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I take my eyes off of Makayla’s ass and look at Acid. He’s glaring at me like I’ve got two heads, and I’m pretty sure I know why.
Riding here on the black custom Harley with gold waves painted on the gas tank gave me plenty of time to think about how I would approach Makayla. I walked in with a plan. And then it went to shit.
“Nothing.”
“Brother, you couldn’t even speak when you saw her. It was creepy.”
He’s not wrong, and that pisses me off. Makayla is a mission, so why was it like getting struck by lightning when I first saw her?
“Does she look familiar to you?” I ask my Sergeant at Arms.
“Yeah, she looks exactly like the description Ms. Steinbeck gave us.”
“No, I mean…” I shake my head. How the fuck do I explain that she reminds me of someone? That seeing Makayla was like seeing home for the first time in thousands of years? “Never mind.”
When we arrived in the area two days ago, we took time to familiarize ourselves with the clubhouse and the town. I’ve watched civilization change and evolve on the screens in Odin’s office back home, but I wasn’t prepared to see it all in person.
Everything is different.Everything.
Despite knowing better, I was expecting to see similar villages like the one I grew up in.
Like the one I died in.
I definitely didn’t expect to be sucker punched in the soul when I walked into Cherry’s Gentlemen’s Club. My surroundings have been unfamiliar since the moment we started to transition to the human world, and there’s no way I could’ve prepared for that to change in a place where women use their bodies for financial gain.
“You need to get your shit together,” Inferno bites out. “Makayla is a mission, not some piece of ass. You know the rules.”
Do not become emotionally involved with a human, and physical relations between a
Warrior and a human are forbidden.
Yeah, I know the fucking rules.
“My shit is together,” I lie.
“Ms. Steinbeck warned me about this,” Demo comments, finally taking his eyes off the woman on the stage.
“About what?” Reaper asks, also joining the conversation.
“Transition sickness.”
“Transition sickness?” I repeat. “What the fuck is that?”
Reaper slaps me on the shoulder. “It’s when your brain’s all foggy from the trip. Makes you act weird and shit.”
“Shouldn’t last more than a week or so, if the old woman is to be believed,” Demo adds.
“I don’t think this has anything to do with the transition,” Inferno states with a smirk. “He’s trippin’ balls because Makayla’s wicked hot, and he wants in her pants.”
“She’s off limits, so it must be that sickness thing,” I bark.
It has to be that.
“She might be forbidden, but youaregonna have to talk to her.”
“No shit,” I say, glaring at Demo.
Acid turns away from the group to look toward the other end of the bar. “Well, looks like you get a reprieve tonight. Makayla’s busy with other customers.”
