Scornful

Geirolf

I was minding my business drinking when the boys when I decided to take a smoke break and saw the unthinkable—a man had his hand wrapped around Astrid's neck.

She wasn't just the VP's daughter in my eyes. She was the kind of woman who should have a man worship her, in all her curvaceous glory.

I wasted no time teaching that sorry son of a bi*** a lesson.

That was the moment I knew she was mine, even if I knew there would be issues with her father.

But, what was more important to Fenrir? Keeping me away from Astrid, or getting the Patriot once and for all? We were at war, and we had to pick and choose our battles wisely.

Contains mature themes.

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