Page 78 of Goose







Chapter Eighteen

Bambi

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GOOSE DIDN’T MAKE ITback last night. He stayed at the medical center with Zane for the night. He’s still in a coma. But Goose stayed for me. He’s in Church now with all the other men and they’ll be out any minute now.

I’m in the kitchen with Astrid getting breakfast set up when Blade comes strolling in. I roll my eyes as he leans on the counter and smiles toward Astrid.

“How you doing this morning? Settling in alright?”

She glances at him before heading over to the large oven.

“The ladies have been great in helping me with everything.”

I have to stifle my laughter at her dismissal of Blade. He glares at me as he tries to get her attention.

“That’s great. I noticed you had quite a few tattoos. Intricate too.”

Astrid shrugs her shoulders. “Yup. MyAfidid them. Where did you get yours? Prison? Basement? Trailer?”

I burst out laughing as Blade crosses his arms. “When I was in the army, actually. I also can do them myself. Looking to open up a tattoo shop soon.”

Astrid turns and eyes Blade. “That’s cool. Do you do everybody’s tattoos around here?”

Blade nods as I laugh and walk over to him. “Blade here is an amazing tattoo artist. Did all of mine!”

“Awesome. Well, when you’re ready to open up shop, let me know and I’ll hook you up with my friend who’s a tattoo artist.”

Astrid turns and walks out the door before Blade can even answer. I burst out laughing as Blade glares at me.

“She just shut you the fuck down, huh?”

He growls and grabs an apple. “Whatever. I get plenty of pussy. Don’t need to fuck with Thor’s sister.”

“Whatever you say, buddy.”

I laugh as I carry a tray of muffins out toward the dining hall. Blade has finally met a girl who didn’t drop her panties at his feet. I have a feeling I’m going to love having Astrid around.

As I carry more food and drinks out, a pair of large hands wraps around my waist. I land against a hard chest and know it’s Goose.

The sweet smell of tobacco and spearmint surrounds me, and I turn to look up at Goose.

“Hey there, angel. Whatcha got?”