Odin weaved through the crowd of Lords, making his way to us and stopping at my side. He waved at Hel, who heaved a sigh and grabbed a beer out of the fridge for him, passing it over.
“Thanks, angel.” He shot her a captivating smile, and she rolled her eyes.
“Been there, done that. I’m not one of your sugar babies. You can’t enthrall me with that smile.” She raised her stein at him and slipped out from behind the bar, probably to find someone else to give her the attention she wanted.
“What’s happening?” Thor asked gruffly, and he and Odin shared a look.
“Want to talk about this here?” Odin gave me a glance out of the corner of his eye as he took a deep swallow of his beer.
I pinched my lips at him. “You better fucking talk about this here if it’s got to do with the Souls and them fucking me up.”
He laughed, his chest rumbling, and reached over to pinch my cheek. “You’re a good boy, Loki.”
Thor patted my arm and raised my hand to his mouth, kissing it. “You can talk in front of him. He has a right to know.”
“Damn fucking right I do,” I muttered.
Odin’s laughter grew louder and he shook his head. “Fine. Costello’s gone to ground, so we think he’s the rat who told the Souls about our drugs. He took double payment for one delivery. Money from us for drugs, money from the Souls for us.”
“Of course he did. Fuck.” Thor leaned back into me, and I kissed his shoulder.
“I’m getting sick and tired of this Soul shit. Every other club knows not to fuck with us and then you get these weasels,” Odin said with a snarl. “They’re too dickless to come into the city. They keep hitting us outside of Pleasant Beach. It’s time we give them a message.”
“What do you plan on doing?” I asked, excitement snaking its way through my body and settling in my balls. The thought of blood and violence and grenades had me shifting on my barstool.
“They’re idiots, made it no secret where their main clubhouse is and what businesses they own.” Odin smirked. “We’re going into their town and fucking their shit up starting tomorrow. Modi’s got some boys heading out to Pala Mesa to do some damage.” I opened my mouth. “No, you’re not going, boy. Not yet. Give yourself a few more weeks. Don’t worry, we’re building up to the grand finale.”
“How did they know about us?” Thor asked.
Odin shook his head. “I don’t know. I think we’ve got a leak in the club.” He peered around the room and slipped his fingers in his mouth. Whistling loudly, he caught the attention of everyone in the bar. Someone turned the music down so we could hear him.
“As you all know, someone attacked Loki and Thor outside of Pleasant Beach three months ago.” The room stayed quiet. Everyone stilled. When Odin spoke, we listened. He stood tall and strong, jaw tight. Not a man we wanted to mess with. “That’s something we donotaccept.”
A few of our brothers and sisters nodded, making noises of agreement. Rig sat at the far end of the bar, gaze dark as he watched me like a predator. I smirked at him in return.
“As a Lord, we don’t care where the hell you’re from, what ethnicity you are, or what you’ve got between your legs,” Odin shouted, and cheers swept through the room, a few of them raising their beers. “What we do care about is rats. Costello’s one, and we may have one in our club.”
The cheers died, replaced with silence. A few of our brothers stared around themselves, as though they could identify who’d betrayed us right then and there.
“If you’re a Lord, we need to trust you through thick and thin. We’refamily,” Odin growled out, staring around at our club. “So, I hope I’m wrong. But if I’m not, then it’s time for you to confess because we will get it out of the Souls if someone betrayed us. I won’t be so lenient if it comes from them.”
I didn’t miss Rig taking a swig of his beer, unfazed by Odin’s speech. I wondered…. No. He might be an asshole, but I didn’t see Rig betraying us, even if I spiked his drink with laxatives.
Odin raised his arms. “Now that’s out of the way, let’s fucking drink.”
Roars of excitement filled the small area again, and the music began pumping. I rolled my eyes because that was Odin’s style. Make a big speech before drinking and partying.
Odin tipped his bottle in my direction and slapped me on the back before heading over to a few of the guys. I watched him and how easy it was for him to charm his way through the crowd. Odin did everything like that. He was the epitome of a leader. It’s how he managed to get into bed with the most powerful people.
“What do you think?” I leaned my cheek against Thor’s shoulder, staring out at our friends and club brothers and sisters. They danced and sang and enjoyed the night. Hati and Hel were cuddled up together on one of the couches, her curly hair brushing over his shoulders and chest, their legs entwined as they laughed at something Modi said. Forseti was giving Tyr what looked to be a lap dance before he cackled and slapped his hands together while Tyr swiped at him and shook his head. Overall, everyone was having the time of their lives without cut sluts and hang arounds. They had each other. Family.
Thor spun on his stool and grinned at me, his eyes lighting up as he leaned over to capture my mouth in his. He robbed me of my breath and sucked out my soul in a kiss that had my toes curling and my hips pumping forward. It’d been three months since I’d felt his dick inside me, and I craved for every inch to split me apart.
“Does this mean you’ll fuck me now?” I whispered hungrily against his mouth, darting my tongue out to lick at his upper lip. “Give me that night you promised me?”
His smirk was downright delicious and wicked, promising me all of the filthy things I wanted. “Yes.” He stood and dragged me off my stool. “Say goodbye to your friends, Loki. By the time I’m done, you might not be walking straight.”
“Please. Fuck.” My breath hitched and I leaned up on tiptoe toward him, gaze begging. I wanted him to demolish me in all the ways I loved.
