Free Very Much Alive by Dana Marie Bell

what he’d planned for Baldur and Hodr, but not all.
    Not enough to stop him completely.
    If Loki hadn’t interfered, things would have worked out a great deal differently. And now Jordan, the traitorous little bitch, was picking Loki’s side over his. And if Loki stayed true to form, there was no way Val was getting anywhere near Jordan or Baldur again.
    Unless…
    Grimm smiled, and the window in front of him frosted over.
    “Well. I see you’re having happy thoughts.”
    Grimm turned to see Rina Southerland, Val’s mother, standing in the doorway to his office. “Rina.”
    She shut the door behind her and smiled seductively. “We have a date tonight, remember?”
    He smiled again. Indulging Rina was one of his favorite pastimes. And since Frederica was at one of her charity functions, he had more than enough time to indulge himself, as well. “Of course. How could I forget?” He walked over and pulled her roughly to him, kissing her passionately as she cupped his thickening cock through his slacks. For her he changed into the virile young man he truly was, not the Old Grimm everyone thought him to be.
    For a frost-Jotun, Rina had more fire in her than any other woman he’d ever bedded, including his wife. And, buried balls-deep in her pale, slender body, he even managed to forget his troubles for a little while.
    Too bad he was going to have to kill her before he killed Val. After all, a wise man knew better than to rouse a mother bear.
     
     
     
    Kir watched carefully as Logan placed Jordan in the back seat of his Lexus. They’d opted to buy the car when they realized how uncomfortable Jordan would be in Kir’s Mustang. Logan had insisted on one of the best, most luxurious SUVs on the market and, since it would be Logan’s car, Kir hadn’t objected too much.
    The trip back to their penthouse was surprisingly uneventful. The ride in the luxury SUV was smooth and quiet. Jordan dozed, not surprising considering the amount of blood she’d lost and the strength of the painkillers she was on.
    He’d warned her that Val wouldn’t hesitate to kill her if Grimm ordered it. He’d been half hoping he was wrong, but once again his father and brother had proven to him how little innocent lives mattered to them.
    It had taken every bit of Logan’s power to keep her family from finding her. One wrong move and Grimm would have been breathing down their necks. As it was, Kir knew they were probably going to have some pissed off younger Grimms on their doorstep soon. Jordan was begging them to call her siblings and he and Logan were close to giving in, at least where Jeff and her sister Jamie were concerned. No way in hell were they going to call Magnus and Morgan Grimm. And they couldn’t tell her of the phone calls they were receiving from her sister. Some of them had made Kir’s hair stand on end. They’d started out pleasant enough, but the last one had been filled with threats that he was pretty sure were anatomically impossible without the aid of kitchen utensils and a lot of Vaseline. He still had no idea what a “rotating pineapple attachment” was, but he was pretty sure he didn’t want to find out.
    “She’ll be all right.”
    He looked over at Logan, whose eyes never left the road. “I know.”
    “Are you really pissed that I put my name on the paperwork?”
    Kir smiled. Logan was frowning, the expression one that let Kir know he was prepared to fight for his way. “No, just so long as she understands she’s committed to both of us.”
    Logan snorted. “Once we’ve got her naked between us, she’ll figure it out pretty damn quick.”
    A muffled snore sounded from the backseat. Kir turned to see Jordan’s face buried in the upholstery. She’d been in the hospital for almost a week and was still exhausted. Logan had put wards around her bed to keep her safe, but even then it had been a harrowing time. He couldn’t keep everyone from touching her.
    “How do we keep this from happening