Page 56 of Savage King

What the fuck happened? What had he said or done that had shifted their relationship so drastically?

What was he missing? As the prez, he was required to be observant, to see thing other people didn’t see and prevent trouble before it ever made it to his doorstep. With Skathi though, their relationship, he was standing, one-legged, his ass in the wind. He had no idea what he was doing. He had no idea how to read a woman he actually cared about. All the other women he’d been with, he didn’t give a shit if they were happy, sad, content, angry, or in pain. With his Goddess…he wanted to know it all. He wanted to be so attuned to her, he could sense her emotions, know her thoughts before she even felt or thought.

“Looks like somethin’s on your mind, Prez,” Trouble said, invading Odin’s space to sit beside him on the couch facing the bank of monitors AFK had set up as a temporary base of operations for their search for the missing girls. Each screen showed a roll of footage taken from the bordello, the street where the bordello was located, and some footage from most of the business up the street where cars had to pass to get to and from the bordello. Consensus was that the girls would have taken an Uber to their “audition” since none of them owned a vehicle, which meant they could track where the girls were headed by finding the car that picked them up.

So far, however, they’d come up empty. They’d been at it for four hours already, and Odin was fucking tired of staring at grainy footage of passing cars and foot traffic.

AFK was working on getting into the girl’s phones, but because the phones were MC property, they were more difficult to hack than normal cellphones, even for the guy who’d designed their software and encryption.

Their hacker would forever get shit for making a system so unbreakable he couldn’t even break in himself. At any other time, Odin would tell AFK he’d done a damn fine job, but right now, when they needed access to the cellphones, including the tracking GPS, he was pissed as hell it was taking so long.

He wanted to get this shit taken care of, get those girls back, so he could get home to his Goddess and put her over his fucking knee. He’d turn her ass raw, put her on her hands and knees, and fuck her hard until she was begging him for forgiveness.

Defying him at the clubhouse, denying him her kiss before leaving, then blatantly ignoring him for hours? Yeah, that fucking stopped tonight.

Grunting, Odin answered Trouble, “’Course I got shit on my mind. The fire at the gun range, Raptor and Junkie are getting’ high and causing shit at the bordello, then three of the girls go missing? This, right now with those girls, is a clusterfuck of epic proportions, and all I can do right now is sit and spin until we get something we can make a move on.”

Trouble hmmed, leaning back against the leather couch and crossing his thick arms.

“That ain’t all that’s on your mind, brother.” Trouble sat forward and made a show of peering over each shoulder, making sure they were alone in their little corner of the clubhouse. “Is this about Skathi?”

Odin growled. “Why the hell would you ask that? You think something’s wrong between me and my woman?”

He knew there was, but he didn’t want it to be common knowledge among the brothers. Especially with Trouble, who’d dig and dig until there was a pit deep enough to take a piss in China.

“I think that the shit that happened at the bordello party probably wasn’t resolved to your woman’s satisfaction.”

Another growl, this time, Odin grabbed Trouble’s shirt, gripping it tight.

“What the fuck you care about my woman’s satisfaction, fucker?”

Trouble threw up his hands and shrugged, but his eyes were hard, penetrating.

“I care about her because you care about her, even though you’re being an asshole about it. I know you messed up with Bonnie and that you probably fucked Skathi until you thought the issue was over—”

“It is over. We talked it out….” But had they? He’d taken her to the Dark Room, restrained her, then…. Fucked her until she was screaming. He’d done some talking, had told her he only wanted to be with her, that Bonnie meant nothing to him, but he hadn’t given her the chance to really see his sincerity, thinking his cock would do the proving for him. He hadn’t even let her tell him what she’d really felt. He’d been so busy trying to get her to stay with him, to not leave him, that he’d figured pleasure would tie her to him.

Fuck.

“I can tell by the blank look on your face that you just realized somethin’….” Trouble, the asshole, would never let him live it down now.

“So, yeah, you’re right, but that isn’t what made her walk out of here like she wasn’t ever coming back.”

No, that was you, asshole.

“What did you do?”

Planting his hands in his hair, he held his head in his hands, his elbows to his knees, and he thought back to that morning. He’d been so excited to see her, to hold her and kiss her, and tell her about the night he had planned for them. Then…Bonnie texted, and he thought she was starting her shit again. Then Bonnie showed up, telling him about the missing girls.

And when Skathi asked….

“Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit!” Odin lurched to his feet, his body vibrating with self-loathing.

I could remember the exact moment his Goddess had shut down on him.

She’d come to him, asking him what was going on, her concern written all over her beautiful face. And he’d cut her off, spewing shit about it being club business. Effectively telling her that he didn’t want nor need her concern.

He choked, his lungs refusing to work. He stumbled back to the couch and collapsed on it. Trouble mumbled something about ‘the harder they fall’ and crossed his arms, staring at Odin.

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