“You were going ten over the limit,” he stammers out. His young ass has no fucking clue, and I’m not in the mood to teach him a lesson.
“Ten. You want to hit me with ten over? You fucking serious?”
Watching him swallow as his steps falter, I can tell he’s new on the job, and it’s likely one of his first times out on his own. He has no fucking clue what to do with us.
“Call your fucking boss.” I cross my arms, lean back on my bike seat, and wait for him to make a decision. He heads back to his unit and takes off, sirens flashing, fishtailing on the gravel.
“Tuck and run, huh. They sure aren’t training them like they used to,” Priest laughs as we get back on our bikes and continue on our way. This day can’t fucking be over soon enough for me.