Page 20 of Loki's Luck

“Hey, watch it. You kiss your mama with that mouth?” the prospect asks.

“You fuck your girl with that ugly face?” Rome spits back. I can’t help it. I laugh, full-on belly laugh.

I hear someone mutter. “Who the hell is this kid?”

“That’s my boy!” I shout before walking up to Rome and putting my hand on his shoulder. I’m still laughing until I turn my head slowly to the side and make direct eye contact with the fucker. My face is devoid of any emotion, and I stare at him with complete hatred. Slowly, I let the mask slip, and my evil shows as my signature smile spreads across my face. Tick Tock motherfucker; your time is up.

“You didn’t fucking learn the first time you opened your mouth, did you? Maybe this will help remind you to watch your fucking tongue,” I say as I slowly make my way toward him. The prospect's gaze darts around in a panic, looking for someone to help him, but he has no one to turn to and nowhere to go.

“Loki,” Swift warns. I can tell by his tone he doesn’t care what I do, as long as I don’t kill the fucker or get blood on the clubhouse floors. Fine, I guess he gets to live… for now. I still walk up to the bar and get in his face.

“You will watch how you talk to the people we choose to bring into our family,” I say in a deadly tone. He smirks at me, like the fucking fool he is, but doesn’t open his mouth. He thinks Prez saved him from me. He may have saved his life for now, but he didn’t save his hand.

Quick as a snake, I pull out one of the blades I keep at my side and stab it right into the fucker's hand so hard it goes through and hits the wood bar top below.

“Fuck, Loki, in front of the kids?” Hitter asks me.

“Twist it!” Rae yells out. I turn and look at her. She’s still holding Halle’s hand, who is fighting hard not to laugh.

“What was that, baby girl?” I ask her.

“Twist the knife!” she tells me, bouncing on the balls of her feet excitedly.

“Yeah, we want to hear him scream!” Rome says, looking at the fucker with an evil smile that rivals my own.

Damn, what is that odd sensation I feel in my chest? Pride, love, both? I would say both as my smile spreads even wider across my face as I do as my kids request. What can I say? I aim to please; can’t disappoint my rugrats.

“You heard ‘em,” I say before turning and twisting the knife in the prospect's hand. He screams so loud my ears ring, but only in the best of ways. I pull the knife out when I'm done, and the fucker passes out. I see Rae and Rome hop up on the stool beside me, lean over, and look at the fucker on the floor.

“Pussy,” Rome mumbles.

“Good job, Loki. Look, you made a pretty design here,” Rae tells me, pointing to the hole and scribbling on the bar top. I smile at her, and Halle comes to my side.

“Somebody get this fucker out of my clubhouse. That was strike two. He doesn’t get to three,” Swift says. Beau and another prospect walk behind the bar, lift the fucker, and start carrying him out. Rome and Rae watch with rapt attention to where they are taking him. When they see the prospects dump him on the other side of the gate and close it, they turn to each other and share a high-five before walking back our way. They walk to my and Halle's side, and I’m just about to take them to our room when we hear a gasp.

“Who are these sweet, beautiful babies, and where did they come from?” Piper asks, walking into the room with Izzy holding her arm.

“Sweet?” Grim snickers, and Rome’s eyes shoot to him. He looks at the kid in confusion before rolling his eyes and turning his head. Yeah, Rae and Rome will have every one of my brothers wrapped around their little fingers in no time.

“Rae, Rome. These are my bitches, my sisters. This is Piper. She’s married to the Club Prez, Swift, and this is her sister Izzy, and she’s married to Hitter, the club's Vice President,” Halle says, pointing out each person. She then goes around and introduces everyone else.

By the time she’s done, I can see the worry and stress on both kids’ faces. They are probably worn out and completely caught off guard. The best thing for them is to get some rest and time to get used to their new normal. Well, that’s a stretch on normal, but who the fuck cares about normal as long as they are safe and loved?

Eleven

HALLE

We lead the kids down the hall and toward the room next to us. I look at Loki a little nervously.

“It’s right beside ours. No one has used that room in a while. They couldn’t stand the noises coming from my room,” Loki reassures me, only that statement has me glaring at him.

“Noises?” I growl at him. I see him look at me, and realization must hit him because he chuckles.

“I used to throw my knives at the wall to annoy the fucker in that room. I wanted my space. Plus, I would wake up screaming and shit. They got tired of it real quick,” he tells me. I’m not stupid enough to think I was Loki’s first, and I’m sure he doesn’t think he’s my first. That doesn’t mean I want to hear about it. The more I hear about it, the more Ra Ra Ra murdery I get. Safe topic to stay far, far away from.

“Are you sure they will be okay in that room all alone, love?” I whisper, not wanting the kids to hear.

“Yeah, pet, they will be safe there. I wouldn’t let anything happen to either of them, you know that,” he reassures me. We reach our door, and Loki walks in, the kids following.

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