Loki's Luck

Chapter 5

5

“We have a situation, and it could get ugly,” Kingdom intoned, deep creases lining his forehead.

Loki folded his arms across his chest and settled down on the arm of the couch in Kingdom’s office at the Squad clubhouse. His eyes scanned over the other brothers present. Cutter, Puck, and Prez were either sitting or standing around the room. Beside him, Cutter was the one who looked particularly agitated. There wasn’t a whisper of a smirk on his lips, which was a rare sight.

“Kingdom, give them the specifics,” said Cutter.

“It’s Shadow,” he admitted. Puck groaned from his place, leaning against the wall. No wonder Cutter looked like he was about to rip s**t apart. Greta and Shadow grew up together in the same MC, the Dark Horsemen in Camden, New Jersey. After ignoring her a*s for a decade, he decided to steal her from Cutter when he took over the club from Greta’s father, who’d been the founding president of the club.

“He’s not getting her,” Cutter growled. “No way, no f*****g how.”

Loki clapped Cutter’s shoulder. “We know that, bro. No one’s suggesting otherwise. We took care of this before and we’ll take care of it again. Greta is Demon Squad pride. No one’s touching her.”

Cutter’s eyes slanted over to Loki, and he nodded in gratitude for Loki’s supportive speech.

“Greta is one of ours. Don’t care that she was once a Horseman. Don’t care what that motherfucker wants with her,” Prez chimed in. “She’s your old lady. She wears your property patch on her jacket. I don’t know what the f**k he’s thinking. Unless he has a death wish, he won’t touch her.”

“Not sure what his game is, to be honest,” added Kingdom. “Kite from the Squad chapter in Jersey has been texting me updates. From his intel, it seems that Shadow doesn’t have the backing of his entire club. Maybe he’s starting s**t with Kite to divert attention from his own problems or to drum up support by creating trouble with another club, making it out like they’re an outside threat.”

“Or he could be pissed off because he looked like a fool after Greta dissed his a*s in front of her father,” suggested Loki. “That old son of a b***h might be dead, but I was there during the negotiations, and he reamed Shadow’s a*s in front of a dozen Horsemen about how he was too much of a p***y to keep hold of Greta.” Greta’s father, Scorpion, was a bastard, through and through. Cutter had urged Greta to attempt to reconcile with him on his deathbed. For their efforts, Scorpion tried to undermine Cutter and Greta’s love for each other. Almost worked, too.

Kingdom sent Loki down to Camden separately to deal with Scorpion because he’d sent Shadow to lurk in Squad territory like the little b***h he was. There were strict rules against that among MCs. As if sniffing around an MC’s biker b***h wasn’t bad enough, he approached Greta while she was under Squad protection. Direct violations had to be dealt with. By the time Loki showed up for the sit-down, the place was f*****g mayhem. He snorted softly to himself. Such a Greta thing to do. That woman was a f*****g whirling dervish. Only a brother like Cutter, with his special set of skills, could bring her to heel.

“Either way, I got a call from the Dragoons MC up in Newburg.”

“That’s only half an hour away.”

“Yeah, and apparently, they had a biker hit them up for business. And guess who the motherfucker was?”

“Shadow,” Cutter replied, seemingly already in the know by the growl in his tone.

“Yup. I don’t know what the fucker thinks he’s doing, but we need to be on the alert. Greta’s an obvious mark, but everyone must be on watch. I don’t think it’s time to bring in the entire club. We’ll monitor the situation, for now.”

“You sure we shouldn’t call Church? A meeting of all the patched brothers might be the best thing we can do, in case s**t turns ugly fast,” suggested Prez.

“I get your point, Prez, but I don’t know if we should call a special session just yet or wait till the next scheduled Church meeting.”

“Fair enough,” replied Prez.

“All right, that’s it for now.” Kingdom wrapped it up with, “I’ll keep you posted.”

Puck swung the door open and waved them out. “Let’s go get us something to drink.”

“Nah, I’ve got to head back to the Box. My first self-defense class starts in less than an hour. I’ve got some supervisor lady coming to boss me around. Got to make sure everything’s copacetic so I can get rid of her a*s pronto.”

“You talkin’ about Abby?” Cutter asked, eyes gleaming with humor. “You’re not gonna get rid of her, bro.”

“So says you. I say otherwise,” replied Loki as he followed Cutter out of the office.

The fucker simply chuckled and said, “good luck,” but he looked mighty pleased with himself for Loki’s taste.