Chapter 16
Sixteen
LOKI
“ W ell, what do you guys think? Think they are going to like it?” I ask my brothers as we stare at the finished princess room for Rae.
“No way in hell they won’t,” Comp says, looking around, trying not to smile. I can always tell when he’s trying not to laugh because his scar pulls the corner of his mouth and goes white instead of its usual pink.
“What’s so funny?” I ask him. Finally, he lets the smile loose.
“I’m just trying to picture three big bad bikers picking out everything for a princess-themed room. Did anyone get pictures?” he asks with a shit-eating grin.
“Shut the fuck up,” Hitter tells him, punching him in the arm.
“Just wait until you have a little girl,” Swift tells him, rolling his eyes. That stops his laughing. Comp’s head drops a bit as he inhales deeply.
“Not in the cards for me, brother,” he says somberly.
“Why the fuck not?” Swift asks, confused.
“Ain’t no woman gonna want to be stuck with an ugly mug like this,” Comp says, motioning to his face.
That just pissed me right the fuck off.
“Who the fuck told you that? I want a name,” I snarl, grabbing my knife from its sheath and gripping it in my fist. He looks down at it and shakes his head before bringing his gaze back over to me.
“Many people have made comments in the past, Loki. Shit, I’ve said it myself. Just let it go, brother,” he says before turning and leaving the house. We hear the door shut quietly downstairs and turn to each other.
“He’s going to find a woman who’s going to think he holds the moon in the palm of his hands, and he’s going to fuck it all up because of that damn scar,” Hitter says, still looking at the door Comp left through while shaking his head in disbelief.
“All we can do is try to knock some sense into him. Hopefully, we can somehow make sure the woman he ends up with is just as stubborn and tough as our women,” Swift says as I place my knife back in its holster. Prez has a point. Now that I’ve found my Lil Psycho, whose demons perfectly match the ones in my soul, I hope the rest of my brothers find who they need to complete their lives.
Damn, I have to tell my pet that one; she’ll think I’m turning into fucking Shakespeare or some shit.
“Speaking of the women. We might want to go get the kids before they come looking for us,” Hitter says, turning and starting out the door.
“Good idea,” I say, following them down the stairs and out of the house. I feel like a fucking kid in a candy store. I can’t wait to show Halle, Rome, and Rae their new home.
“Did Comp ever find out about Rome and Rae’s birth parents?” Hitter asks as we make our way back to the clubhouse.
“Yeah, he got me a picture of them together that I want to give the kids. I just want Rome and Rae to be able to talk to us about them first before giving it to them. Don’t want to bring back some bad memories if they have any memories of them at all. Either way, we want them to come to us,” I tell him.
“So, how did their parents die?” Swift asks.
“The cops ruled it a murder/suicide, but from the little bit of information on the police report, it doesn’t sit right with me. Their dad was the district attorney,” I tell them, and they both stop to look at me.
“Holy shit, I remember that case. A home invasion gone wrong,” Hitter says, nodding.
“I’m having Comp look into it more. I need more details to give my kids closure should they need it. We will see what happens,” I tell them.
“Keep us updated, brother,” Swift tells me. I give him a chin lift before we split.
Swift, Hitter, Grim, Grease, and I are all sitting in Swift’s living room watching UGA beat Alabama in the SEC championship. Hitter suddenly jumps to his feet.
“Motherfucker!” he yells.
“What the fuck is going on?” I ask on high alert.
“You know how I had that tracker planted in Izzy’s engagement ring?” he asks, seething.
“Yeah,” I say with a shrug. I really wish he would get to the fucking point. Hitter curses under his breath as he turns and makes his way to the door.
“It shows the girls are fucking at Devils Crossroads,” he says, opening the door with a bit too much force.
“Motherfucker!” Swift and I both yell. I jump to my feet and rush after Hitter and Swift. Just as we step out onto the porch, Swift’s phone rings.
“What?” he snaps, not even looking at the phone. Swift puts it on speaker before racing down the stairs toward our bikes.
“Prez, I just walked into work and thought you might want to know… your woman, Izzy, and Halle are all here at the bar,” Beau’s voice says through the phone.
“We’re headed your way now. Keep your eyes on them,” Swift says, about to hang up when Beau speaks again.
“You may want to hurry, Prez. Looks like it’s going to be a rowdy night, and the show’s about to start,” he says cautiously.
“Shit,” Swift says, this time hanging up and roaring his bike to life. Hitter and I are right there with him, riding his ass as we make our way to our newly opened bar. I swear to fuck, when I get my hands on my pet, her punishment will be so severe she won’t be able to fucking sit for a week, and not in a good way, either.
We pull up in the parking lot of Devils Crossroads and are off our bikes before they come to a complete stop.
“Hitter, you take the bar. I’ll move toward the back and the restrooms. Loki, you take the dance floor,” Swift tells us. We both nod before walking in the door and stopping short at the sight in front of us.
“I don’t think we need to split up, Prez. Of course, our women are right in the middle of the fucking fight,” I growl as we make our way through the crowd toward them.
“Shit, our women are probably the reason for the fight,” Hitter grumbles, and Swift sighs before nodding in agreement.
“Angel, get your ass over here,” Hitter calls above the music.
Izzy, who’s currently holding a girl back by the hair, immediately lets go and holds her hands out, making her way toward Hitter’s voice. He meets her halfway before pulling her into his arms. I watch as Swift walks over to Piper, who has her foot between another woman’s shoulder blades, telling her to stay down. He throws his arm over her shoulder, and she immediately melts into him.
Then there’s my woman. Shit ain’t going to be that simple, but I wouldn’t have her any other way. My woman is on top of another woman, pounding the shit out of her face. There is blood all over, and while the sight is hot as hell… one of the new favorites of my pet, I know I need to get her before she completely loses her shit. There are way too many witnesses for my liking. I grab her around the waist, but she fights me from pulling her away.
“Pet,” I warn as my arm squeezes around her small frame. While I can tell she doesn’t want to stop, she follows me back as I pull her off the woman. The chick can barely see through her swollen eyes, but she still has the fucking nerve to talk.
“Crazy ass, bitch,” she spits.
“Well, shit,” I mutter as I feel Halle’s whole body go tense before she pulls off some kick-ass ninja turn that gives her just enough room to kick the bitch right in the throat, tossing her backward.
Well, hot fuck—I knew my pet was a badass, but that move right there was priceless and in perfect form. For a second there, I almost forget all about my pet’s punishment, but she’s not that lucky.
“Dammit, we need to get them the fuck out of here,” Swift says, looking around at the crowd still gawking. I pick Halle up, tossing her over my shoulder, being sure to place my hand on the bottom of her skirt so she doesn’t flash any of these fuckers and make me get my knives all bloody.
We make it outside, and the noise level automatically sinks into the background. As a whole, we place our women in front of our parked bikes, take a step back, and cross our arms, giving them the ‘you done fucked up’ look.
“Explain. Whose idea was this?” Swift demands. As one, they all point to each other. Halle points to Izzy, who is pointing at Piper, while Piper is pointing at Halle.
“You bitch!” Piper says at the same time Halle says, “Snitch,” and Izzy looks around before whispering, “Who’s pointing at me?”
I can’t help it. I smile. I swear, we will never survive these women, but I wouldn’t change a fucking thing.
“Sugar, what the hell were you thinking, coming here?” Swift asks, looking at Piper.
“I was thinking I’ve never had a girl’s night, and I wanted to have fun. You men try to keep us in a little bubble to keep us safe, as if we were breakable. I know you love me, but I just wanted to get drunk and let loose for one night,” she tells him. The other women are nodding as well.
“Alright, well, pet, tell me this,” I say, looking directly at Halle but addressing all three women.
“What would you ladies do if you caught us in a strip club watching naked women dance? Then we tell you, we just wanted to let loose for one night?” I ask them, speaking slowly on purpose and raising a brow. Each of them has a look of murder and jealousy written all over their face, but Halle’s the only one who actually answers my question.
“I would murder any bitch on stage, burn the place to the ground, and then cut out your eyeballs. I’d hang them on my car mirrors as fuzzy balls,” Halle says, a deadpan expression on her face.
“Now, what makes you think we don’t want to go back in there and put a bullet in the head of every single prospect in that fucking bar?” Swift asks, fuming. Again, the girls are quiet, and their feet shift, seeming to realize where we are coming from.
“You’re right. We’re sorry. We just wanted to see the show and get a feel for how the bar was coming along, that’s all,” Piper says, lifting her chin.
“Come on, let’s get back to the house. We left Grim and Grease with the kids. Luckily, they were all asleep,” Hitter tells us as we all climb onto our bikes. Halle looks at me as she climbs on.
“I really am sorry, baby. I understand your point,” Halle says before climbing on the bike.
“I appreciate that, pet, and don’t worry. I’ll wait until later to discuss your punishment and the outfit,” I growl before leaning in to kiss her hard when her eyes go wide. I smile evilly at all the fantastic ways I’m going to punish her.
The next morning, we wake, and I want more than anything to show Halle and the twins my surprise, but I know the lot of us are grumpy in the morning. I wake first with a plan in mind, putting a soft kiss right in between Halle’s breasts before quietly sliding out of bed.
I walk down the hall to the kitchen, and it looks like I’m the only one awake in the compound. I take my time to make bacon, eggs, and waffles. Once finished, I load them all on one of the trays Piper keeps here for the parties. I take the spread back to our rooms, and as I walk in, Halle’s just sitting up in bed stretching, causing the tank top she wears to bed to stretch up and show a strip of pale stomach. Fuck me. I grip the tray tighter so I don’t drop it and attack her before setting it down on the small table in my room.
“I smell bacon,” Rome says, walking into the room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Rae is right behind him.
“I smell syrup,” she says excitedly, looking at the table. She rushes over, tripping and bumping the leg. The orange juice bottle I brought in with the tray sways before knocking over and hitting the stack of plates. Everything slides to the ground, breaking and shattering across the floor.
I look at Rae, whose whole face transforms into one of terror, and then watch Rome look up at me with the same look before grabbing Rae and shoving her behind him.
“DON’T MOVE!” I yell at them, but Rae is already standing behind Rome. They start to back away, but I’m moving before they can take a step. I step over the glass, not caring as I feel it slice through my foot. My first instinct is to get them safe. I snatch both of them up, moving them back into the other room.
Rae is crying hysterically, and Rome is hitting me on the back.
“It was an accident. She didn’t mean to do it. Don’t hit her,” Rome screams, and that has me pausing for a moment before I gently set them both down on the bed.
“Son, look at me. Stop. Stop hitting. I’m not mad, and I’m not going to hurt Rae. I will not hurt either of you,” I say, attempting to calm them down. They both wipe their eyes and look up at me cautiously.
“You’re not mad I broke the plates?” Rae asks, sniffling again.
“Of course not, princess. It was an accident. You didn’t mean to trip, baby girl,” I tell her softly, wiping her eyes free of the tears.
“Why did you yell then?” Rome asks, crossing his arms and trying to seem mad. I know he’s trying to cover the hurt and fear.
“Son, there was glass all over the floor, and you and Rae both came way too fucking close to stepping in it and getting cut,” I explain.
He looks at me, surprised, dropping his arms. Then he’s flinging his arms around my neck and squeezing tight. I feel Rae sling her arms around me, too, and I close my eyes. I slide my arms around them, squeezing tight until I hear a voice behind me.
“Speaking of cut up. I need you to plant your ass on that bed as well, mister. You cut your feet up real bad if all the blood is any indication,” Halle says, walking in wearing a pair of flip-flops.
“I’m going to clean the glass from the floor, then when I come back in here, we’ll clean your feet. I should probably go get Grim,” Halle says, but I shake my head.
“Just get some super glue. It will be fine; they aren’t that deep,” I say. I can tell she wants to argue, but I put my hand up and motion to the kids.
“I’ll be fine, pet. Go get me the glue,” I tell her and pat her ass. She huffs but goes back to the other room.
My feet will be fine, but I want to get the kids and my woman in my home, where they will be safe, and we can spend the rest of our lives together.