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The driver asks, “Are you sure this is the right place?”
“Yeah. Thanks, man. Keep the change.”
Opening the door, Flynn climbs out. I do the same, and Freja follows.
“Right this way, ladies.”
He turns the corner, going down a dimly lit alley.
Freja asks in a low tone, “How well do you know this guy?”
“Well enough.”
But I can’t deny that I’m a bit nervous to follow. He’s at a door and motions for us to enter. I’m shocked when I step into a fully furnished flat.
“Welcome to my humble abode,” he says, closing the door behind us.
“You live here?”
“I know it’s not like the house you’re used to, but I promise it’s not that bad.”
My cheeks flame. “Sorry. That did sound judgy, didn’t it?”
He shrugs. “At least I have a place, right?”
Freja, who’s already made herself at home on the couch, holds up a pillow and says, “This baby cost two grand. You seem to do just fine.”
“I suppose so. Would you like anything to drink, or shall I skip right to the good stuff?”
Freja answers, “Good stuff. You have snacks for later, right?”
He pads to the kitchen, opening a cabinet where there are several bags of chips and other snack foods.
Freja sighs. “This day just gets better and better.”
Flynn says, “Let’s get this party started, ladies.”
* * *
An hour later, Freja has her head in my lap and her feet across the rest of the couch. Flynn sits at my feet, leaning against me. We’re all higher than shit. I don’t know about them, but I haven’t felt this good in a long time.
Freja finishes telling Flynn the short version of who our family is, and he shakes his head.
“Fuck. So I’ve literally stolen Mafia royalty. Should I be expecting to find a horse's head on my doorstep?”
I laugh so hard that I snort. I wave my hand over my face, dying of embarrassment. “Sorry. Just picturing Grandmama caring enough about us to kill a horse to send a message.”
“You don’t think she loves you?”
I make a sound. “Love is a strong word. One that’s not used very much by anyone in our family.”
I hate that I think of Odin and his stance on love.
Freja adds, “Love makes you weak and Grandmama hates weaknesses.”
“Now I’m really glad that I broke you out the other day.”
Freja’s eyes widen as she tilts her head to look at me. “Bitch, are you holding out on me?”
