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“No shit. I don’t either. But he wasn’t doing anything wrong or being an asshole for once. Besides, I can take care of myself.”
It’s not lost on me that he’s here because he rushed to my aid… for the third time.
“I’ll follow you to the clubhouse,” Viking says, and mounts his bike, effectively ending the conversation.
As much as his possessiveness annoys me, there’s no denying it’s hot as hell.
I put the car in reverse when he moves his bike out of the way. It takes longer than I anticipated to get to the big brick building in the boonies, but it gives me a chance to calm down, and when we arrive, my anger is gone.
“I’ve gotta meet with the guys, but you can have a seat at the bar or watch TV while you wait,” Viking says as he ushers me inside.
“I’ll do some work,” I tell him and make my way to the couch.
“Okay, make yourself at home.”
He heads down the hall, and I can hear voices floating through the air when a door is opened. I don’t hear it for long though, because the distinct click of the door shutting and being locked quickly follows.
I drop my bag onto the sofa and as I’m lowering myself to the cushion, a female voice startles me.
“Finally, we meet.”
23
Viking
“What are we supposed to do about it?”
I’ve been meeting with the brothers for an hour now, and we’re no closer to agreeing on how to handle these mysterious notes Makayla’s had placed on her car.
“So you’re okay with her getting hurt?” I demand. “Because I’m not.”
“Brother, that’s not what Demo is saying,” Inferno states. “All we’re trying to figure out is how to complete our missionandprotect her without pissing off the heavens.”
I have to come clean with them, divulge a secret I’ve held onto for so long. I’m not sure how it’ll go across, but I don’t have a choice. Not if I want their help.
“Odin owes me this,” I bite out.
Inferno leans back in his chair and arches a brow. But he doesn’t speak. I’ve said the same thing to him hundreds of times, and never explained.
Acid has no such reticence. “Pres, you always say that, but you don’t fucking elaborate.”
“Unburden yourself, man,” Demo says, sounding far wiser than he is.
“We’re supposed to trust you, have your back,” Reaper adds. “How can we do
that if we don’t have all the facts?”
It’s true, what they’re saying. Which is why I’m going to finally tell them.
“Before my death, I was married,” I begin. “My wife’s name was Mea.”
“What does that have to do with what Odin owes you?” Inferno queries.
“When I was escorted into Valhalla, all I wanted was to go back to her, to Mea. I begged and pleaded with Kára to send me back. And as you know, that’s not possible.” I shrug. “But I was promised that Mea and I would be reunited one day. Odin has kept me waiting for decade after decade after decade.”
“And you think Mak—”
The door flies open, banging against the wall, and Makayla rushes into the room, eyes dark with rage.
