Page 41 of Loki's Luck

I don’t knock on the door, I just burst through, and the sight in front of me would be funny if I wasn’t so damn pissed off.

“What the fuck, Halle. Get the fuck out,” Swift barks, completely naked with his dick deep in Piper, who has a bandana tied around her mouth and her hands cuffed on her lower back.

“Hurry the fuck up. Loki and Rae were taken,” I tell them, turning and closing the door. I hear Swift yell through the door.

“WHAT THE FUCK?”

“My thoughts exactly,” I mutter. It takes probably a minute for them to come out fully dressed and ready to kill, but it felt like hours to me.

“What happened?” Swift asks me. I give him a rundown of what Rome told me.

“Alright, we will call church and figure out the plan,” he tells me. I’m ready to fucking go now, but I know they like to plan this shit to a T.

“I’ll be in on that meeting. I’m going with you to get them back,” I say, lifting my chin, ready to go to war if need be.

“Not going to happen. I need you to stay here with the Ol' Ladies. Let us handle it,” he tells me, and that just pisses me the fuck off. I open my mouth, ready to argue, but he stops me with a look.

“No, Halle, you will stay here. Out of danger. That’s final,” he says.

Oh, that’s final, is it? This man thinks he can dictate what the fuck I do? Not even Loki gets that honor, and I let that man do pretty much anything he wants to me. Fuck this. I know there’s no changing his mind, so I don’t even try. I give him a hard stare before turning and heading back to mine and Loki’s room. He doesn’t want my help; I don’t fucking need his.

I get to the room, grab my pistol, and place it in the back of my jeans. Then I grab a couple of Loki’s knives and slip them into the sleeves I sewed into my clothes a few months back when Loki started showing me how to throw.

When I get everything ready, I head out to the front of the compound. I don’t give a fuck what these other guys are doing. They can plan out whatever the fuck they want… I’m going to get my family, and I'm going to kill every single fucker who touched them.

“Hey, Halle, what are you doing?” Comp asks as I pass him in the bar. I don’t answer. Too pissed, too focused. I continue walking out of the clubhouse until I’m right in front of Kitty.

“Alright, I know we have our differences, but I respect your place in his life, and… as much as I hate to admit it, you are a pretty little thing, but just remember… I ain’t going nowhere. We can either get along, or I’ll lay your ass down. Loki and the kids are in trouble. I need you to be nice and get me there safely. If not, your ass is going to the junkyard,” I warn her. Yes, I’m talking to a damn bike, but I know with everything in me this bitch doesn’t like me and keeps fucking with me.

I hop on and crank her up. She gives me no trouble, and I take off. I’ll get to my man and my kids one way or another. I will destroy this entire town if one hair is harmed on any of their heads.

Twenty

LOKI

Ismile as I take another punch to the jaw. Laughing when I feel a drop of blood rush down my chin. These fuckers think they have a leg up on me. They will soon learn they should have brought more than just four guys to take me down. Especially when I was with my kids. We were just walking out of the theater after having a damn good night when these assholes showed up. With the information Comp told me about the suspicious circumstances of Rome and Rae’s birth parents’ death, I kind of expected to get some threats… you know, the same old bullshit.

“Stop looking into this. We will leave you and your family alone if you forget about this… blah blah blah.”

But we received nothing. That doesn’t mean I let my guard down, though.

I knew, eventually, we would uncover the truth. I just didn’t think these fuckers would be stupid enough to jump me and think I wouldn’t put up a fight. After realizing these fuckers’ intent, I turned to Rome and Rae and told them to run far and fast. They did, and I made sure none of the assholes surrounding me took off after them. When I saw they were a safe distance away, I held up my hands.

“Leave my kids alone, and I’ll come with you willingly,” I told them, playing the helpless victim. In reality, Comp hit a dead end and couldn’t find any links to the parent’s death.

Basically, I’m here just to get information out of them. These stupid fuckers only used one zip tie for my hands behind my back. Then they sat me down in a fucking chair and zip-tied each of my legs to the chair. Stupid fucking idiots. I could break these with one rough snap of my wrist and feet… but let’s let them think they have all the control here. This is going to be so much fun. As my pet would say, it’s playtime. Too bad she’s not here to have some fun with me.

“Why were you looking into the murder of that dumb-ass DA and his wife?” One guy asks, punching me again across the face like a little bitch before I even have time to answer him.

“Why? Do you know who did it?” I taunt, laughing when his face turns red. This fucker should be careful. Not only is he a fat ugly fuck, but it looks like he could easily have a stroke with as red in the face as he got. No way I want to be in a room with him flopping on the ground like a dead fish. Especially if I don’t get to have any fun with him at playtime. Selfish fucker, I tell you.

“Use the fucking knife,” one fucker leaning against the wall says, trying to be all menacing and shit. You know, little boys should not be playing with toys they could hurt themselves with.

“Ohhh.. knife play? You kinky fuckers… I could get on board with that,” I say, giving them a wink and licking my lips; the look on their faces has me chuckling.

“What the fuck is wrong with this guy?” the first guy asks again.

“What? Did I not do good enough for you? You want me to call you Daddy?” I ask, smiling through bloody teeth and batting my eyes.

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