Page 8 of Loki's Luck

“I was about to ask the same thing. What the fuck is going on, Prospect?” Swift cuts in with an edge to his voice, clearly not happy about being summoned.

“Look, I know I’m not a patched-in member yet, but I have this friend….” he starts, and I wonder if it’s the girl he’s a bit smitten with. “She works at the gas station on the south side. She’s being stalked by some fucker that won’t leave her alone. He destroyed her car yesterday while I was there. I just went by like I do every day, and she wasn’t at work. The owner said she didn’t call in or anything, which is not like her. I’m worried.” He finishes, and my brothers and I all look at each other. Hitter’s the first to speak.

“Are you sure she’s not just sick and staying home?” he asks, and Beau is already shaking his head.

“Yeah, maybe she is still asleep and forgot to call in,” Comp says, shrugging his shoulders.

“Or maybe she just left town to get away from the asshole messing with her,” Grease chimes in.

“Look, I know it sounds crazy, but I think something happened. I already asked Comp to get her address. You don’t have to ride with me. I’ll go alone, but I wanted to give you all the heads up just in case. I just need to make sure she’s safe.” Beau huffs stressfully, running his hand through his dark blonde hair.

“We ride together, Prospect. We got your back, always,” Grim says, standing.

“No one goes into a situation like this alone,” I say to him, and Swift looks at me with a raised brow.

“What?” I ask wide-eyed. When he just stares at me, I sigh. “Fine, anymore. No one goes into a situation alone anymore.”

“Good to know,” Grim says, smirking at me.

“Geez, you fuckers are a bunch of bitches. It was only a couple times,” I tell them, and they all look at me.

“Fine, more than a few. Can we concentrate on the current situation?” I grump, looking back at Beau.

“Comp got me the address. I’m heading there now, with or without you. No offense, but we’re just wasting time debating Loki’s crazy, which will never be resolved,” he says, walking around the bar and toward the door.

Fucker’s got a point. I look at my brothers before shrugging, turning, and following him out the door. He hops on his bike as the brothers pile out of the building behind us. We all mount our rides, and Beau looks at Swift.

“You get to lead this one, Prospect. We’ve got your back,” Swift says, starting his Harley.

We all roll out, with Beau leading the way. It feels weird having Swift beside me and Grease, our road captain, in the back. It only takes us about eight minutes to get to a tiny apartment in a really shitty area. This part of town is mainly depleted, except for some of the rundown apartment buildings, which are barely still standing. There’s one corner market that looks to be crumbling, and that’s about it. We pull up outside a building with broken numbers on it. I think it’s supposed to read “1771,” but god only knows. It looks like a bullet hole took off half of the first number. Beau hops off first, rushes through the building's shitty main entrance, and makes his way toward the apartment door.

“Halle, you in there, darlin’?” Beau says, banging on the front door. There’s no answer, so Beau repeatedly bangs on the door, yelling for this Halle chick.

“MOTHER FUCKING CRAZY ASS BITCH!” we hear roared from inside. I shove Beau out of the way and bring my boot up before slamming it against the door and knocking it entirely off its hinges. We stomp over the shitty excuse of a door as we hurry inside. The minute I’m in the kitchen, I stop dead in my tracks. I am fucking dumbfounded at the scene in front of me… Then, a slow smile spreads across my face.

“Ahhh, fuck,” I mutter, reaching down and adjusting myself.

“What?” Swift asks, coming to stand beside me.

“I just fell as hard as you bitches. That one is mine!” I say, smirking and pointing at the tiny little thing in front of me.

“The one currently gluing a man’s dick to her kitchen table? That’s the one you're choosing?” Swift asks, lifting a brow.

“Yeah, that one’s mine. She’s fucking perfect. Damn, my dick likes her too,” I say, pointing at my growing erection, not shy in the fucking least. Holy shit, she is the most perfect creature on the planet.

She is small, five foot two at most, with blonde hair and big blue eyes filled with excitement as she laughs and squeezes more crazy glue onto the table.

“Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Comp asks from behind me. Well, if that isn’t a loaded fucking question. I smirk at him before turning and looking back at my woman, my forever, whether she likes it or not. She’s just about to grab the fucker's dick and press it onto the table, but before she can, I walk up behind her and grab her around the waist, lifting her and pulling her back against my chest.

“Ah, ah, ah. No more touching this fucker's dick. No more touching anyone’s dick but mine, pet,” I tell her and feel her go stiff in my arms.

I don’t have time to dodge before she pulls her head forward and then back… hard. I hear the crack of my nose and feel the blood rush down to my mouth from the blow. Oh, she has spirit.

Yummy. Yeah, I’m a fucking goner.

“Oh, that was a good hit, pet, but all you’re doing is sealing your fate with me.” I chuckle as my brothers look between the two of us and roll their eyes.

“Let me go. I was just getting to the good part, you fucker,” my pet says, trying to shove away from me.

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