Aftermath: Loki

Chapter One

The rumble of his Harley sounded much like rolling thunder as he traveled down the path to the old abandoned warehouse. As he approached, a young prospect quickly began opening the gate. He rolled into the complex finding hundreds of other bikes. He could hear the loud music, chatter, and laughter of the other bikers.

As Loki walked toward the entrance, a few of the bikers would shout out to him, throw a salute, or a good hearty pat on the back. He continued his stroll through the ocean of bikers, biker-bitches, mounds of drugs, and of course sex. This was the party of who's who in biker royalty and their generals. You didn't just show up uninvited and you'd die if you did. The farther Loki walked the tighter his cut seemed to get, like a python squeezing the life out of his prey. Reminding him of who he was. As he walked by, an older guy shouted out his name, saluted Loki while he continued to pound into some redhead bent over a pool table. Loki returned the salute as he pursued the one person he came here to find, Hound.

Hound was an old acquaintance, used by many. He was a hunter of things and people. Hound had a unique skill for finding anything, people wanted by any means necessary. He was also a lover of women. All Loki had to do was find the largest group of women.

Loki spotted it. It was far back in the left corner. The area was set up like a large living room. Three sofas in a semicircle arranged with a space rug and coffee table. The table was covered in a smorgasbord of drugs of any kind. A few young prospects stood, grinning from ear to ear as they watched a busty blond bounce around on Hound's enormous cock while a few more horny bitches waited for their turn.

"I want to be just like him when I grow up," one prospect said, gripping his own erection.

"Don't you have a job to do?" Loki asked him as he walked by.

"Oh, shit! Sorry, Loki." He said running off.

Loki came through the crowd. Sitting on one of the sofas, he lit a blunt. Taking a long drag. "Hey, you about done with that, Hound? I need to talk business with you."

The girl riding Hound was going as hard and fast as she could. She was louder by the second. Tits, ass, and hair bounced everywhere. The girl was about to cum any minute.

Hound gripped the girl by the waist, moving her to the side. "Loki! How the fuck are you? So, the prodigal son has returned."

The girl was clearly shocked by Hound's sudden lack of interest. "Hey! I was almost done!"

Hound motioned for one of the other guys to take care of the girl. A large biker, lots of muscles, drifted to her. Lifting up, throwing her over his shoulder in a barbaric manner. Tossing in a few grunts for dramatic effect. He slapped her bare ass that was now in the air for all to see.

"Looks like it's a hell of a party, man. Thought I'd might find you here." Loki told him as he sat back and took a swig of beer that a prospect had just handed him.

"What the fuck brings you back to this hell hole. The King not treating you well?"

"I need your services"

"What the hell you need my services for? Did ya lose something?" Hound said with a chuckle.

"Something. But we need to talk someplace more private."

"Well, alright then." Hound stood, tucked in his still hard cock and zipped up his jeans. "Follow me."

Loki followed him up a set of stairs leading to an old office, now an apartment. Hound strolled over to the counter, grabbed a full bottle of Jack. Then sat at a table in the middle of the room.

"How can I be of service to you, brother?"

"Need you to hunt someone down for me. But no one can know"

"What kind of information can you give me?" Hound asked, turning the bottle up then handed it to Loki.

"Blonde hair, hazel eyes, about five-four"

"It's always a woman," Hound chuckled. "What'd she do? Still your money or break your heart?"

"She's dead," Loki dead-panned.

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah, she's dead,"

"Why the fuck do you want me to hunt down a dead girl?"

"I think someone may be posing as her or hell I don't know. I just need you on this and you can't let this get out. Her name was Ann Alexander. Only one other person knows about the last name. But he won't be a problem." Loki said, rubbing his face.

"Any other information you might have could be important. What else you got?"

"She told us her last name was McClain. We met her in North Carolina. Her husbands name was Daniel"

"Husband? What about him? Would he have any info?"

Loki sat back, put his hands behind his head. A large grin spread across his face.

"No, man, that's a dead end"

Hound stopped in mid swig and cocked a brow. "Really? Anything else?"

"I had set her up with a new ID before she went missing. I don’t think she had a chance to use it. I have looked for any trails with that and found none. But that's all I got for now," Loki explained.

"Why do I get the feeling this could get me killed?"

"Couldn't most of the jobs you take on get you killed?”

"Yeah, but I also know who you work for," Hound chuckled.

"As long as you keep this between us, we won't die," Loki told him, taking a swig of Jack.

"Okay, then, does that conclude our business?" Hound asked with a grin.

"Yeah, for now"

"Good. Let's party. I still have a hard on that needs attention" he said as he sent a text message on his phone.

Loki chuckled. "How do you manage to keep a hard on this long?"

"Well, when I need to perform with the ladies, I take a little blue pill. I only do it in social gatherings such as this. It keeps the prospects amazed," Hound busted out laughing.

Loki almost choked on his drink, he laughed so hard. "You're going to have a fucking heart attack one day"