Page 44 of Loki's Luck

“You got to kill all the fuckers through the house. If my count was right and the sound of your gun versus Comps. You got two of them,” he tells me. I roll my eyes but look down at the twins.

“Are you both alright?” I ask, not believing they were both in this situation.

“I told them you were coming,” Rae says with a smile, and I can’t help it. I laugh. This is for sure my kid.

“Come on, let’s get the fuck out of here and burn this place down,” I say, standing and moving toward the door. I look up when I hear a noise, and that’s when I see it. We missed someone. There must have been an extra man, but where the fuck did he come from? Before I react, he points his gun right at Rome and Rae, and I know I won’t be able to move fast enough. He takes a shot. Like in slow motion, I watch in horror as Comp throws himself in front of the bullet. I hear it hit him with a thump, and he goes down.

“UNCLE COMP. NO!” Rome screams as he runs at the fucker who shot Comp. Rome doesn’t give two shits. He tackles the guy to the ground, and I’m in motion. The gun he was holding slides across the floor, but I grab Rome and pull him off the asshole. I hear Loki behind me and watch him pick up the gun before firing it and hitting the asshole right between the eyes.

We all rush to Comp’s side, but Loki pulls his shoulder, making him roll over so we can see the wound.

“Get the kids out of here, pet. Now,” Loki says, looking at the blood on the floor. I don’t question him. I grab both the kids as they fight me to stay with Comp and drag them out of the house, holding on to them tight.

“What the fuck? Did we miss all the fun?” I hear Grim say as we make it onto the porch.

“What’s wrong? What happened, Halle?” Swift asks, rushing toward us.

“Comp needs help. He was shot,” I say simply, feeling numb, and all the men rush in at once with Grim leading, all except Rodeo. Rodeo grabs Rae and holds her as she cries, and I pick up Rome, holding him in my arms as he does the same. After everything that happened to these two, this is their breaking point.

“He’s going to be okay, right? He going to make it?” Rome asks me between sobs.

“Yeah, baby, he’s going to make it,” I reply. He’s going to make it because these kids need him. Because they’ve lost too much in their short lives and don’t need to lose anyone else. He’s going to make it.

He has to.

Epilogue Part One

LOKI

Eight 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.

Epilogue Part Two

SUNNY

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