Page 30 of Loki's Luck

“To a night of sneaking out and getting… crazy… or should I say crazier,” I say, laughing evilly.

“We’re in trouble, aren’t we?” Izzy asks Piper in a mock whisper.

“I do believe so, sis,” Piper says before grabbing the shot glass, tapping the bar top, clinking her glass with mine, then downing the alcohol without flinching. Yeah, that’s my bitch right there; didn’t even ask for a chaser like some of these pussy bitches out here. If I was into chicks, I would be in love; good thing I love dick too much.

The lights dim in the room, and multicolored lights flicker across the bar. Time to get down and dirty.

“Whoohoo!!! Give us a show!” I holler, raising my hands in the air.

As one, all the prospects milling around slam their hands on the bar top, then jump up onto it in perfect unison. They are all in matching black leather chaps and G-strings. They also wear buttoned-up leather cuts that closely resemble the Reckless Omens cut. Except, when they turn around, the word “Prospect” is stamped in huge block letters instead of the patch in the middle of their back.

They dance like something straight out of Magic Mike, and the women swarming the bar go crazy. The prospects must have practiced this routine about a million times and can do it in their sleep because they are moving perfectly as one. We’ve got a great view of all those nice asses as they turn and spin. Then, again as one, they tear the cuts off, throw them behind the bar, and grind, showing off their chiseled abs.

Damn, they are all shiny and shit; did they buy out all the bottles of baby oil in the stores, or are the lights and tequila getting to me already?

With the new act the Prospects just displayed, our little group is shoved and jostled closer to the bar. Talk about girls gone wild; these bitches are acting crazier than even I usually am, and that’s saying something. I grab Piper and Izzy’s hands to keep us close together. I turn just in time to see some cunt-tastic bitch shove Izzy from behind, right into the bar.

“Get out of the way, bitch. You aren’t even watching the show,” the bitch screeches in Izzy’s face.

Oh, fuck no, she didn’t. Looks like it’s time to come out and play.

“Bitch! You don’t put your fucking hands on my girl!” I say, shoving the chick back so hard the force has her stumbling before righting herself. I keep a close eye on her, but the friend she is standing with raises her hand from my other side. Does this bitch think she’s going to slap me? I might be crazy, but this twat is straight-up suicidal. Piper reaches out quick like a viper and catches her hand.

“I would think twice about that, bimbo barbie,” Piper tells her as I bust out laughing. I can’t help it. This night is turning out to be the best decision ever. Food, drinks, half-naked men, and now some playtime—YAY! Damn, I wish I had my knives with me. The girl I pushed comes back at me like she’s going to tackle me or something.

Here we go; here, kitty, kitty, time to play. Yup, the night just got even more fun.

I move in first before she makes it to me and send her skidding across the floor. I then jump and land a knee to her stomach, knocking the air out of her. Yeah, that’s got to hurt. I bend down, grab her hair, and lift her face to mine.

“You ready to get up and get the fuck out of here? Or do I need you to knock some more common sense into your stupid ass?” I ask her nicely, giving her one more chance. The bitch has the fucking nerve to bring her long-ass nails to my neck before pulling down and scratching the shit out of me.

Whelp, she made her choice.

I bring my fist back and hit her dead in the nose. I keep slamming my fist into her ugly face over and over, feeling the blood dripping down my neck and onto my favorite damn shirt. I black out the bar around me as I zone in on my target. I know Izzy is holding the friend back from getting her ass beat, and Piper is beating the shit out of another girl, but I don’t give a fuck right now. They are safe and taking care of themselves. That’s all I need to know while dealing with my little situation.

It’s not too much longer before I feel strong arms wrap around my waist. I kick and struggle before I hear the deep, pissed-off, deadly voice in my ear, and I am instantly still.

“Pet.”

Oh. Shit.

Sixteen

LOKI

“Well, 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.

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