Page 13 of The Assassin
“I said that’s enough!” Odin stepped in front of Ardan, eyes narrowed and irritation creasing lines in his forehead. “Fuck. You two hate each other, don’t you?”
Ardan panted, his whole body hurting. He throbbed everywhere—stomach, face, legs, arms—and he wasn’t sure if bones were broken. Blood poured down his face and into his right eye and he had to close the lid to stop any of it getting into his pupil.
Mancini didn’t look much better. His face was littered with cuts, and blood stained his white shirt a deep red. His cheek was already swollen, the evident signs of bruising colored his face and neck.
Odin grunted deeply. “Go clean up. You’re both a fucking mess.”
Ardan shook off the hold on him and turned to give Santiago a one-eyed glare. He stumbled, and Mancini caught him. Ardan tried to tell him to piss off, but the copper taste of blood filled his mouth and he spat it out, spraying the ground near Odin’s boots.
Odin glowered at him and pointed outside the ring. “Go get washed up around the side of the house. I don’t want blood on my floor.”
Ardan had no choice but to let Mancini lead him through the parting crowd. Mancini’s hand gripped at Ardan’s upper arm and it hurt, making Ardan think he might have bruises there too.
“You’re a bastard,” Ardan finally muttered, spitting out another glob of blood. He tongued at the soft tissue in his mouth and felt a cut on the inside of his cheek, obviously where the blood was coming from.
Mancini’s laugh warped into a groan as he clutched at his ribs. “It’s been a while since I had a good fight.”
Ardan’s lips quirked into a half smile before he realized what he was doing and tamped it down. “Yeah, me too.”
Mancini led him around the corner of the house. The yard wasn’t as big as the one at the boss’s house, but it was wide and green and had the same Hampton feel. The side of the house had fewer lights, though, and Ardan had to blink to let his eyes adjust to the sudden darkness. He nearly stumbled over something, but Mancini held onto his arm, keeping him upright.
Grunts in the dark made Mancini tug Ardan to a stop.
“Fuck. Oh fuck. Yeah, Thor.” The sound of skin slapping against skin was unmistakable and while the moans were quiet, it was loud enough for them to hear.
Ardan couldn’t see Mancini’s face, but he imagined he was smirking.
“Jesus Christ. Loki, you’re so tight.”
Ardan’s eyebrows hiked up high and he tugged at Mancini, stepping farther into the darkness, until they saw a sliver of moonlight that lit a small alcove next to the house. There, cozied up in the small space, were two men, both of whom were very familiar to Ardan. Even though Thor’s mass mostly covered Loki’s because he had him pushed against the brick exterior wall, every so often he moved and Loki’s golden hair peeked out from in front of him. A window beside their heads reflected light across their bodies, giving Ardan and Mancini a perfect view of them.
Every time Thor’s hips shoved forward, Loki moaned. “Fuck, Thor. Right there.”
Loki shifted forward and Ardan could see him better. His hands clawed at the bricks, fingers digging into the grooves. Thor pressed at his back and Loki bent over farther, probably to get a better fucking position.
Well, this was definitely new. The last time Ardan was here, Odin was overly protective of hisadoptedson. The one rule Odin had for Ardan was no one fucked with Loki, but apparently that wasn’t the same for the club’s vice president. He also never said anything about his biological son, which was curious, but none of Ardan’s business.
Mancini cleared his throat, and the two men froze. Thor glanced over his shoulder and the brightness from the window cut across his sharp cheekbones, illuminating his rough but handsome face. His blond hair was brushed off his forehead, long strands that had been combed backward.
Loki, on the other hand, had a slimmer appearance and he appeared much younger, although Ardan didn’t know if that was the case. His light hair was a mess on his head, as though he’d been tugging at it, and his lips were swollen, thoroughly devoured. A flush spread across his cheeks and he patted Thor’s hip, but Thor gripped his waist with enough pressure that his fingertips turned white.
“Hello.” Mancini’s happy tone made Ardan press his lips together to stop himself from laughing. It was the complete opposite to the horrified expressions on Thor’s and Loki’s faces.
Thor’s muscular arms curled around Loki’s waist, his hand covering Loki’s crotch like they were trying to get a good look at his cock. His face turned to stone and his jaw tightened. “Gabriel.”
It took Ardan a moment to remember that Gabriel was Mancini’s first name. How long had it been since he’d called Mancini that?Never.He hadn’t been Gabriel to Ardan, he was Gabe. His chest squeezed, and Ardan shoved off Mancini’s hold on him. He couldn’t see his face in the darkness, which he was grateful for.
“Good evening, Thor and Loki.” Mancini chuckled and the sound was loud in the otherwise quiet night. The crowd’s cheers sounded miles away even though it was just around the back of the house. “What are you doing this fine night?”
Thor glared. “If you tell anyone—”
Loki shoved him and they both hissed, and it wasn’t hard to work out that Thor’s cock had slipped out of Loki’s asshole. Loki ducked and tugged up his pants, while Thor crossed his arms over his muscular chest. The Norse Lords MC tattoo stood out against his left pec, the dark ink vibrant against his tanned skin. He had another tattoo on his neck, too, but Ardan couldn’t see it in this light. Thor obviously wasn’t embarrassed about his nakedness, or the fact that his still hard cock was on display. He didn’t need to be. There wasnothingembarrassing about his appendage. He had to be over eight inches at least and was thick. Loki was a lucky guy.
“Tobias, stop.” Loki nudged Thor, turning toward them. He grinned, using the charm Ardan knew he had. “We’d appreciate you not mentioning this to anyone else.”
“I’m assuming Odin doesn’t know about your little fun,” Mancini said with a rough chuckle.
“No, and we want to keep it that way.” Loki’s smile turned almost seductive as he closed the distance between them and reached out to touch Mancini’s chest. “Odin doesn’t like the idea of me being an adult.”
