Epilogue Part One
LOKI
E ight months later:
“The kids want to go to the clubhouse and spend some time with Comp and Paisley. Are you okay with that, pet?” I ask, kissing Halle’s forehead as she lays down.
The last eight months have been mostly bliss. Mostly. It's been busy with Comp recuperating and everything that went down with Paisley and Sunny. Not to mention, two months after the incident with Rae and me being taken, Halle had a miscarriage.
We were all so devastated. The twins were looking forward to a baby brother or sister, but it just wasn’t in the cards for us at the moment. Halle took it really hard, but just like the strong, amazing woman she is, she grieved and then did her best to come back to us. It was an extremely hard few months for all of us as we grieved the loss of someone we loved more than life but would never get the chance to meet.
“That’s fine. I’m not much in the mood for company today, anyway,” she tells me, turning and snuggling close to her pillow. Today was her due date. I expected it to be hard for her, but had no clue how to fix it. Then Swift gave me the best gift he could ever give. A name.
“Alright, well, I’ll drop them off on my way out,” I tell her, letting out a sigh.
“Way out? Where are you going?” she asks curiously.
“A job,” I say, smiling widely at her. She slowly rises from the bed.
“A job? Like a job job?” she asks, slowly getting out of bed as I see her eyes light up.
“Yup, we got someone who needs to be taken care of. You didn’t want to go, did you, pet?” I ask playfully. She finally smiles at me for the first time today.
“Fuck yes, I want to go. How else am I supposed to add more trophies to my sexy wall?” she tells me.
I know she’s grieving today especially, but I would do anything to make this woman happy. Seeing that smile on her face at the thought of taking down some horrible piece of shit makes me want to take her ass back to bed. However, her grabbing the knives and shoving them into the little sheaths she sewed into her clothes makes me fucking horny and bloodthirsty.
Like always, blood-thirst wins.