Chapter 4
Four
LOKI
A fter fighting with Grease, I drag myself out of the gym and into the main building. I walk through the halls, wincing when I lean too far to the right and my ribs pull. Grease got in a good hit to them, and there’s no doubt they will be bruised tomorrow. I got in a few good licks myself. He’ll be sporting a new scar right above his left eye from a split. The fucker is probably in his room right now, gluing it shut as we speak.
When I reach my room, I strip quickly before jumping in the shower. I lean my head against the sidewall of the shower, watching as streams of red swirl with the water and wash down the drain. Watching the rivers of blood is hypnotizing and calms my heart and mind. Grease and Hitter are the only ones who can land a solid punch on me. Swift has gotten me a few times, but it got more challenging for him once I matched his speed. We haven’t sparred in years, though. Keeping the club running smoothly takes too much of his time. I finish washing up just as I hear a pounding on the door.
“Loki, fucker, I know you’re in there. Come on, I need you,” I hear someone yelling from the other side of the door. It sounds like the Prospect, but I can’t be sure. “We’re all waitin’ in the common room.”
I hear the slight twang to the voice, and I know for sure that’s Beau. What the fuck is he doing, beating on people’s doors and yelling like that? He’ll be lucky if I don’t pistol-whip his bitch ass or, better yet, tie him to a wheel, spin it around, and practice my aim with my knives. I shake my head at that thought, smiling but hurrying to get dressed. I’ve never heard his voice so frantic. He’s coming into the fold and will soon be a full-fledged brother. I get dressed and get to the common room. Beau is the only prospect in the room, but most of my brothers are at the bar—Grim, Hitter, Swift, Comp, and Grease. The only ones missing are Cutter, who's probably tattooing some high-end client, and Volt and Drift, who are still on the road.
“What the fuck is all the yelling about, fucker? You’re lucky I was in the shower and didn’t stab your ass through the fucking door,” I bark, staring down Beau. Usually, that would make a man gulp and think twice, but it looks like Beau is too far gone.
“I was about to ask the same thing. What the fuck is going on, Prospect?” Swift cuts in with an edge to his voice, clearly not happy about being summoned.
“Look, I know I’m not a patched-in member yet, but I have this friend….” he starts, and I wonder if it’s the girl he’s a bit smitten with. “She works at the gas station on the south side. She’s being stalked by some fucker that won’t leave her alone. He destroyed her car yesterday while I was there. I just went by like I do every day, and she wasn’t at work. The owner said she didn’t call in or anything, which is not like her. I’m worried.” He finishes, and my brothers and I all look at each other. Hitter’s the first to speak.
“Are you sure she’s not just sick and staying home?” he asks, and Beau is already shaking his head.
“Yeah, maybe she is still asleep and forgot to call in,” Comp says, shrugging his shoulders.
“Or maybe she just left town to get away from the asshole messing with her,” Grease chimes in.
“Look, I know it sounds crazy, but I think something happened. I already asked Comp to get her address. You don’t have to ride with me. I’ll go alone, but I wanted to give you all the heads up just in case. I just need to make sure she’s safe.” Beau huffs stressfully, running his hand through his dark blonde hair.
“We ride together, Prospect. We got your back, always,” Grim says, standing.
“No one goes into a situation like this alone,” I say to him, and Swift looks at me with a raised brow.
“What?” I ask wide-eyed. When he just stares at me, I sigh. “Fine, anymore. No one goes into a situation alone anymore.”
“Good to know,” Grim says, smirking at me.
“Geez, you fuckers are a bunch of bitches. It was only a couple times,” I tell them, and they all look at me.
“Fine, more than a few. Can we concentrate on the current situation?” I grump, looking back at Beau.
“Comp got me the address. I’m heading there now, with or without you. No offense, but we’re just wasting time debating Loki’s crazy, which will never be resolved,” he says, walking around the bar and toward the door.
Fucker’s got a point. I look at my brothers before shrugging, turning, and following him out the door. He hops on his bike as the brothers pile out of the building behind us. We all mount our rides, and Beau looks at Swift.
“You get to lead this one, Prospect. We’ve got your back,” Swift says, starting his Harley.
We all roll out, with Beau leading the way. It feels weird having Swift beside me and Grease, our road captain, in the back. It only takes us about eight minutes to get to a tiny apartment in a really shitty area. This part of town is mainly depleted, except for some of the rundown apartment buildings, which are barely still standing. There’s one corner market that looks to be crumbling, and that’s about it. We pull up outside a building with broken numbers on it. I think it’s supposed to read “1771,” but god only knows. It looks like a bullet hole took off half of the first number. Beau hops off first, rushes through the building's shitty main entrance, and makes his way toward the apartment door.
“Halle, you in there, darlin’?” Beau says, banging on the front door. There’s no answer, so Beau repeatedly bangs on the door, yelling for this Halle chick.
“MOTHER FUCKING CRAZY ASS BITCH!” we hear roared from inside. I shove Beau out of the way and bring my boot up before slamming it against the door and knocking it entirely off its hinges. We stomp over the shitty excuse of a door as we hurry inside. The minute I’m in the kitchen, I stop dead in my tracks. I am fucking dumbfounded at the scene in front of me… Then, a slow smile spreads across my face.
“Ahhh, fuck,” I mutter, reaching down and adjusting myself.
“What?” Swift asks, coming to stand beside me.
“I just fell as hard as you bitches. That one is mine!” I say, smirking and pointing at the tiny little thing in front of me.
“The one currently gluing a man’s dick to her kitchen table? That’s the one you're choosing?” Swift asks, lifting a brow.
“Yeah, that one’s mine. She’s fucking perfect. Damn, my dick likes her too,” I say, pointing at my growing erection, not shy in the fucking least. Holy shit, she is the most perfect creature on the planet.
She is small, five foot two at most, with blonde hair and big blue eyes filled with excitement as she laughs and squeezes more crazy glue onto the table.
“Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Comp asks from behind me. Well, if that isn’t a loaded fucking question. I smirk at him before turning and looking back at my woman, my forever, whether she likes it or not. She’s just about to grab the fucker's dick and press it onto the table, but before she can, I walk up behind her and grab her around the waist, lifting her and pulling her back against my chest.
“Ah, ah, ah. No more touching this fucker's dick. No more touching anyone’s dick but mine, pet,” I tell her and feel her go stiff in my arms.
I don’t have time to dodge before she pulls her head forward and then back… hard. I hear the crack of my nose and feel the blood rush down to my mouth from the blow. Oh, she has spirit.
Yummy. Yeah, I’m a fucking goner.
“Oh, that was a good hit, pet, but all you’re doing is sealing your fate with me.” I chuckle as my brothers look between the two of us and roll their eyes.
“Let me go. I was just getting to the good part, you fucker,” my pet says, trying to shove away from me.
“Prez, can we get him off the table and back to the compound?” Beau asks, walking into the room.
“Oh, hey, Beau, what are you doing here?” my pet innocently asks the prospect.
I growl at the thought of her knowing the little shit before me, remembering the look on his face when he was texting her. My blood boils as I recall all my conversations with him about her—about my woman.
“If you’re going to growl like that big guy, at least turn me around and do it in the right spot. I love a good motorboating session,” my woman sasses at me, and fuck, her mouth has me practically drooling.
“Come on, let’s get him off the table and out of here,” Swifts says, sighing.
“Oh, come on! You guys are ruining all my fun!” she huffs, and I need to see her. I turn her in my arms and stare down at the beauty currently in the throes of torture, covered in blood and pieces of skin. God, that has to be sexier than her being in the throes of passion… maybe. Probably not. We’ll just have to see about that later.
“Fuckers! What the fuck is wrong with you ruining EVERYTHING!” she yells in my face; I tilt my head to the side and lock my eyes with her fiery ones just as my grin makes another appearance. Shit, this woman has me hard as fuck, and my insides blazing to possess every inch of her.
I look at my brothers and see them all staring at her in shock. No one ever raises their voice to me. Well, not twice, at least. Usually, people see me coming and avoid me at all costs. If it isn’t the deadly persona, it’s the crazy fucking look on my face. This woman doesn’t give two shits, and fuck, I think I’m in love.
She finally takes a breath, and I cut in. “Pet, I got something for you to play with.” I can’t take it anymore; I lean down and slam my mouth on hers. I know she probably tastes the blood from her breaking my nose, but the way she attacks me back and climbs me like a fucking tree tells me she doesn’t fucking care.
Perfection.
If I wasn’t in love before, I sure as fuck am now.