Malicious: A Nomad Biker Novel (Raiders of Valhalla MC Book 1) by Elizabeth Knox (free children's ebooks online TXT) 📕

a long, thick beard. I rise, completely out of it and rush over, open the door and blink my eyes rapidly. “Fenrir, everything okay?”

“Yeah . . . you alright?” His eyes scan over my body and settle on my tits for a second before meeting my eyes once again.

I nod and lick my lips. “Yeah, what time is it?” I continue blinking rapidly.

“About nine in the morning. The kids and I thought it would be nice if you came over for breakfast.”

“When?” I ask him, swallowing hard. I’m completely disoriented, and he probably sees it clearly.

Fenrir smirks. “Whenever you can get over to the house, but if you want company, I’d love to walk over with you.”

I’m caught blinking again at him, but this time it’s like he’s lost his damn mind. He’s never wanted to spend time with me, so did he fall and bump his head or what?

“I . . . I just woke up. Um, give me like fifteen minutes and I’ll be right over. I just need to get—”

He puts a hand up and smiles brightly. “There’s no need to explain. Take thirty minutes. We’ll see you when you’re ready, and I’ll go ahead and get started on breakfast.” Before I can say anything, Fenrir is walking away and I’m caught watching every step he takes away from me, wishing he was walking toward me and not away.

God, what is going on in this head of mine?

Chapter Twelve

Fenrir

It’s been a little over two weeks since the incident, if you could call it that, with Charm’s special brownies. I haven’t seen her around much since she dropped the kids back off after taking them out for some fun. I did see her the other day when I invited her over for breakfast, but that was uneventful.

We’d been busy getting things done. The kids went back to school, and I worked along with my brothers figuring out what to do with the warehouse. Logi’s good with sketching, so he’d drawn up a plan for us and we’d gotten started on it. No reason to pay someone else to do something my brothers and I could do ourselves.

While working on the warehouse converting it into our clubhouse, my brother, Vanir, has been looking into Amanda’s accident. I’d asked him to do this for me because I wouldn’t be satisfied with the cops’ report by itself. Not just that, I have this gut feeling something else is going on. Like there’s something I don’t know about. I wanted to know who the fucker was who’d jackknifed a semi-truck. I needed to know if it was intentional or completely accidental. Better yet, I wanted the fucker to suffer for taking Amanda’s life. Knowing the judicial system, he’ll probably get off with only probation or some shit. Maybe lose his license.

It’s happened before. Rati’s older brother was killed by a semi-truck years ago. He’d been heading to work when it happened. The man who killed him had been speeding, was on the phone, and not paying attention when it happened. I clearly remember the night we got the call about him. We’d been getting ready to head out of town after visiting with my aunt for her birthday. The scene had been blocked off for hours when we got there. My aunt stood in the middle of the road and told us. Rati took it harder than anyone would have thought. Then again, that was his big brother as well as his best friend.

Because of the accident Rati’s brother had been in, I needed to be sure. I’d understand if it was completely an accident, but if the accident was due to not paying attention, then I classify that shit as intentional. No person, man or woman, should be allowed to get away with either for any reason. Murder is murder no matter how you look at it.

Shaking my head to get rid of the dark thoughts filling my mind, I move about my room and start getting ready for the day. I’d finally cleaned out Amanda’s room a week ago, getting rid of things that were pointless to keep. I boxed up the stuff that I wanted to keep for the kids. Her jewelry, her wedding dress for Astrid, and memorabilia items. I stuck them up in the attic and donated the rest.

I talked with my kids about her bedroom furniture. I didn’t want to sleep in something that belonged to her. Not when she wasn’t here anymore. It didn’t feel right, especially when my head kept bringing up images of a certain woman next door.

Emil and Oskar thought it would be a good idea to put the stuff in a small storage unit for Astrid when she gets older. I didn’t want to give it to her just yet. She’s in the stage of wanting to draw everywhere. I’d seen the back of her door in her room and though the picture was really good, I had to explain to her no more drawing on walls. When she’s a little older, I’ll pull it back out of storage and give it to her.

After getting ready, I head out of my room. Emil, Oskar, and Astrid were all sitting sleepily at the table, ready for breakfast.

Today, I’m taking them out once we eat breakfast. I don’t want them complaining about being hungry while we’re at the zoo.

“Daddy, can you do my hair in braided pigtails?” Astrid asks.

I inwardly groan at her question. “Ugh, how about I regular braid?”

I’d been lucky the past two weeks with her. She’d wanted only ponytails. That is until last night when we’d watch to my horror Pippi Longstocking. Give me gore and horror movies any day over a movie about a chick with braided pigtails.

“But I wanna have braided pigtails,” my little girl whines.

Fuck me.

I don’t even know how to braid hair.

A thought crosses my mind and I sigh in frustration. She owes me so I’ll see if Charm can do it.

“Stay