Page 14 of Loki's Luck

I hear the cock of a gun, and then the dream fades to black. I wake with a start, sitting straight up in bed and looking around wildly. I lock eyes with Halle and sigh in relief when I realize it was just a nightmare. I’m back here now, with my woman, in our bed. Then, I get a glimpse of the scene in front of me. Halle is holding a gun, pointing straight at my face, and that’s when I realize the gun cocking wasn’t a dream at all. It was my woman.

“What the fuck happened?” I ask her, looking from the gun to her face. She has a red mark across her cheek, but she's speaking before I can ask what happened.

“Who is she?” she asks in a deadly quiet tone.

“Who’s who?” I ask, completely fucking confused. That seems to piss her off even more.

“The girl you were dreaming about. Who the fuck is she?” Halle asks again. She’s completely calm, her hand steady with the gun.

“What the hell are you talking about, pet?” I ask her. That seems to push her past the edge since now she’s turning red. She lowers the gun slowly, pointing it straight at my dick.

“Alright, hold the fuck up. Point that shit at my head all you want, but my dick is precious,” I say, covering said appendage.

“Milani. Who the fuck is Milani, Loki?” she asks, looking at my cock, which, despite the circumstances, is rock fucking hard.

Seeing Halle with a gun pointed at my dick obviously doesn’t shut off that drive. She’s sexy as fuck with that gun. What can I say? I’m a crazy fuck, and I own that shit. I smile as she looks at my dick, and when she notices how hard it is, she gets this dreamy look in her eyes, licks her lips, then points the gun back at my head. Yup, she loves my cock. Good, it’s the only fucking one she will ever have again. Then the name she says registers.

“Milani,” I whisper, and even I can hear the love and protection in my voice. Halle points the gun at the floor and pulls the trigger.

“Shit, pet, it's three in the fucking morning. You trying to wake everyone up?” I ask her.

“Who is Milani?” she asks, bringing the gun back up to my head.

“Milani is my sister. I saved her from a hard life a long time ago and have kept her hidden and safe ever since,” I tell her quickly. I know I’ll need to explain the whole story and how I grew up to her one of these days, but I need to calm my woman down right now.

“Hmmm,” she says simply, lowering the gun. I raise a brow at her before she smiles and shrugs, saying, “Okay,” before she jumps back into bed and cuddles up next to me. I chuckle and pull her close until I remember the sight of her beside my bed.

“What happened to your cheek, pet?” I ask, turning her way and rubbing my thumb along the mark on her cheek.

“That’s what woke me up. You were swinging and rustling around while having a nightmare,” she tells me, shrugging.

“I did this to you?” I roar. What the fuck have I done? I hit my woman? Maybe I am no better than the man who raised me. I pull away, but Halle climbs on top of me and grabs both sides of my face.

“Hey, listen to me. It wasn’t your fault. You were dreaming, and I’m guessing, trying to save your and your sister's lives. I know about that all too well. Believe me. It wasn’t intentional, and it was barely a smack. You didn’t hit me out of anger, but out of defense. We will work on a solution, but don’t you dare turn or pull away from me,” she says sternly, and I can see the worry and determination on her face. I slide my hands down her sides, wanting to lean up and kiss her. As I lean up toward her, though, my bedroom door is thrown open with a crash.

Halle grabs the gun she left on the side of the bed, and I grab the knife from under my pillow, ready to throw. Then I realize who burst in.

“What the fuck, Comp?” I yell at my brother, who is holding a gun pointed straight at Halle.

“Don’t what the fuck me, brother. What the fuck you? I heard a shot come from this room, then it went silent,” he tells me, still pointing the gun at Halle. Grim and Grease both come rushing into the room as well, holding guns, but there’s are pointed at the ground.

“Brother, if you don’t point that pistol at something other than my woman, I’ll give you another reason to hide from the world,” I growl at my brother with my anger rising. Low blow, even for me, I know. I never remind him of his scar and the fact that he stays holed up in his office, but right now, I’m in protective mode, which has me even more deadly than usual.

“Fuck you. Just came to make sure you were still alive. Now I could care less if she chops your ass up and eats you for breakfast,” he says, flipping me off, turning, and heading out of the room.

“That was harsh, Loki,” Grim says, shaking his head and turning for the door.

“He had a gun pointed at my woman,” I say defensively.

“He was looking out for a brother,” Grim says, leaving with Grease and tucking his gun into the back of his jeans. I heave a sigh before flopping myself back on the bed, irritated.

“What are you going to do?” Halle asks. I grab her, pulling her closer to my chest, then rolling and flipping her onto her back before laying my head on her magnificent breasts.

“I’ll talk to him tomorrow. I won’t apologize, not when a gun was pointed at you, but I understand where he’s coming from. If it was him and all I heard was a gunshot, then walked in on a psycho holding my brother to the bed… I would probably have my knife to her throat,” I say casually with a shrug. Halle looks down at me with a quirked eyebrow.

“Psycho?” she asks.

“Pet, you are my perfect little psycho,” I tell her with a smile, showing her all the love I have in my little black soul.

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