Page 35 of Loki's Luck

He chuckles before replying. “Then, of course, this wouldn’t be the best part. You know how that fucking saying goes, giving the best at last, or some shit like that.”

I chuckle along with him and just keep my mouth shut—this time. Figures Loki would fuck up the wording of a classic saying. Doesn’t matter to me, not one fucking bit. I can read my man’s mind, so I knew where he was going with it.

I follow behind him, excited at the possibilities of what secrets he’s hiding and saved for last. I don’t expect him to lead me to the massive fireplace on the left side of the bedroom. The fireplace comes pretty far off the wall, but the white and black stone makes it such a considerable accent to the room no one would notice. It actually brings the entire room together and becomes the main focal point. I never would have expected the fire to be a black screen that only looks like an actual fire roaring to life. Loki walks to the far right side of the stone fireplace and pushes one of the black stones away, revealing a hidden touchpad.

“We are the only ones who have access to this area. I got Comp to add your fingerprint in here already. Don’t ask,” he says as he holds up his hand when I start to speak. I laugh but keep my mouth shut for now. God only knows how that techy-ass genius could accomplish that. Probably something right out of those damn spy movies.

“This all looks too unreal. What the hell is so important it needs a fingerprint scanner and a secret staircase?” I ask as Loki flips a switch and walks me down the hidden staircase that is revealed behind the fireplace. When we get to the bottom, there is a barn door that Loki easily slides open. My mouth practically drops as I gaze around, and that’s when I realize we have just entered one of the most beautiful rooms in the house. The fucking cellar.

On the wall to my right is an arsenal, fully stocked with everything I could ever want. Excitement is coursing through my veins, and I feel like a fat kid trapped willingly in a fully stocked bakery surrounded by cakes. Yes, I’m being that specific since this room brings me to happy tears again. Every weapon a woman could ever dream of or wish for is at my fingertips. On the left wall is a knife-throwing area with one of those spinning circle wheels for target practice. Oh, the fun we are going to have down here!

“Ahhhh!” I squeal, jumping up and down. Looking toward the far wall, I notice something I can’t believe I missed the first time.

I make my way over and look at the gun hanging centered and displayed beautifully on the wall. Underneath is a picture of my shitty apartment, and right under that is a plaque with the date we first met. Cocking my head to the side in thought, I purse my lips as I look at the picture and weapon curiously for a minute longer before my eyes widen in surprise.

“Is that the gun the asswipe pulled on me? Baby, is this from our first kill together?” I ask in complete disbelief. I know I must have fucking hearts swimming in my eyes like a cartoon character, but I don’t give a fuck. I want Loki to see how much this means to me and how much he means to me.

Never in my life has anyone done something like this for me. Some bitches might want diamonds or expensive trips to Europe or some shit like that, but to remember AND display our first kill together—that’s fucking priceless. Now I’m really going to fuck the shit out of him.

“It sure the fuck is,” he says, smiling proudly.

“You got me my very own trophy wall?” I squeal, and when he nods, I jump into his arms, wrapping mine around his neck and my legs around his waist.

“I love you more than I love my Annie Oakley,” I tell him, mentioning my tiffany blue pistol. He smiles widely before replying.

“I love you more than I love Kitty,” he says, and I gasp.

“You meant that?” I ask again as my eyes widen in clear disbelief.

“Yeah, pet. I mean it, every fucking word,” he says.

I’ve met my forever, and ain’t nobody taking him from me. Fuck waiting for tonight. I’m going to prove exactly how much he means to me right here, right now, right in front of my trophy wall.

Eighteen

LOKI

It’s been two months since we moved into our house, and to say it’s been fucking incredible would be an understatement. The kids have adjusted perfectly, becoming one of the most important parts of our family. They don’t flinch away from us. They aren’t nervous around the brothers, and they just went on their first bike rides last week. I had to take turns with them on Kitty because I don’t trust anyone else with my kid’s safety. They did incredible and, of course, now they want their own bikes for their sixteenth birthday. Luckily, we have nine more years before that becomes an issue.

“You almost ready to head over to the clubhouse? I want to make sure Piper and Izzy have enough help before everyone shows up,” Halle says, sticking her head out of the bathroom.

“I’m ready whenever you are, pet,” I tell her, meaning that in more ways than one. I have a few surprises for Halle at this patch party. Not only will Beau, one of Halle’s best friends and the bane of my existence, finally get patched in as a full member of the club, but she will get her cut as my Ol’ Lady. I’ll also surprise both kids with “Property of Loki” mini cuts when I give them the adoption papers I had rushed through the system. Everything is set, and after today, Rae and Rome will officially be mine and Halle’s forever.

“Are the kids dressed yet?” she asks for the third time. She knows Beau is getting patched in today. Since they are so close, she helped make this a big surprise for him. She’s nervous and worried something will go wrong.

Honestly, she’s not the only one. After the last club party, I think we are all a bit on edge. However, we took extra precautions after the previous incident. We thought we were good to go, untouchable behind the gates of our home. It was a hard lesson to learn just how wrong we were, and we ended up paying the ultimate price.

With all the additional security measures we have taken and implemented, no one will get through those gates. Comp has gone above and beyond with his tech, and even though it’s a celebration, all the brothers are on high alert. If someone somehow gets in, and that’s a big IF, they will be dead before they can blink.

“They have been ready to go for an hour now, pet. Actually, I’m surprised they aren’t beating down the door,” I tell her, and she nods before going back into the bathroom.

It’s another ten minutes before she comes back out and takes a deep breath.

“Alright, I’m ready,” she says.

“Great, let me just take a quick piss, then I’ll put my shoes on,” I tell her, and she growls at me. I look at her, confused.

“You rushed me, gave me so much shit for taking so long, and now you tell me you’re not ready,” she says flatly, hand on her hip and tapping her foot. I’m lucky she doesn’t have her gun on her. She would have pulled the trigger before huffing her next breath. Damn, I fucking love this woman.

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