Page 6 of Thor
“Fuck.” Odin ran his hand over his chin, mouth twisting in displeasure. “We chose that fucking shipyard because we were promised less activity there. It’s outside the city on a Saturday. No one was going to be working anywhere near there. What the fuck happened?”
Thor and I stayed silent because we had no idea.
“Did Costello seem surprised by them being there?”
“You think he had something to do with it?” Thor asked, stiffening.
Costello was a piece of shit middleman who I trusted less than the starving dog searching for food. He seemed genuine, had one of those wide white toothy smiles, but men like him got to that position for a reason. They always had a knife hidden up the sleeve of their fancy suit to stab people in the back.
“Makes sense, doesn’t it?” Odin grumbled, eyeing the cases that were being unloaded from the van. “How many did we get?”
“Most of the shipment before the Souls rocked up,” I said, glancing over my shoulder. “They had us blocked in, and we had to do a little… improvising.”
Odin snorted and patted me on the cheek hard enough that it almost hurt. “How many of them did you blow up?”
I merely grinned, excited tingles racing along my skin. “I never explode people and gossip.”
He rolled his eyes and swept past us to check out the merchandise, smoothing his hand over the wooden cases that hid the drugs. Inside, it looked like bath soaps, nothing amazing, but the MDMA was hidden in them. Unless the cops had a reason to be suspicious, they wouldn’t need to look. Odin had certain important players on his payroll, though, which meant a few detectives would be turning up in a couple hours to ask what the hell we were thinking, and Odin would toss them some cash.
The doors opened again and a young woman walked out, stepping awkwardly down the stairs in green high heels, while holding one side of her dress against her breasts. The material was torn, the strap nothing but ripped pieces, and her makeup was a smudged mess on her face. The stupid I’ve-just-been-fucked grin was there, too.
I rolled my eyes when she walked over to Odin, and he gave her a hard kiss on the lips, slapping her ass.
“Forseti,” Odin barked.
Forseti appeared from behind one of the open doors of the van. The blond rat’s nest on his head was windswept, and I swore he’d never brushed it in his life. A whisp of a mustache growing on his face made him look like a wannabe seventies porn star, but he was one hell of an enforcer, good with his fists and weapons. “Yes, Pres?”
“Take my precious fuckable angel home, will you? Daddy’s got things to do.”
The young woman giggled as she tied her dress together so it wouldn’t fall to reveal her breasts. She slapped his chest, scraping fluorescent pink nails over his pecs. Her blonde hair fell out of the tie holding it together and cascaded over her thin shoulders. “When will I see you again, Daddy?”
Odin smirked, and I sighed, ready for the waterworks. “We’re done, sweetheart. Daddy doesn’t stick it in a person more than once.”
Her bottom lip wobbled, and I steeled myself for a scream, wail, or something similar. She wasn’t the only woman he’d fucked and then ditched who’d been upset by the brush off. They thought they were going to be Odin’s sugar babies, that they were going to live in luxury for the rest of their lives, maybe pop out a couple of kids for him in payment, but Odin wasn’t looking for a wife. He never had been. He always said he’d done that once and wasn’t doing it again.
“Why?” The waterworks started, blobs of tears trailing down her cheeks as she slapped him on the chest, the claws more for scratching than teasing now that she was angry. “I thought we had something. You said I was the best pussy you’d had.”
Laughter bubbled from my mouth, and she spun on me, glaring.
I shrugged in response. “You didn’t actually believe that, did you? He’s had pussy since before you were born,princess.”
Odin laughed, and the woman screeched in fury, punching him on the chest with a closed fist this time before she spun on her heels, nearly breaking her ankle when she rolled her foot in the process. She started storming down the asphalt driveway, throwing her arms about as though that would make him change his mind. Her dress was caught in her panties, showing off her ass as she stalked away.
Odin rolled his eyes and waved a hand at Forseti. “Go get her and take her home. I don’t want to be blamed for a young woman being assaulted.”
Forseti ran his hand through his blond hair and nodded with a smirk. He strode over to his bike, which he’d left in the parking area, and started her up. The Yamaha roared to life. He revved her engine before pulling out in front of the damaged van and taking off down the driveway to catch up with the fiery little sprite.
“Really, Odin? Telling another one she had the best pussy you’ve ever had?” I asked.
He laughed and crossed his arms, shrugging. “I get caught up in the moment. Not my fault they believe me.”
I snorted and waved my hand. “Where’s Damian?”
His mouth twisted like it always did when I mentioned his son, my adoptive brother. He pointed to the mansion. “When I brought Trina in, he said he was going to the beach.”
I ran a hand down the side of my face. Odin was a damn fool if I’d ever met one, but he had a brilliant mind when it came to running the club. He just didn’t know how to be a father to a blind man. Hell, he didn’t even try.
I strode up the steps into the house and went through the foyer and into the barroom we usually used for parties and relaxing. To the side of the room was a glass door that led out into the backyard, and I stepped outside. The sounds of waves crashing against the beach reached my ears, and I followed the noise out over the wooden walkway and onto the sand, my boots squishing into it as I strode toward the firmer parts of the shore. I caught sight of Damian close to the water’s edge, sitting on the sand and staring out to the ocean. He couldn’tseethe waves, but he’d always loved listening to them.
