Thor (Sinful Warriors MC #4)

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

THOR

S tirring awake, I’m met with a pair of butt cheeks on one side and toes creeping toward my mouth on the other. I know what you’re thinking and no, this is not the aftermath of a sexy, hot, and steamy night.

This is the result of a sleepover with my godsons, Liam and Khai. I have two other godchildren but Angel, their triplet, is more of a daddy’s girl, so she doesn’t spend time with others too much. Chase is only six months and as much as I love him, I’m a bit nervous to have an infant overnight. But I steal him every chance I get.

I love my god kids. I’m never going to be a father, so they are the closet thing I have to it. My prez’s Ol’ Lady and her sister Sara changed everything around here. Three years ago, all we did was work, ride our bikes, drink, and fuck women. Although us single men of the club still do those things, a few of the brothers have settled into the family life.

We have three married brothers now—Viper, Bear, and recently, Blade. Viper’s father and former president of the club, Smoke, is engaged too. Blade and his Ol’ Lady tied the knot last week. They had a rocky start. Bianca had a set of triplets that Blade never knew about until about four months ago. He missed out on three years of their lives because of a scheming bunny, who had it set in her mind that Blade was hers.

Fate had bigger plans and ended up bringing them back into each other’s life and they fell quickly for each other. I’m happy for my brothers. They’re getting something I once believed I would have. The night I went to propose, I found my woman in the arms of another man. I never thought Madison was capable of something like that.

She had my heart, and she broke it in two for the rest of my life. When I left her apartment, I went home and packed my belongings. I threw my phone in the garbage, hopped on my bike, and left town. My mom has been asking me why I just up and left and never came back for years. She blames Madison, but if I ever told her the full truth. She would never believe me.

That relationship burned me from ever seeking love again. To be honest, I wasn’t looking for it before Madison, but from the moment I laid eyes on her, I fell hard.

She was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen—creamy skin with long wavy chestnut-brown hair. She had brown eyes and tiny specs of freckles on her button nose. To me, there had never been anyone more beautiful until I had seen what she was capable of.

Sometimes I regret not confronting her and asking her why she did it, but I didn’t want her seeing how badly she hurt me. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.

A tiny fart breaks my thoughts, and my nose scrunches up in protest at the unnatural smell coming from the tiny human.

Looking down at Khai, he’s still fast asleep, not even realizing the atomic bomb he just released. I stare at Khai’s dinosaur pull up, wondering if he released more than a fart because there’s no way it should smell like this.

Wanting to escape this atrocious smell, I maneuver my way out of the bed and make my way to take a quick shower. I don’t have long before they wake and when they do, they’ll want food immediately. Their appetite is much like their mama’s. My best friend.

When Cara came into the club, I tried to woo her in my bed like I had done many women over the years. My charm had never failed me until her and Sara. I was kind of butthurt in the beginning. I wasn’t used to being denied, but I would take her friendship over a night in bed any day. She brought back the old me in a way. I’ll never be who I used to be, but I allow myself to feel.

She saw past my fa?ade and saw the hurt. I had never told anyone about Madison until Cara. After I told her, she was furious. I had to talk her out of killing Madison several times. Even after what she did to me, I still couldn’t shake some of the feelings I held for her. Stupid, I know.

After getting out of the shower, I quickly brush my teeth and get dressed. I can hear the boys waking up. Opening the bathroom door, I’m met with two pairs of bright gold eyes. “Morning, little warriors. Sleep well?” I ask as I walk over to the bed.

“Hungry,” Liam mutters, rubbing his eyes. Told you. Food is always on the brain for these two.

“Well, let's get dressed so I can get you two fed and back to your mama.”

Going into my closet, I head for the back wall. I have clothes in here for all my god kids. I take my duties seriously, people. The day Cara asked me to be the godfather to her children was unexpected, but I couldn’t have been happier. I’ve always wanted kids. They might not be mine biologically, but I love them just the same. If by some chance I do become a father, nothing will change.

I grab the boys a matching pair of jeans, white t-shirts, leather jackets and their biker boots. They have to dress the part as the princes of the Sinful Warriors. Taking them inside the bathroom, I brush their teeth, wipe their faces, and quickly style their hair. I was being growled at in the process, so I made it as fast as possible.

Whenever I keep the boys overnight, the guys tone down the sexual activity around the clubhouse. I feel bad at times and feel like a bit of a cockblock, but the guys are always telling me it’s cool. They know I love spending time with my god kids, and I only get them once, maybe twice a month, for sleepovers. Crystal, Cara’s mom, is the head kidnapper around here.

When I say kidnapper, I mean it. She never asks to get the kids. Crystal just walks into her children's home and takes her grandkids to her house.

Once we make it down to the common room for breakfast, Cara is walking from the buffet table, holding three plates in her arms. I grab two of them. “For the triplets?” I ask, looking down at her.

“Yeah. You know, if they don’t eat within twenty minutes of waking up, a shitstorm brews.”

Laughing, I nod and take the plate to the kids’ table and set Khai and Liam’s breakfast down in front of them. Cara sets Angel's food down in front of her. “Tank you, Tor,” the boys mumble around a mouthful of food.

“Anytime, my little warriors.”

I walk to the buffet table and make my plate. Taking a seat at the table with some of my brothers, I dig in. “Who’s ready for the party this weekend?” Capone asks the table as he takes his seat. A round of “hell yeah” and “can’t wait” goes around the table.

We haven't thrown a party at the clubhouse in a while. There was so much going on around the time of Blades wedding, we stuck to going out to the bar that the club owns. I’m hoping something gives. I haven’t had sex in two months and not from the lack of trying. The fucker won’t get hard for anyone.

I thought it was just a phase, but I think I might have a real problem here. How the hell am I supposed to be a ladies’ man if my dick is broken? I don’t want to have to talk to Doc about this, but I will. I can’t go on the rest of my life with a limp dick. I just can’t.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I grab it. I roll my eyes when I see I have a text from one of my hookups.

Tait: What’s really going on, Thor? We haven’t hooked up in months! Is there someone else? Is that how you’re doing me?

Sighing, I dropped the phone down on the table and shook my head. Tati was one of the few women I was hooking up with right until I ran into my little problem. I was already getting annoyed with her before we stopped having sex. I never gave her any false hope. I don’t lie to the women I sleep with. They all know I have nothing to offer them but sex.

So, for Tati to be questioning me, asking rhetorical questions like is there someone else, is insane. Hell, she can only say she’s had me to herself a handful of times. Most of our hookups were threesomes she lined up with a few of her friends.

Her behavior is starting to give stalker vibes. I’ll be making sure to let the prospects know not to let her into the party tonight. I don’t have time for drama with someone I’m not in a relationship with.

Once breakfast is over, I stop by Viper’s office before heading to work. Rapping my knuckles on the door, I wait.

“Come in.”

Striding for one of the chairs in front of his desk, I take a seat. “Thanks for keeping the boys last night. They were very demanding about having a sleepover with their Tor,” he says with a childlike tone and roll of his eyes.

My shoulders shake as I try to keep my laughter in. He does this every time Khai and Liam prefer me over him, but I can’t help it if my sleepovers are the bomb.

“Anytime. You know I love your kids like they're mine.”

Viper smirks with a nod. “What can I do for you, brother?”

“I want to build a home in the back of the property.”

Viper arches his brow and leans back in his chair, staring at me. “Are you about to be settling down, brother?”

“Hell no! I just want a place of my own. To get away every now and again. Plus, I hate having the guys tone it down every time I have the boys. I know they don’t mind, but still.”

“Alright. Where are you looking to build?”

“That’s a silly question. Right next to my best bud, of course.”

Viper sighs and rolls his eyes again as he stares up at the ceiling. “I’m never getting rid of you, am I?”

After a few chuckles, I answer, “Doesn’t look like it.”

“You better be glad I know you and my woman are strictly friends, or I would kill you for how close you two are.”

I know there’s a sliver of truth in his statement. If he ever suspected I had feelings for Cara, he would no doubt try and kill me. Viper has never tried to come in between us since the day we declared to be each other’s best friend. I think he sees the way his Ol’ Lady has helped me since being here. Viper can be very observant. He’s pulled me to the side for years, trying to get the full story, but respected the fact that it wasn’t something I was ready to talk about.

“It will take a few weeks to start construction on your home. Walter and his guys are finishing up the home for Will, Debbie, Nova, Leah, and Violet. I’ll let him know to give you a call so you can discuss what you want.”

Standing to my feet, I bump his fist with mine. “Thanks, man. Later, Prez.”

Walking out the front doors, I head for my bike. It’s a Harley Street Bob and she’s my pride and joy. When I came in as a prospect, my bike was crap. I worked and saved for years until I bought this little baby.

Once I have my helmet on, I aim toward the gates and through them. On the way to the pawn shop I work at for the club, I can’t help the feeling of being watched. I’ve been having a gut feeling something is wrong for a while now. I don’t know if I’m paranoid or what. I just have the feeling something is about to happen. I just don’t know what.