Page 12 of Thor
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Tobias “Thor” Langley
Mom’s voiceechoed in my brain, her soft tone giving me the news about Daniel’s death. Her voice had wavered, the tears she held back evident in the way she’d spoken. It’d been eighteen years since I’d heard her, but I wouldn’t forget the way she sounded, how gentle her words were. Nothing could make me forget her, which was why I’d messaged her my new phone number on Facebook a few years back before deleting my account after she’d answered with her own. I didn’t tell her where I was or who I was with, but a part of me hoped she would call. I never expected the first time she would reach out to be because one of the boys had killed himself.
Daniel had been the oldest of our group of friends, born six months before me. He’d been the cool guy, the one girls wanted to date and boys wanted to be. Out of the friends who were left, I hadn’t expected him…. I shook my head. There was no use dwelling on it. He’d done it. He’d hung himself. Now I needed to drive back to Washington and go to his funeral. I owed him that much.
It was my fault.
Odin leaned back in his brown leather chair, a brand-new piece of furniture he’d bought a week or so ago, and it was fancy with a tall back. Behind him was two bookshelves sculpted into the walls with expensive and interesting books. He didn’t seem like the kind of person to read, but I’d seen him more than once with a pair of glasses on and a book open.
He clasped his hands together and narrowed his eyes on me, and my gaze wandered to his desk, the same one I’d fucked Loki on last night. Odin didn’t know, of course, because Loki had cleaned the evidence, and Odin had been too focused on drinking through his after-sex mood. He always drank when he was done fucking a woman who thought she was going to be his next piece of gilded snatch. No one was good enough for him, though. He fucked pussy and sent them on their way.
“So you want a week off?” he asked, throwing an ankle over his knee. His black boots were freshly polished to a shine by one of the prospects. I hadn’t attempted to learn his name. He wouldn’t be around for long. As far as I was concerned, he was useless. A klutz.
I nodded. “Yeah. I know shit’s going south with the Souls, but a good friend died. I need to head up to Washington for his funeral.”
He hummed. “You don’t need to ask. You earned a break. Why don’t you take a couple of weeks?”
I inwardly winced. Fuck that. A few days with my family was more than enough time. “No, one week is fine. I’ll leave tomorrow. The funeral is on Friday, and as soon as it’s done, I’ll head back. Be here by Sunday.”
He stared at me like he did when he was trying to figure something out, then finally leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. His wet silver hair gleamed, the morning sun lighting up his office, and he looked fresh. Odin was hot for an older guy in his mid forties, and he had the stamina of someone in their twenties. I’d seen him in a sex marathon, one pussy after another, mostly the hang arounds who liked being taken by as many biker cocks as they could. He’d even had his dick inside Nanna, the wife of our secretary, Vili. They shared her sometimes, and she took each thick piece with ease.
“Fine. A week. If you’re not here by Sunday, don’t stress. We can handle shit here. We always do.”
I nodded my thanks and leaned back in the chair I sat on, just as a knock echoed on the door. Odin ordered the person to come in, and Loki stepped through, smiling. If the sun made Odin look good, Loki looked like a god, all radiant and shit with his blond curls fluttering around his shoulders. He wore jeans and a white T-shirt, his cut over the top with the Norse Lord MC patch sewn onto the right chest.
“Did you ask him?” Loki asked as soon as he was at my side.
“If I could have some time off? Yeah, and he said yes.” I shrugged.
His grin widened as he spun on Odin. “I’m going with him.” It wasn’t a request, rather an order.
Odin’s brows furrowed and he stroked his chin. “Why?”
“Someone needs to have his back and I got it.” Loki plopped into the leather chair beside mine, kicking his boots up on Odin’s desk. If it’d been anyone else, they might have had their feet blown off by the shotgun Odin kept near him, but Odin let Loki get away with alotof stuff. “I’m going. It’d be nice to have your permission, but you know I’d go anyway.”
Odin snorted and grabbed a pen, poking the end at Loki’s boots until they dropped to the floor. “Keep those shoes off my desk unless you want my foot up your ass, boy.”
He blinked at Odin and his lips curled to one side. I steeled myself for his response. “Yes,Daddy.”
I rolled my eyes and smothered a laugh behind my hand. If Odin was anything, it was a daddy, and it was what the girls liked to call him because they all wanted to be his sugar baby.
Odin pursed his lips at Loki’s laughter. “Don’t make me kick your ass.”
“I might enjoy it,” Loki said with a lazy shrug.
“You might.” Odin glanced at me from the corner of his eye and sighed. “Fine, Loki, you can go with Thor. But don’t blow up any shit in Washington, got it? I don’t have leverage there like I do in Cali, and I can’t ride up there and save your ass from jail.”
Loki’s laughter doubled and he waved his hand at Odin. “Sure, sure. We’re only going there for a funeral. What could I possibly blow up?”
Odin and I both stared at him. Healwaysfound something to get himself into trouble, and exploding things is what he did best. Give him a bomb or a grenade and he’d makesomethinggo boom.
“I’ll keep him in line,” I said with a smirk. “It’s a small town. There’s not much trouble up there. No clubs as far as I know.”
Odin gave me a look, and we agreed on what we were both thinking—it didn’t matter that Wittstock was a pitstop on the way to nowhere, he’d find trouble.
Odin sighed and waved his hand at Loki. “Try to be good and don’t piss off Thor. I’ll give him my blessing to send you home if you annoy him.”
