Page 32 of Loki's Luck

“Hitter, you take the bar. I’ll move toward the back and the restrooms. Loki, you take the dance floor,” Swift tells us. We both nod before walking in the door and stopping short at the sight in front of us.

“I don’t think we need to split up, Prez. Of course, our women are right in the middle of the fucking fight,” I growl as we make our way through the crowd toward them.

“Shit, our women are probably the reason for the fight,” Hitter grumbles, and Swift sighs before nodding in agreement.

“Angel, get your ass over here,” Hitter calls above the music.

Izzy, who’s currently holding a girl back by the hair, immediately lets go and holds her hands out, making her way toward Hitter’s voice. He meets her halfway before pulling her into his arms. I watch as Swift walks over to Piper, who has her foot between another woman’s shoulder blades, telling her to stay down. He throws his arm over her shoulder, and she immediately melts into him.

Then there’s my woman. Shit ain’t going to be that simple, but I wouldn’t have her any other way. My woman is on top of another woman, pounding the shit out of her face. There is blood all over, and while the sight is hot as hell… one of the new favorites of my pet, I know I need to get her before she completely loses her shit. There are way too many witnesses for my liking. I grab her around the waist, but she fights me from pulling her away.

“Pet,” I warn as my arm squeezes around her small frame. While I can tell she doesn’t want to stop, she follows me back as I pull her off the woman. The chick can barely see through her swollen eyes, but she still has the fucking nerve to talk.

“Crazy ass, bitch,” she spits.

“Well, shit,” I mutter as I feel Halle’s whole body go tense before she pulls off some kick-ass ninja turn that gives her just enough room to kick the bitch right in the throat, tossing her backward.

Well, hot fuck—I knew my pet was a badass, but that move right there was priceless and in perfect form. For a second there, I almost forget all about my pet’s punishment, but she’s not that lucky.

“Dammit, we need to get them the fuck out of here,” Swift says, looking around at the crowd still gawking. I pick Halle up, tossing her over my shoulder, being sure to place my hand on the bottom of her skirt so she doesn’t flash any of these fuckers and make me get my knives all bloody.

We make it outside, and the noise level automatically sinks into the background. As a whole, we place our women in front of our parked bikes, take a step back, and cross our arms, giving them the ‘you done fucked up’ look.

“Explain. Whose idea was this?” Swift demands. As one, they all point to each other. Halle points to Izzy, who is pointing at Piper, while Piper is pointing at Halle.

“You bitch!” Piper says at the same time Halle says, “Snitch,” and Izzy looks around before whispering, “Who’s pointing at me?”

I can’t help it. I smile. I swear, we will never survive these women, but I wouldn’t change a fucking thing.

“Sugar, what the hell were you thinking, coming here?” Swift asks, looking at Piper.

“I was thinking I’ve never had a girl’s night, and I wanted to have fun. You men try to keep us in a little bubble to keep us safe, as if we were breakable. I know you love me, but I just wanted to get drunk and let loose for one night,” she tells him. The other women are nodding as well.

“Alright, well, pet, tell me this,” I say, looking directly at Halle but addressing all three women.

“What would you ladies do if you caught us in a strip club watching naked women dance? Then we tell you, we just wanted to let loose for one night?” I ask them, speaking slowly on purpose and raising a brow. Each of them has a look of murder and jealousy written all over their face, but Halle’s the only one who actually answers my question.

“I would murder any bitch on stage, burn the place to the ground, and then cut out your eyeballs. I’d hang them on my car mirrors as fuzzy balls,” Halle says, a deadpan expression on her face.

“Now, what makes you think we don’t want to go back in there and put a bullet in the head of every single prospect in that fucking bar?” Swift asks, fuming. Again, the girls are quiet, and their feet shift, seeming to realize where we are coming from.

“You’re right. We’re sorry. We just wanted to see the show and get a feel for how the bar was coming along, that’s all,” Piper says, lifting her chin.

“Come on, let’s get back to the house. We left Grim and Grease with the kids. Luckily, they were all asleep,” Hitter tells us as we all climb onto our bikes. Halle looks at me as she climbs on.

“I really am sorry, baby. I understand your point,” Halle says before climbing on the bike.

“I appreciate that, pet, and don’t worry. I’ll wait until later to discuss your punishment and the outfit,” I growl before leaning in to kiss her hard when her eyes go wide. I smile evilly at all the fantastic ways I’m going to punish her.

The next morning, we wake, and I want more than anything to show Halle and the twins my surprise, but I know the lot of us are grumpy in the morning. I wake first with a plan in mind, putting a soft kiss right in between Halle’s breasts before quietly sliding out of bed.

I walk down the hall to the kitchen, and it looks like I’m the only one awake in the compound. I take my time to make bacon, eggs, and waffles. Once finished, I load them all on one of the trays Piper keeps here for the parties. I take the spread back to our rooms, and as I walk in, Halle’s just sitting up in bed stretching, causing the tank top she wears to bed to stretch up and show a strip of pale stomach. Fuck me. I grip the tray tighter so I don’t drop it and attack her before setting it down on the small table in my room.

“I smell bacon,” Rome says, walking into the room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Rae is right behind him.

“I smell syrup,” she says excitedly, looking at the table. She rushes over, tripping and bumping the leg. The orange juice bottle I brought in with the tray sways before knocking over and hitting the stack of plates. Everything slides to the ground, breaking and shattering across the floor.

I look at Rae, whose whole face transforms into one of terror, and then watch Rome look up at me with the same look before grabbing Rae and shoving her behind him.

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